Date: Tue, 8 Nov 2011 17:01:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Bruno <farmboy5674@yahoo.com>
Subject: It' A Man's World Chapter 2

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IT'S A MAN'S WORLD
Chapter 2- There's Something About Dad

  The months of June and July flew by for Pete; and between working out
with Lex, and his work on the farm he was asleep before his head hit the
pillow most nights.  His lessons in man-to-man sex had become very
exciting, and Lex was helping him reach peaks of sexual pleasure he never
knew existed.  One day while driving to the Feed Supply to pick an order
his father had placed, Pete found himself lost in his own thoughts about
his new life and his new friendship with Lex.

  There were times Pete felt very confused, and conflicted since his
adventure with Lex began.  There were feeling and desires creeping into his
consciousness that he had forgotten existed.

  Over the years he had experienced a strange desire now and then when he
looked at other guys; and there were times with Jeff, when they jerked each
other off, that he wondered what it would be like to do more; to take
Jeff's hard cock in his mouth and taste the pre-cum that dripped like honey
from his shiny helmet head.  He would also remember getting excited while
watching guys change in the locker room, his cock twitching as he watched
them adjusting the pouch of their jock, and the straps on their ass; and
sometimes at wrestling meets he would even catch himself looking at the
bulges in the other guys singlets.

  And then there were the times when Jeff would be staying overnight, Pete
would get up quietly while Jeff slept and take Jeff's underwear with him
into the bathroom; and then he would sit on the toilet and rub his face
with the crotch of the underwear, just breathing in the scent would cause
his cock to harden immediately and he would jerk-off to a body shaking
orgasm while inhaling the aroma of his buddy's ball sweat.

   What puzzled Pete the most was, where did these thoughts and desires
come from, but sadly he had no one to ask; so in the end all of these
feelings and desires he had safely compartmentalized.  He pushed them deep
into his sub-conscience enabling him to function in the super straight male
society of the 1960's.

  And now each time he had a 'lesson' with Lex, a little bit more of the
confusion and conflicted feelings started to fall away; and he began to
embrace his newfound sexuality as well as his own masculinity as never
before.  He no longer thought of homosexuals as swishy pansies, who were
weak and feminine.  He learned that ones masculinity and identity did not
come from one's sexual preference, although it just might enhance both.
There was only one sticky issue at the moment, how did he tell Jeff.

  Pete had told Jeff in his weekly letters all about his workout program,
and the great results he was seeing.  What he didn't tell him was about the
'lesson' after the workout and the incredible sex he had been having.  And
after each lesson, Pete realized that he indeed wanted to take things
further with Jeff.  He remembered back to the many nights when Jeff would
come to his bed for comfort, and the joy of sleeping wrapped in each
other's arms and he wanted to feel that again, every night in fact.

    He and Jeff had dated a lot of girls over the years; both in high
school and while they were in the Navy.  But Pete never had any interest in
them sexually, and it seemed neither did Jeff.  Their buddies in the Navy
all talked about chasing pussy when they got leave, but he and Jeff were
content to have a few beers and toss a ball around or hit the gym for a
good work out.  All Pete ever wanted was to spend every minute he could
with Jeff when they were stationed together; and when they weren't, he
missed him terribly, and he was recognizing he really did have deeper
feelings for Jeff.  But the big question was, did Jeff feel the same way?

  His thoughts turned to his dad, and how he enjoyed the many hugs his
father gave when he was younger.  How he treasured the times when his dad
would let him crawl in bed with him after a bad dream.  And now, how
sometimes his cock would twitch when he'd see his dad shirtless or naked in
the pool. Maybe its time to have a talk with his dad and feel him out, he
would love to tell his dad about his playing with Lex, but not at the risk
of losing his close relationship with the man he loved and idolized.

  The truck shook as Pete rolled over the railroad tracks, bringing him out
of his deep thoughts and back to the present.  He pulled into the Feed
Supply and backed up to the loading dock.

  Walking through the door, he heard a familiar voice, "Hey Pete, it's good
to see ya home."

  "Thanks Danny, good to be back," Pete said grabbing his hand with a firm
grip.  Danny was the owner's son; he had an identical twin brother name
Tommy.  They were actually mirror twins. Danny was right handed, a little
shy and younger by forty-eight minutes; and Tommy was left-handed, and the
dominant of the two but was outgoing and friendly.  Tommy always
affectionately referred to Danny as his little brother.  They both played
football and wrestled on the same teams with Pete and Jeff in high school.

