Date: Sun, 5 Dec 2010 05:21:56 -0800 (PST) From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com> Subject: Teddy's Chance 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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Dad was a pipe-fitter for a refinery, but we also ran a small farm out in south central Texas. So, there was always a lot for him to do even when not at work. It was probably one reason why he stayed in such great shape. "Sure, Dad, just let me get up and awake." He just stood there and started talking about what he thought was wrong with the tractor, leaving me having to get out of bed nude and with a morning hard on. "Whoa!" he said, smiling, "When did you get all grown up?" "Cut it out, I'm not even awake," as I stood up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Dad grabbed my cock, "Chip off the ol' block." "Aw, it's nothing compared to.......I gotta pee..." I said as I grabbed my stiff underwear and nearly ran outta the room. I jumped in the shower and was dryin' off when dad came knockin' at the door saying breakfast was getting cold. Dad had still been in his towel from his shower when he woke me up, but I decided to get fully dressed. I slipped on my briefs, gym shorts, t-shirt, socks, and gym shoes. "Champ!" "Yeah, dad?" "Come in here, I want to ask you something." Dad said from my parents' room. I walked in on him naked and stretching up into the top of the closet. I stopped dead in my tracks which he noticed saying, "Aw, it's okay. Your mom's off with her bowling team, so it's just us men." "Anyway," as he threw some swim trunks out of the closet and onto the bed while grabbing a pair of running shoes, "I was thinking. Your mom has her bowling tournament next weekend in Las Vegas. How about you and I take a camping trip up to the lake? We haven't done that in years, and I could use a quick vacation." He'd laced up his sneakers over bare feet, and then sat back on the bed spreadlegged and looking up at me waiting for a response. It was all I could do to keep looking at his face with his balls hanging down the side of the bed and his thick cock laying heavily in between. "Umm...that sounds great. I have the football game Friday night, but we're the home team so it won't be a late night." He stood up and pulled me into a quick hug. He released me, "Okay, champ, go eat...I'll be in in a minute." I was eating when he came into the kitchen a few minutes later. He walked in pulling his t-shirt over his head and I could see his heavy cock bouncing in the thin fabric of the boxer-cut swim trunks as he walked. Pulling it all the way down, though, the t-shirt fell right to the hem of the shorts cutting off my view. We ate quickly, washed and dried the dishes, and then headed out for the barn which was way at the back of the farm...four fields away, so it was a long walk. Once at the barn, Dad explained that we would have to work on the tractor inside. Even with the two of us, we probably wouldn't be able to push it out into the shade and breeze. He went on to describe what he thought was wrong with it, something about a gasket in the manifold, and how we were going to get it fixed. It was all chinese to me. It was getting hot about an hour into it when Dad took off his shirt and suggested I do the same as they were both soaked with sweat anyway. I pulled mine off wondering if I'd ever get as hairy as Dad, and kept watching his chest and rippled stomach as he worked. At least that what I watched till I looked at his shorts again. His trunks must not have had a liner in them. As he worked removing screws and jostling parts from the engine, his cock was squirming and flopping inside. His balls and cock under the thin wet material would lazily roll from one side to another, pushing against the fabric, and then settling back down between his thighs. Though he was busy with the tractor, he must've caught me looking...staring..from time to time. "Earth to Teddy...Earth to Teddy !" I was staring again. "Um, yeah, Dad. Sorry, my mind wandered off." "Yeah, I see that. Well, I need you to get on the other side of the tractor and hold that bottom pan in place while you pass me the tools I ask for. Can ya do that for me, son?" "Oh, sure!" I said as I got up and walked around to the other side. I sat down crosslegged when Dad suggested I lay on my side so I could easily hold the pan and pass the tools. He then asked me to hand him the phillip's screwdriver. When I went to hand it under, I got an eyeful!! From that angle, I could see right up my father's trunks! His big balls were stretching one leg of the shorts wide as they laid down along his thigh, and his cock