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Here's a story about me and my dad-

 

 Tractor Trouble

 

The fucking god damned cocksucking piece-of-shit tractor wasn’t doing its job. It kept stalling out, maybe ‘cause it was out of gas. Since the gas gauge didn’t work, it was hard to tell what the problem was. I banged the shit out the rusted-up gauge with my fist to no avail. It just kept reading a big fucking “E”. The tank was almost empty, but too dark to see any gas level, so I just let it sit. Fuck it, I thought. I didn’t give a rat’s ass. I’d have to stop yanking tree stumps out of the pasture for the day; a chore I never looked forward to anyway.

 

July wasn’t the best time to be doing this kind of work, but it was on my “to do” list this week. Dad was good about “lists.” He gave me “the list” every Monday and I had until Saturday noon to finish it off. It was always full of bullshit tasks, some more important than others. But, I knew I’d have to get this two-acre plot cleared of stumps before the month of August. Dad had sold the plot to the township for a song. The city fathers were building a park for the fine citizens of our small burg. Dad could afford to sell it. We weren’t using it. It had been dense woods a few years before. It was my job to clear a little at a time until the town had the money to start putting in a recreation building, small baseball field and playground equipment.

 

It was getting hotter as the afternoon sun sat high in the heavens. I pulled off my John Deere cap, pulled out my hankie and wiped my brow. The humidity didn’t help things any. After grabbing my pack of Marlboros out of the front pocket, I pulled my sweat-soaked t-shirt off and flung it on the tractor seat.

 

Rivers of salty sweat were rolling down my chest to the top of my 501’s and down to my pubic hair and eight-inch cock. Miniscule beads would turn into rivers as they made their way between my pecs down thru my newly-sprouting chest hair and onto my belly. I had just started growing hair on my chest that summer. I was eighteen and mother nature was blessing me with a soft mat of fine hair that was creeping up from my belly to my pecs, I popped the top button of the Levis and zipped half-way down to let my bush cool. It helped a bit, but still didn't get much cooling air to my damp balls. I pulled on the crotch of my jeans to give my boys a little breathing space. I went to the tractor seat and grabbed a Marlboro and lit up with my Zippo. I snapped the lighter shut with a back snap and put it back in my pocket. I inhaled deeply on the Red and let it loose thru my nose in long slow jets. It smelled and tasted incredible. I started to relax a bit. I sat down on the dry hard-packed ground and leaned back on the tractor's tire. It afforded a little shade. I needed a drink badly.

 

Squinting against the bright sunlight, I saw Dad’s Ford pickup approaching the fence and kicking up clouds of dust in its wake. He turned into the pasture and drove up to where I was sitting. He had a crooked grin on his face and as he climbed out of the cab. I noticed a six pack of Bud in his right hand. Relief, I thought. He walked up to me and handed me a beer. I popped the top and drank a long cool draught.

 

“You got a fuckin’ hot job today, son,” he said, as we guzzled our beers.

 

“Yeah, dad. I guess you could say that.”

 

With a glance to my half zippered down jeans, he grinned at me as he said, "Looks like you're coolin' your balls off a little. Why don't we take a break and sit down on that big rock under the oak tree? We'll have another beer."

 

We turned and walked toward the big flat rock under the tree and finally, into some shade. I followed closely behind dad. I always followed him so I could watch his ass move in his tight Wranglers. In his back pocket was a worn and faded ring of denim where he kept his Skoal. It bounced up and down on his ass with every movement of his thick thighs. His broad muscular back was framed by a plain white and tight-fitting t-shirt, now soaked with sweat. Dad was almost forty, tall, had light short brown hair, a handsome face with a square jaw and hazel eyes that sparkled when he looked at you. The bulge below his belt was my favorite view of him. Behind his zipper hung a nine inch fat horse dick and plum-sized testicles. I always remembered that his ballsac was my first home. I, at one time, had been shot through his sperm tube into a waiting wet and slick pussy. I took after him. My cock was a little shorter, but it was thicker. We both were uncut and that's the way it was. I was an almost perfect clone of him. People mistakenly took us for brothers.