  "Damn boy, you sure have packed on a shit load of muscle," Danny said
looking Pete up and down.  Pete was wearing jeans and a tight sleeveless
t-shirt, showing off huge hhis chest, bulging biceps and small waist.

  "Just a bit, the farm helps and I've been working out with our neighbor
Lex Walton.  He has a kick ass gym." Taking a closer look at Danny, he
noticed that he still looked pretty much the same as he did in school.  He
still had that wrestler's build, not real tall, but huge shoulders and
thick legs and decent size chest and biceps.  But what Pete noticed most
today as his old friend turned to grab a clipboard was his amazing, huge
bubble butt.  'Man, I would love to fuck that tight ass' Pete thought to
himself.

  "How's Tommy doing?" Pete had just asked, when the other twin came in
through the warehouse door.

  "Pete Bruno!  How the hell are you?"  Tommy shouted as he grabbed Pete
into a bear hug.

  "Great Tommy, it's great to see you."

  "I heard you were back, is Stinky with you?" 'Stinky' was Jeff's nickname
in high school, and only the guys on the football team called him that, it
was an inside joke with the team.

  "Nah, he hitched up for another three, wants to see more of the world."

  "More like stay away from his old bitch of a stepmother, I think."

  "Thomas Pipit, you watch your mouth boy." Came a booming voice from
behind Pete who tuned to see that it was Mr. Pipit, the boy's father. "This
is my place of business, so watch that mouth boy." Then turning to Pete,
"High Pete, good to finally see you, I heard you were home; so where have
you been hiding since you got back?"

  "Hi Mr. Pipit, nowhere really, just getting back into the swing of farm
life."

  "Your dad still growing peas for Campbell's?"

  "No sir, Dad said they kept raising the price of their seeds but not the
price they paid for the crop.  So now we're doing winter wheat, soybeans,
hay and field corn.  Trying to go all no- till to cut down on labor costs."

  "Well tell him I said hi, and Tommy, let's get going we've got a truck to
unload," he said, heading back out into the warehouse.

  "Gotta git, Pete.  It's good to see you and tell Stinky I said hi," Tommy
said, smiling and heading off after his father.

  "Ok Pete," Danny said, "let's get your order loaded up."  Coming out from
behind the counter, the two friends headed for the front door.

  "Hey, why don't you and Tommy come over this Saturday for a swim, we can
grill some burgers and kill a case of beer?"

  "Thanks Pete, I'll tell Tommy to ask his warden for time off."

  "Oh yeah, I forgot he was engaged to Diane, when they getting married?"

  "Sentenced is more like if you ask me, but the wedding is supposed to be
next June when she graduates from University of Delaware."

  "Then I guess you're next?"

  "Not hardly, I'll let Tommy suffer for me." Danny laughed, heading over
to grab a pallet jack to move Pete's order.

  After the supplies were loaded, Pete said, "Well let me know, it'll be
fun catching up."

 "Will do, Danny said and waved goodbye as Pete drove away.

   And so Danny did call on Thursday, seems his brother had plans with the
fiancée, but he asked if the invitation was good for him alone.  Pete told
him of course, and they set the time for six pm that coming Saturday.

  Saturday morning went by quickly, and after finishing the chores for the
day Pete headed inside to get ready for Danny's visit.  His dad had left
earlier that afternoon with Lex; they were headed up to Philly to visit
some of Lex's old friends and were planning to be back late Sunday
afternoon.

  Pete took a quick shower and threw on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt,
going commando of course.  He went to start the charcoal grill.  Danny
arrived on time, carrying a case of beer.

  Meeting him at the gate to the pool yard Pete said, "Hey Danny, you
didn't have to do that," pointing at the beer, "I've got two cases chilled
off down in the root cellar."

 "That's ok, save it for next time. And by the way, we're going by Dan and
Tom now; he thinks were too old for the kid's version of our name, me I
could give a shit."

  "Ok, Dan let's go," Pete said.

   Beer in hand they headed over to the root cellar.  Built along with the
main house, it was about forty feet round and thirty feet deep.  It had a
four-foot fieldstone wall all around, on which sat a peaked shake shingled
roof. The inside walls below ground we fieldstone with a brick front.  A
stone staircase went down one side to the floor, there were large cutouts
built into the sidewalls for storage, and at the bottom ran an underground
spring through a stone trough.  The water always ran at a temperature of
just about thirty-eight degrees and was a good place to store beer.