was resting right on top and slopin' down past them. My god, it was sexier than seeing him completely naked in that he seemed unaware he was giving his son such a hot view of his meat. I told Dad I'd be right back as I had to piss. I headed around to the back of the barn to shuck my shorts and underwear, putting only my gym shorts back on so my dick wouldn't be so painfully trapped in an uncomfortable position. I tossed my shorts under an old water trough, and hurried back inside. Over the next hour, the legs of Dad's trunks rode higher and higher up his hairy legs. At first the head of his cock made its way completely out...rising and falling, swaying from side to side in a way that made it look as if his cock was alternating between hard and semi-hard. But, I couldn't be sure. Repeatedly, he had to tell me to pay attention to what he was asking for. Not in a frustrated way, he said it more in a patient "dad" kind of way. I'd begun handing the tools to him under the tractor, reaching my hand a little closer toward his cock each time. It made it easier that as he worked, he had to lean closer into the tractor's engine which brought his floppy cock even closer into my view and reach. Finally, he shifted and said, "Hell...damn it, would you hand me the pipe wrench. This just isn't coming loose. My pipe wrench is in that tool box behind you, son." I grabbed it and slid it under. "This one, Dad?" "Yeah, that's it. It make take some extra muscle, but this should do it." Dad then spead his knees for more leaverage and leaned into the engine again. This time, his entire package spilled out of his shorts! Sweaty and shiny in the shaft of sunlight from the barn door, each turn of whatever bolt Dad was loosening made his cock and balls swing heavily with the effort. My god, it was hot!! My own dad's cock and balls completely exposed, slick, and swaying in the open air little more than a foot from my face. How did he not feel they were totally free of his swim trunks??? Suddenly, he dropped the pipewrench and unscrewed the last bolt the rest of the way off with his fingers. As he did, he sank back on his heels and all but the head of his dick and last bit of his balls retreated back up the leg of his trunks. He worked a big square metal plate off, put it on the ground beside him, and dropped bolts he'd taken off inside. "Phewww!" he said, "Okay, champ, time for lunch. It's in the cooler over there by the door, but I think we need to rinse off first. I know I'm dripping, and you must be, too." We both stood up, and walked to the door where he kicked his shoes off his bare feet. "Let's drop our clothes off here to dry and air out, and we can rinse down with the hose around back." Dad announced. He must've sensed my hesitation as he added, "We're too far back for anyone to see, son, it's just the two of us." What he didn't realize was that my hesistation came from the fact that my dick was so hard, and had been for so long, that it hurt! "Now, no need to be shy around your dad, champ." as he stepped forward and pulled my t-shirt over my head. When the t-shirt was off, I was hit by the scent of my dad...his skin, sweat, and aftershave. With stuff always needing to be tended to on a farm, I'd worked with Dad a lot. But, suddenly, I was almost dizzy standing this close with the smell of him filling my lungs. "Now, son," he clasped my shoulders in his big hands, "it looks like this heat is getting to you. We've got to be careful of that, now. It can sneak up on you, champ. Let's get you under that water hose." He knelt down and peeled my shoes of for me as I started coming out of my fog. Before I could try to stop him, he grabbed the waistband of my gym shorts and yanked them to the ground. Dad froze for a second, and then joked, "Wow, son, you must have to piss again, huh, hoss?" "Um, yeah, Dad, that's probably it." He draped my clothes over the handles of a bunch of rakes and shovels, before peeling off his own trunks and doing the same with them. Before I got a chance to really steal a look, he was behind me with his big hands on my shoulders. "Let's get you rinsed off and cooled down," he said as he gently pushed me forward and toward the barn door. For just a second I felt his cock push up lightly down the crack of my ass and then flop up against that same place just once more as he walked me out into the open. When we got to the back, he moved past me and squatted down at the water hose and spigot next to the old trough. Oh man, there were my briefs, white as could be in the grass under the trough. Dad's head was turned in that direction for a minute, before he switched to the spigot and turned the