 

"Let's sit down, son. It's cooler here," he said, as we both sat down on the large flat and cool shaded rock. "You gonna work anymore today?"

I told him of the tractor problem and he just said, "Take the rest of the day off. You deserve it. I'll drive you back out tomorrow morning with a gas can and we'll see if we can fire her up."

 

He then stood up, set his beer on the rock and started to pull his t-shirt off. He crossed his thick muscular arms and grabbed and pulled the tails out of the tight jeans. His thick chest hair was matted from the heat, sweat and tight shirt. As he slowly pulled it up, I watched rivers of perspiration run down his broad chest to his flat belly. He pulled it over his head as I watched his armpits glisten in the bright afternoon light. I got his pungent man-scent from the slight breeze that passed over his chest and underarms. They smelled of man and hard work. My cock started to stiffen and drip. His smell always made my dick harden and I think he knew it. He reached down to my pack of Marlboros and shook one out.

 

"Where's your Zippo, son?"

 

"Right here, dad," as I pulled it out of my front jeans pocket, fired it up and lit his Red. I got one for myself and lit up. We both inhaled deeply.

 

"God damn, son, these Marlboros are fuckin' good smokes," he said as he released a thick cloud of smoke through his nose. The dense blue cloud drifted off, disappearing into the breeze.

 

He sat back down and moved next to me so we were shoulder to shoulder. His wet skin stuck against mine as our arm sweat mingled. He put the Red in the side of his mouth and leaned back a bit. Undoing the top button of his Wranglers, he let out a sigh and pulled the zipper down part way revealing his thick bush. We were both sitting there with our matching pubic hair exposed to the breeze. Dad handed me another beer.

 

"Son, I see you're starting to grow some hair on your chest. One of these days it'll be thicker than mine. Your bush is getting thicker, too."

 

"Yeah, I guess I'm finally growing up."

 

Dad took a long drink from his Bud and set the can down. He rolled up his sweat-soaked t-shirt and laid it on the rock behind him. Lifting his muscular arms, he crossed them behind his head and laid back down on his back. His head rested on his wet shirt as he took another deep draw on the Marlboro. His bush showed even more as he pulled the zipper all the way down. I could see the big mound of his man-meat outlined through his jeans just below his open zipper. He reached down and tugged at his crotch to arrange himself. Sliding his rough hand into his bush, it found its way lower. His hand was under his jeans and firmly on his cock. He pulled his arm back out and rested it on his belly.

 

I did the same and laid back down next to him. Our damp triceps were touching each other as our sweat intermingled. Our armpits were separated by only inches. I turned my head to him and sniffed to get the stronger scent of his pit. My erection was dripping so much, a wet spot quickly appeared on my jeans. I caught dad glancing down at my bush and I know he saw it. He turned his head back and looked up through the oak tree branches. The dappled sunlight danced on our glistening bare chests as a slight breeze came up. It blew gently over us. It felt refreshing and cooling. I noticed again how handsome my father was, with his aquiline nose, strong jaw and thick lips. His eyes were framed by slight crow's feet as he squinted against the sunlight. His prominent thick beard stubble poked out from his slightly weathered chin.

 

He turned to me. Our faces were inches apart.

 

"Light me up a Marlboro, son, would ya?"

 

"Sure, dad," as I shook another Red out and fired it up with the Zippo. I took a long deep drag and then stuck it in his mouth. He grabbed it with his index finger and thumb, pulled hard, inhaled deeply and exhaled while saying,

 

"My armpits are pretty fuckin' rank from the sweat today. I really need to cool them off."