  "What is this place?" Dan asked.

  "Originally it was for storing ice, they would cut it out of the creeks
and lakes and store it down hear covered in straw for use in the
summer. There used to be a wood wall that separated off two thirds of the
area for ice storage, and a wooden walkway across the top." Pete said while
placing the beer in the trough.  "And see the bricks and big rocks in the
trough, they were for pots, they used it like an early refrigerator."

  Heading back up the stairs, Dan said, "This is a really cool thing to
have."

  At the pool, Pete went into the cooler and grabbed a beer for each of
them.  Handing one to Dan saying, "How 'bout a swim before we eat?"

  "Fuck yeah, let me get my suit."

  "What for, we don't wear suits around here since Grandma died, unless
you're shy."

  "I'm not shy, I just don't want to make you feel inferior!"

  Dropping his shorts Pete said, "In your dreams, chump."

   Dan dropped his shorts and took off his shirt, Pete was now seeing Dan
in a completely new light, he enjoyed letting his eyes glide over his
buddy's hot tight body.  He was about 5'6" tall and 185 pounds, he was well
built, with a wrestler's frame and hairless except for a sexy treasure
trail leading down to a blazing red bush, over a decent fat cut cock and
plump set of balls.

  "Man Pete," Dan said, after quickly checking out Pete's muscled naked
body, "you sure have packed on the muscle."

  "Yeah, most of it in the Navy, but have added a lot more since I've been
working out with Lex."

  "Who's this Lex?"

  "He bought the next farm over; he's a lawyer from Philly.  Doesn't farm,
he leases the land to Dad."

  "That's why I don't know him, he's not a farmer."

  "Yeah, he and his wife just like the country, say, what time do you have
to be at work in the morning?" Pete asked.

  "We open at seven, Tom and I trade off opening and closing, so it's seven
to three and nine to five."

  "Do you want to work out with us a couple days a week?"

  "Man that would be great, what days do you work out?"

  "Almost everyday, so whenever you want, I leave here at six every morning
and I run over before the workout."

  "If you're sure that this Lex won't mind, it would be great," Dan said.

  "Just bring your work clothes in a backpack and you can shower and get
ready for work there.  He has a great shower room with a sauna and
whirlpool. And don't worry, Lex is a great guy, you'll like him."

  "That sounds great, I'll join you Monday."

  "Just one thing, we work out in just our jocks," said Pete, waiting for
Dan's reaction.

  "No biggy, it's just us guys."

  The guys jumped into the pool and swam around for a bit.  Dan got out to
get more beer; bending over at the cooler he gave Pete a first class view
of his incredible bubble butt.  Easing into the pool and handing Pete a
beer, he started to fill Pete in on all the local gossip.

  After eating and a few more beers, Pete walked to the tree line to take a
leak.  He just started to shoot a strong stream of hot piss when he noticed
Dan at his side, holding his cock.

  "Man," Dan said, "I really need to drain the snake!"

  "Snake, it looks more like a worm to me."

  "Fuck you man, I'm a grower not a shower."

   Looking down at Dan's cock, Pete thought he saw a little growth.  The
beer was lowering the boy's inhibition, they both continued to stare at
each other's cocks as they pissed; and then they started to cross streams
when Dan manage to splash piss on Pete's feet.  That led to the boys aiming
at each other's cock and soaking their crotches with their hot piss; as
their streams stopped and they just started to lightly stroke their cocks.

  They looked up at the same time and their eyes met.  Pete stared deeply
into Dan's intense green eyes, and just as with Lex, he felt that jolt of
recognition.

  Dan took a deep breath and said, "Buddy, I hope I'm right about this."
Then he leaned in and planted his lips right on Pete's, pushing his tongue
into Pete's willing mouth.

 Breaking away from the intense kiss Pete said, "You are, and I'm glad you
did it."

 After more hot tongue action, the guys ended up on the grass in a hot
sixty-nine. Suddenly Dan pulled back, "What about your dad?"

  "He's gone for the weekend."  They both got back to work sucking each
other's cock, Pete was working on Dan's fat helmet head cock, while Dan was
tonguing under Pete's foreskin cleaning him up and savoring the thick
pre-cum.