water on. As he squatted there testing the temperature of the water, I was treated to a hell of a view. My dad's broad shoulders tapered down to his small waist and round tight ass. Man, most of the guy's on the football team with me didn't have physiques as great as Dad's! What's more, squatting on his heels like that gave me a full view of all his "stuff" hanging down toward the grass. Hell, he looked like a cross between a Great Dane and a horse with those huge balls and that long fat cock!! Dad stood up holding the hose and faced me saying, "Okay, now there's a trick to this." "Since the water comes from the well, it's damned cold even though it's hot as hell out here," he continued. "It's too cold and too much of a shock right at first. So, I'm going to splash a little on and rub it around to warm it up some." He did that several times, and then told me to come to him as he opened his arms. I did as he said and he wrapped me in a hug. The water on him was cool, but not ice cold, and he rubbed back and forth against me. My cock that had shrunk some began stiffening up again while his thick meat branded the skin on my thighs and balls as he raked it back and forth across me. His chest and tummy hair scraping across my upper body was making me doubly weak. None of all this did Dad seem to notice as he seemed only interested in cooling me down. After what happened last night, this was driving me crazy. He didn't know I'd been awake, though, so I did my best to seem oblivious as well. I didn't want to ruin the possibility of it happening again by bringing it all out into the open. "Okay," he said, backing a bit away, "now, round two." "We both do what I just did with warming the water up on ourselves, hug and rub again, and then we'll spray each other down." I held out my hands and splashed water on myself, then held the hose for Dad to do the same. Afterward, we hugged again, turning and rubbing to cover ourselves. All the while, cock rubbing against cock.. ass against ass...chest to chest. While I didn't know what else I wanted, I did know I didn't want this to stop. My dad and I had always been close. But, this seemed like a "new close," different from any of the times before. Dad grabbed the hose again and held it over us as the cold water rained down. After a while it began feeling normal and Dad said we were good to head back in for eating lunch. I swear I saw him glance back at my briefs under the trough as he turned the water off, but I couldn't be sure. After we walked back inside, Dad grabbed a couple lawn chaises from against the wall and opened them up a little bit apart. "Let's go ahead and eat while our clothes are drying." Dad opened the cooler. "I've got ham and cheese sandwiches for you and turkey and cheese for me. How's that?" "Perfect." I replied. "Aw, hell, son...I forgot to throw in some sodas for you and only brought a few beers for me. Tell you what. You can have a beer for now. When you're through, just go fill it with water from the hose. One can't hurt." "Cool, Dad, thanks!" We ate like starving men, and then Dad said he thought we deserved a little nap. "We're through with the hard part on replacing the gasket, that last piece we took off the engine is where it goes. So, it's all downhill from here, son. We'll just grab a little nap and our clothes ought to be dry by the time we're ready to get back to it." With that, Dad stretched out across his lounge chair with his hands behind his head and eyes closed. I too laid back, but on my side with one arm under my head so I could look at him as much as I wanted. Soon, his breathing deepened and a soft snore began to escape his chest. Shortly before, he'd shifted positions. Now, he had one arm across his eyes...the other across his lower tummy close to his crotch ...and, his legs crossed at the ankles. With his legs like that, his balls were now pushed up and his cock layed heavily across his hip. I got up. I knelt down beside him as he had in my bedroom the night before. I reached out with my fingertips and lightly grazed his cock from base to tip. It lengthened and swelled with my touch. As I repeated the grazing, his meat jumped against my hand a couple of times. His cock was now lifted off his hip, swaying and beginning to arch upward. I leaned forward and blew against it. As I did, I looked up at my dad's face. Nothing had changed, and his soft snoring was still steady and even. So I moved closer and slid my lips over the head of his cock. This was all unbelievable for me. Only girls put their mouths on a guy's cock. Men didn't do this. Yeah, sure, you called guys fags when you wanted to insult them. But, guys