 

I knew what dad wanted, so I leaned over and stuck my nose in his armpit. The smell was rank and heady. It smelled of Marlboros and man. I sniffed hard and inhaled droplets of sweat up my nose. I stuck out my tongue and lapped up the rivers of juice flowing from his pores. As soon as I got one draining pore of his liquid swallowed, his body would release more. With the Red still burning in his mouth, he continued to let out thick clouds of smoke through his nostrils. The smoke drifted down to my nose and I sniffed it all in. He groaned in pleasure as I took each hair in my mouth and striped it of any sweat. I shoved my nose forcefully against the hollow of his arm. The taste of it made my cock throb and pulsate with surges of blood.. I felt the deep resonance of his voice in his chest as he breathed heavily. He let out a sigh and said, "Yeah, son, lick all that sweat up. My chest is wet, too. Take care of it."

 

I sucked a minute more on his pit and got all the juice I could. It made a salty taste in my mouth that I savored before I swallowed. I lifted my head a bit and ran a lazy trail of spit from his rank underarm to his hard erect nipple on his left pectoral muscle. My father's pecs were so prominent and developed that his large brown nipples pointed down. I had to put my nose under the slab of his chest meat and shove it up so I could sink my teeth on the hard nipple. I opened my mouth wide and clamped my teeth on it and started to suck forcefully and gently chew, sliding my tongue back and forth over the very tip. I had always wished that he nursed me at his breast when I was an infant instead of mom, but maybe he did nurse me at his nipple and I just couldn't remember it.

 

The taste and coarseness of his dripping chest hair on my tongue was intoxicating. I opened wider. I wanted to nurse on the masculine breast milk he had behind the nipple. I continued to suck harder as he groaned and flexed his pecs up and down in a rhythmic motion against my chin. I slowly pulled off his tit and ran my tongue across and down his chest, lapping up every drop of man-sweat I could. I followed the line of his chest hair with my tongue to his navel. I stuck my tongue deep into it and found a pool of salty chest juice that I quickly sucked up with a loud slurp. I ran my tongue back up and over to his other tit and sucked and chewed on it while he moaned. I leaned down and stuck my nose deep into his bush, hoping to find more salt juice. I licked on his hairs for any leftovers. As I lifted my head, he looked down at me, and with a grin said, "That's a good son. You know what to do if your father asks you. You must, because you came from my scrotum eighteen years ago. Lay back down on your back."

With that, dad stood up and pulled his jeans off, letting his full nine inches spring out into the waiting summer air. I laid on my back and looked up into the branches of the oak tree. Dad jumped up, placed his bare feet on either side of me and straddled my belly. His cock looked hard and pointed out from his thick bush. It danced up and down as he tightened his ass sphincter muscles. His large nuts swung low, back and forth below his member. Rivers of his sweat fell down onto my belly as he grabbed his cock and pointed it down to my belly. As I looked up at him, he grinned, "You need a cooling shower now. Let your father give it to you."

 

"Anything you want, dad. You know I would do anything to please you."

 

With that, he pulled his long foreskin back and put his thumbs on either side of his cockhead and pulled his piss-slit open wide. A gush of his warm golden urine fell and started to bounce off my belly and run down to my exposed bush. I sat up for a second and took in a mouthful, as he started to hold back. I shucked my jeans off. My cock was rock-hard and my nuts ached for release. My belly and bush were dripping wet and smelled of my father's urine. The golden juice sparkled in the sunlight. He opened up again and pissed on my cock and balls soaking them. He stopped abruptly. "Turn over, son. Your father has some more piss to unload into your ass"

 

I rolled over on the cool flat rock and onto my stomach. I spread my legs wide apart and lifted my ass. I shifted back a little so he could get to my bunghole easier. Dad jumped down from the rock, turned around and placed his wet and erect cockhead against my puckerhole. He rubbed it with his cock as he spurt out a short stream of urine to lube me up. I was anxious about his piss in my gut. I was hoping for a big load of his spunk along with it.

 

"Grit your teeth, son. Your dad is going to plunge deep into your hole."