  Pete couldn't take it any more; he needed to eat that hot tight bubble
butt.  Rolling onto his back and pulling Dan back toward his face; Pete
grabbed Dan's ass cheeks spreading them with his thumbs and shoved his
tongue into the hot puckered hole.  The sweaty, pungent taste drove him
wild. While Dan continued to suck his cock, Pete started to use his middle
finger to fuck Dan's ass and shove spit deep in side.

  Soon, Dan was moaning loudly and begging Pete to fuck him. "Come on Pete,
fuck me buddy, I've always dreamed of getting fucked by your big uncut
dick."

   "Oh man," Pete said, "there's nothing I'd like more.  You've got one of
the hottest fucking asses I've ever seen." Then he began to slide his wet
finger inside Dan's ass again getting him opened up.

  Pete got up and moved in front of Dan presenting him his hard dripping
cock.  "Get it good and wet for me so I can slide up your hot tight ass."
He said, sliding into Dan's hot wet mouth.

  "How do want to do this?" Pete asked.

  "Lie on your back and let me ride you."

  Pete lay on his back and held his hard wet cock straight up, and Dan
faced him, squatting down and impaling himself on it, sliding down until he
was sitting on Pete's legs. He grabbed his cock, fully hard, and leaking
and started to jerk off.

  Using the thick muscles of his thighs, Dan raised and lowered himself,
fucking himself with Pete's cock.  "Oh God Pete, your cock feels so good in
my ass."

  "Yeah buddy, you've got one hot ass, just made for fucking."

  After a few more thrusts, Dan climbed off and got on his knees.  "Come on
big boy, pile drive my hot wrestler ass." Reaching back with his own hands,
pulling his cheeks apart.

  Pete slid right back in, pounding Dan's ass hard, his balls hitting
against the ass with a loud slapping sound.

  Pete was getting close, grunting and panting.  He called out, "I'm
cumming!"

  "Yeah Pete, fill my fucking ass with your hot cum!"

  "Fuck man here it cum's!" Pete shouted as he shot load after load in
Dan's hot ass.

  Pulling out, Pete flipped Dan on his back and dove down swallowing his
cock just as he came, filling his mouth with cum so fast it was leaking out
of Pete's mouth.

 Later, the boys were in the pool, wrapped in each other's arms.  Pete was
licking Dan's ear and asked, "How long you been doing it with guy's?"

 "You're my only my third, except for Tom and Frank from the wrestling
team."

  "Tommy, sorry I mean Tom?  I thought he was straight?"

  "Well, he I and have been playing around since we found our cock's, then
we played with Frank.  Listen Pete...well the thing is I really only like
to play with boy's, but Tom likes pussy too, I hope you're okay with that?"

  "Well you're in luck, because I recently found out I like boys too.  So
I'm glad you kissed me, there's a lot we can do together," Pete said.

  "I bet buddy." Then he kissed Pete deeply.

  Dan never made it home that night, but he did sleep like a baby after
shooting three more loads of cum.  What the boys didn't know, was while
they slept in each other's arms that sunny summer morning was that Lex had
to get back home early; when Al arrived back at the farm around nine
a.m. he walked passed Pete's partially open door.  He was about to go in
and tell him he was home, but when he started into the room he noticed Pete
and Dan naked on the bed; Pete was sleeping on his back and Dan was lying
on his side with his head on Pete's chest and an arm over his stomach.  The
boys both had throbbing morning hard-ons, they looked so hot it made Al's
cock jump in his pants. Al decided to head back downstairs so the boys
wouldn't know that they had been discovered.

  It wasn't too long after the weekend playing with Dan that Pete was
presented with the perfect opportunity to have that chat about sex with his
dad, thanks to of all things, a tick. Late in August, Pete was working on
clearing some brush and saplings that had started to get out of control.
Around three in the afternoon, he decided to call it quits and jump in the
pool.  Seeing his dad along the way to the pool he invited him to join him
for a swim, it was a welcome invitation for Al who had been working hard
all day as well.

  While they were undressing, Pete was sitting on a picnic bench pulling
off his boots, when he noticed a tick on his leg and pulled it off.  When
he told his dad, Al told him to finish undressing and he would check out
his back in case there were more.  Pete stood naked with his equally naked
father standing behind him running his fingers through the hair on his back
checking for ticks.  He could smell the manly scent of his dad and started
to think about his man-sex lessons with Lex and his night with Dan.  Now,
he was beginning to worry about popping a boner in front of his dad; Pete
knew just like all other guys, that his cock had a mind of its own.  As his
dad squatted and worked his way down his back, over his butt and to the
backs of his legs, Pete's cock rose up, rock hard and dripping, his
foreskin pulling back exposing his shiny helmet cock head.