didn't really do things like this with other guys. The fact that my dad did it to my dick the night before, though, was wild and felt incredible. And, that I was finally getting to do the same thing to his today was just mind blowing. In my innocense, I believed we were likely the only two guys to actually do this which made it even more special on top of being damned hot!! I began to push my lips further down my dad's cock as it flexed in my mouth. Soon I forgot all about my dad and became completely focused on the cock in my mouth. I wasn't thinking about how it felt to him, I was only concentrating on doing what felt good to me. I began working my tongue over his shaft as I slid my mouth up and down it. Soon, I began tasting something salty mixing with the spit in my mouth. Without moving his arms or any change in his soft snoring, my dad shifted and spread his legs with one knee cocked toward me. His cock seemed to stand even taller and seemed to harden to rigid steel. I kept sucking and lapping up the salty flow I realized was coming from his cock. I sucked harder and faster wanting more of it. Unlike my cum, his had no bitter taste. Suddenly all the muscles in his legs tensed and bulged, his cock swelled even bigger in my mouth. I thought I heard him softly say, "nooo," in his sleep, but wasn't sure. It seemed like he pulled his hips back as if to pull his cock from my mouth as his cock began firing off inside my mouth. Shocked, I began swallowing and sucking as fast as I could. I'd thought my dad had been coming before, I hadn't realized it was only precum so I wasn't prepared for the huge amounts of his cum now being pumped into my mouth!!! I didn't want Dad to know what I'd done, so I sucked and cleaned his cock as much as possible with my mouth as I looked up to make sure he still slept. His lips were slightly parted, but the snoring was still the same. I stood up, still looking at his parted lips and decided to try something. His head was just close enough to the edge of the lounge chair for me to lower myself some and place the head of my dick just at his lips. I did that and held it there, enjoying the feel of his breath across the head. Then, I felt a movement and looked down. I looked closer. Yes, I could see his tongue moving across the head of my dick!! I pushed and it slipped in. I pushed farther and more slid in as I felt his tongue slurping the sensitive underside of my dick!! That was all it took and I was cumming. I pulled out as the first unexpected shot poured out and into my father's mouth. I knew he'd wake up for sure if I didn't. I turned away, grabbed my dick, and pounded the rest of the cum out of my balls. After that, I dropped back onto my own lounge chair with my chest still heaving and cock slowly deflating. I rolled over folding my arms under my head and drifted off to sleep. Some time later, I vaguely heard my dad call my name. I felt his hand on my shoulder as he rubbed it back and forth, quietly saying, "Teddy," again. I laid still as a felt a rough hand slide down the crack of my ass toward my balls. I moved my legs a little farther apart and tried to make what I thought was a little "I'm still asleep" kind of noise. I thought it hadn't worked when my dad pulled his hand away. But then it was back, applying something warm and slick to the crack of my tail. Calloused fingers slipped inside and rubbed the slick stuff around my butthole. It was like electricity slamming through me. It took every thing I had to lay still with lightning bolts shooting down to my toes and the top of my head. Then, he pulled his hand away and shook me more solidly. "Teddy, time to wake up, son." My dad said in his normal voice. "I'm going to step out for a piss, but then we need to get the tractor finished. Sorry, champ, but we have to get a move on." I got dressed before he came back, and we settled back in with getting the tractor put back together. It only took about twenty minutes..oddly, much less time than taking it apart. So, we were soon marching back to the house with my dad's arm around my shoulder and his hand ruffling my hair from time to time as we walked. By now, at fifteen, I was almost as tall as Dad. But, it felt great to have him still touch and treat me like a boy. It was wonderful that our relationship was deepening when most of my friends were at odds with their dads. There was a feeling that I was becoming a man without it changing that I was Dad's son. I decided on the walk back to the house to get on the internet and find out anything I could about sex between men. I wanted this secret side to my relationship with Dad to continue and grow. I wanted more.