 

He shoved his wet cockhead into my waiting hole. It hurt like hell and I let out a loud groan. He moved it back and forth to loosen me up and then shoved it all the way in up to his balls. I felt his nuts laying against my opened ass. I had all of him in me. I started to back up to milk his cock as he let loose a stream of warm urine into my waiting guts. It flowed in gushes and I felt my dick start to drip pre-cum.

 

"I'm gonna fill your ass up with my piss and then I'm gonna shoot a big load up there."

 

"Oh yeah, dad," I said. "Fuck my ass good. Give me more of your warm juice."

 

He held still for a moment as I felt another river of urine start to slosh around in my guts. He started to pound me hard in and out as I felt my sperm rising from my nutsac. His stream was so forceful that his piss started to drip from my ass. It made a squishing sound as he continued to pump in and out. His big bull nuts banged relentlessly against my puckerhole.

 

"You feel my piss in you, son?"

 

"Yeah, dad. Give me more."

 

"I'm drained. I'm gonna fuck your ass wide open and shoot a big load of my spunk up there."

 

"Give me your cum, dad. I want to feel it in my guts."

 

Dad started to pound me harder and harder until I felt his sperm tube start to contract. I felt rivers of his cum shoot into me and mingle with his warm piss. He slowed down and then rested in me. I tightened my sphincter muscles to hold him inside me for as long as I could. I backed onto his cock and clamped my muscles down to milk it for all it was worth. I moved my ass up and down his still-hard shaft. I felt his piss and cum rolling around my guts and start to leak out of my puckerhole. I tightened up more to keep it all in.

 

"God damn, son! You know how to treat your father," he panted, as he slowly pulled his cock out.

 

He milked his cock and it spit out a little more cum as he rubbed it against my hole. I lifted my ass to get it all.

 

"Stand up now. I know you need to shoot, so shoot on my bush."

 

I stood up and grabbed my cock in my right hand. Dad laid back on the rock as I straddled him. I pumped and pulled until I felt the jizz come up from my nuts and enter my sperm tube. The semen forced its way through my piss-slit and I shot loads and loads of warm spunk onto his bush as he watched me with a smile and gleam in his eye. I moved the stream up to his mouth. Some of it hit his chin and lips. He slurped it up with his tongue. I slowed down and milked my cock for any leftovers. I was panting and out of breath. I pulled my cock from the base of the shaft to the tip and milked out the last of my spunk and dropped it on his lips. He licked it up and smiled.

 

"Fuck, son! That's some hot jizz comin' out of your cock. It tastes just like mine!"

 

He opened his mouth and I saw him rolling my cum around on his tongue. He was pleased.

 

He looked up at me and smiled as I, out of breath, laid back down beside him. He turned to me, and with his mouth full of my spunk, opened wide and planted his mouth on my lips. I opened wide to take in his cum-drenched tongue. I tasted my own spunk as he started to tongue fuck me. His tongue slid in and out of my mouth as I tried to wrap my lips around it and suck all my juice off. He got on top of me and rubbed his sweaty chest against mine as he continued to fuck my mouth. He lifted his face up until he was looking deep into my eyes.

 

"God damn, son! You know how to treat your father."

 

"According to the those Christian fuckers, I'm supposed to 'Honor Thy Father and Mother', right?"

 

"You did just that, son. Let's have a Marlboro."

 

He rolled off me and grabbed my pack of Reds, grabbed one out of the pack with his teeth and got into my jeans and fished out the Zippo. Lighting up he drew hard on the Red and then stuck it in my mouth. He grabbed one for himself. He inhaled deeply to the bottom of his lungs, held the smoke and put his open mouth on mine. I sucked the smoke out of his mouth and into my lungs. I started to fuck his mouth with my tongue. The Red tobacco taste hit my tongue with a vengeance. We exchanged Marlboro smoke until the Red was gone. We laid back on the cool rock. We both lay naked with piss and cum covering us. Dad turned to me and with a crooked grin said, "You're the best son a man could ever have. I want to keep you around for as long as I can."

 

"As long as you keep fucking me the way you do, I'll stay around forever!"

 

copyright 2009/Wayne Bracford

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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