  Pete froze when his dad stood and placed his hands on Pete's shoulders
and said, "Bet you got a hard-on, right boy?"  With a husky voice he
continued, "Just like your uncle when we were kids and I checked him for
ticks."

  Pete relaxed a bit then said, then said, "You mean Uncle Pete got hard
when you checked him for ticks?"

  "Hell boy, you uncle got hard when a breeze blew," his dad chuckled.
"I'll bet we spent as much time jerking off and playing with each other as
you and Jeff did when we were teenagers."

  Pete's eyes grew wide as saucers, how did he know about Jeff? "Well, we
did jerk off together a few times," he said sheepishly.

  His dad moved around in front of him idly stroking his cock. "Come on
Pete, no need to be embarrassed.  You're a man now, and I think we're close
enough to talk about these things.  Hell, if you only knew about half the
times I caught you two stroking each other, or you doing it by yourself for
that matter, you'd be surprised." He was stunned to hear his dad tell him
this, and he was a little nervous but still felt comfortable enough to take
hold of his of his own hard-on; and he began stroking it as he watched his
dad do the same.

  "You mean you and Uncle Pete traded hand jobs?"  Pete asked hoarsely.

  Taking a step closer his dad said, "Hand jobs and more." Pete's head was
reeling, the story, and the smell of his dad's sweat and the closeness of
his body, all together, it was making his knees week.  His father's hard
cock was uncut and thick, covered with pulsing veins, with a large shiny
head much like his own... he wanted to just swallow and suck out a load of
his dad's hot cum.

  "You want to stroke you old mans cock, don't 'ya boy?"  Al asked letting
his cock drop from his hand, Pete just nodded and grabbed the hard pulsing
cock that made him.  The heat from it burned into his hand, the leaking
pre-cum worked between his fingers as he stroked the thick cock and worked
the foreskin back and forth.  His dad moaned as he took Pete's cock in his
hand and copied his action stroke for stroke.

  His dad had a hand on his shoulder, and Pete could smell the sweat from
his armpit.  Finally overcome with lust and years of repressed desire, with
a soft moan, he leaned into his dad's pit and inhaled the spicy sent. His
dad groaned, "You like the smell of you old man's pit's boy?"

   He pulled his head back and answered, "Yes Daddy," and dove back in and
began licking it like it was candy.  Pete was experiencing sensory
overload.  He found himself going to his knees, and in an almost trance
like state he swallowed his fathers fat, dripping cock.  The cock was only
about six and half inches long but thick as a beer can.  His father moaned
above him as he worked the cock just like Lex had taught him.

  "Aww, Fuck!  When...how long have you...fuck, when did you learn to do
this?" The older man stammered.

  Pete reared back to speak.  "I'm learning it now," then he went back down
on his dad's cock.  He gave it a few strokes then let it go and dove in for
his balls.

  "Oh yeah boy, get down and suck your Daddy's balls!" his father cried out
as Pete lifted off the throbbing meat and dove for the fat hairy ball sac
hanging low between his dad's legs.  Al grabbed his cock and started to
stroke it as his son licked and sucked his big balls.  Again, the taste and
the smell drove Pete into frenzy.  Then he heard his father moaning louder,
warning him that he was about to cum.  Pete quickly moved back up, pushing
away his dad's hand and sucked the cock back into his mouth again; and just
as his lips brushed his dad's pubic hair Al started to pull out saying he
was cumming, but Pete held on tight.

   "Oh yeah boy, you want Daddy to cum in your mouth," Al said as he
continued to pump his fat cock in and out of his son's throat, until he
shot volleys of cum in the boy's hot mouth.  "Don't swallow yet boy," he
told Pete.

  When he got the last shot of cum in his mouth, he stood up and faced his
dad who was ginning broadly, even proudly.  His dad held out his hand palm
up and told Pete to spit the load of cum into it.  Then he knelt in front
of Pete and smeared his cum all over his boy's hard dick; with that done,
he took his son's rigid cock in his mouth, using his tongue to clean up his
own cum and lick under the foreskin he had Pete panting for breath, his
legs shaking.  It took only a few minutes before Pete blew probably the
biggest load of cum to date into his dad's mouth.

  Pete was awash in emotion, from euphoria to fear.  He began to tremble
and tears began to run down his cheeks.

  Al stood before his boy and immediately pulled him into a hug. "What's
with the tears buddy, I thought that you enjoyed that," he said softy to
Pete as he rubbed the boy's back.

  "No Dad.... I thought it was incredible, but you're straight and just
getting off, and I...I think I only like boys and I don't want you to be
disappointed in me...but then you did that..."

  Al stepped back and said, "Boy it's time for you and me to have a beer
and a nice long talk." He laughed.  "Sit down, before you fall down, and
I'll be right back."

  Al returned with beers then tapped the space next him on the big lounge
chair.  He laid back and Pete squeezed in next to his dad who handed him a
beer, put his arm around him and kissed his forehead.  "You know Sonny"- a
name he hadn't used for Pete since he was ten -"First you gotta know that I
will always love you no matter what.  Second you have never disappointed
me, and I doubt you ever will."

  Pete relaxed, there was a gentle warm breeze blowing that summer evening,
and the sweet smell of honeysuckle in the air.

   "Have you ever wondered why I never re-married after your mom died?
Truth be told I should have never married her in the first place, not that
I didn't love her, but I knew even then that I liked boys.  But in 1945,
just after the war, guys like us really didn't have a chance.  We couldn't
be as you young guys say today, gay.  Getting married for cover is
something I'm not proud of doing, but I did get a beautiful son out of the
deal," he said leaning in to kiss the boy's forehead again.

   Thinking back Pete began to see how much his father sacrificed for him.
He worked extra hard on the farm so that Pete had time for school and
sports, and even better, he never remarried like Jeff's dad did turning his
life into a living hell.  Looking back, they had a pretty close and open
relationship; unlike many of his friends, he really enjoyed spending time
with his dad.

  "No I never wondered, but thanks for telling me," Pete said.

  "Now as for what we did this afternoon, I have no problem with it. I've
wanted to do it for a long time to show you how much I loved you; and I
would love to continue, but we need to keep this between us while we
explore each other."

  Taking a deep breath, and laying his head on his father's chest, he took
a minute to think about what his dad just told him.  "Well this is all kind
of new for me Dad.  You already knew that Jeff and I used to play around.
But that was never more than jerking each other off, that's not to say I
wouldn't want to take it further, but it just never happened."  He took
quite a deep breath.  Now for the hard part he thought, "But I... um, I've
got something I need to tell you, too."  But he couldn't get the words out
until his dad prodded him.

  "Well, are you going to tell me, or let me guess?"

  "Well I sort of lied when I said I was just learning... I've been playing
around with Lex since we've been working out." Deciding to leave Dan out of
it for the moment.

  Al laughed, "Kinda figured that, Lex is one hot fucker, isn't he boy?"

  Pete looked at his father with a surprised scowl, "You don't mind?"

 "Hell no boy, if you want to learn there's no better teacher."

  Pete sat up with a start.  "You mean...you know about Lex?"

  His father also stood and faced Pete, "Son, I've been playing with Lex
since you were in high school."

  Pete was a little stunned, and then thought it kind of made sense.  He
started to get up and took his father's hand and pulled him to his feet.

 "Hey wait a minute Dad, you said Lex was a new neighbor?"

  "He is, but I new Lex long before he moved down here from Philly, but
that's a story for another time," Al said.

  "Okay, you can tell me when you're ready, and I hope I'm not out of line
saying this, but...do you think we can all play together?"

  Al laughed as he guided his son toward the pool saying, "I sure the fuck
hope so too!"

  Pete dove into the pool and swam to the other end.  What the hell was
going on? He screamed in his head.  A few short months ago, he was just a
regular guy, working the farm with his dad and waiting for his best buddy
to get home.  Now, all he could think of was hard, thick veined cocks, the
smell and taste of man sweat, eating cum. The thrill of lying on his back,
legs high in the air as Lex fucked him with his tongue, getting him wet and
loose and inserting a finger and massaging his prostate and sucking his
cock until he shot a huge thick load of cum in the older man's mouth.

  His dad swam up from behind and wrapped his arms around him and said, "I
know what's probably going on your head right now.  Boys don't have sex
with their dads.  Incest is a dirty word.  But didn't we just prove it
isn't?  Just relax and enjoy the ride Son."


To be continued...and yes, the water sports will really get going in the
next chapter.  Questions or comments welcomed, feel free to email me at:
farmboy5674@yahoo.com (Please put story name in subject line.)