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  • Countryside dad

    • It was 1972. May to be exact. School was out and I had nothing to do but chores around our house. Our house was on an old farm my grandparents left to my dad, Travis, in Southwestern Texas. Dad leased out most of the land to people who still farmed and we lived on about 4 acres. The house was a typical farmhouse from the twenties. In back it had a large two-car garage with a workshop attached. There was also a barn that wasn't used for much more than the tractor we cut the lawn with. The house had a wrap around porch on two sides of it. The house sat about a 1/4 mile back from the road. The driveway was still gravel and was hard to spot from the road unless you knew where it was. My name is Clay. I'm an only child. Its the summer between my junior and senior year in high school. In school I am a so-so student, but keep my grades in good standing so I can stay on the baseball team. I play right field. Typical small town farm boy (without the farm). Well all typical except for my secret. I learned long ago that I am not attracted to females. I never did anything about it. Things get around fast in a small town. I just date whatever girl I can. Feel her up a bit and act pissed when she won't let me fuck her. That way all stays good.

    Now mom is a winner. She has been having an affair with an out of town farm equipment sales man for about a year now. I found out when I came home early from school one day and she was saying good-bye to him on the front porch. I followed her inside asking who the stranger was and she wouldn't tell me at first. When I persisted she turned on me and said, "Yeah so what, I am having an affair. Your father hasn't done anything for me in years. I couldn't take it anymore. And I know you won't say anything because I know your secret. I know you wouldn't want your adoring father to know his son is a fairy would you?" I couldn't believe it came out of her mouth like that. I hated her right then and there. "If that's the way its gonna be mother then why don't you leave with your new fella?"

    "Well Clay, that's exactly what I plan to do. I was planning on asking you to go along."

    "Oh ma, I don't think so. I'll be fine here with dad. You go ahead and get on with what ever you have to get on with."

    Dad got home from work around 4:30. He works as a lineman for the electric company. He did his usual. Came in grabbed a beer and went out to his shop to tinker around till the day wore off. After my show down with mom I didn't want to be in the house either. I waited about 15 minutes and grabbed two more beers--a refill for him and one for me. He wouldn't mind.

    I got to the shop and didn't bother knocking. It was hot inside the shop and dad had stripped off his shirt and boots and socks. He sat on his stool fiddling with some tool. "Thanks son. How did you know I was done with the first?"

    "Not too hard to figure dad. You don't mind if I join you do you dad?"

    "Not at all son. Something bothering you?"

    "Well dad, it's mom..."

    "I hate her son. She's been going around with some out of town salesman and she thinks I don't know. There is nothing in this town you can do without someone catchin wind. I hate to tell you all this but there is no one I would rather talk to than you son. I can't stand it anymore."

    "Don't worry dad. I already knew. I caught her today with the guy on the front porch. She said she was planning on leaving. Said some other stuff too. I don't like her much right now either pop."

    "What did she say son? She hurt you? She better leave you the hell alone! I don't care if she runs off with the fuckin circus. Just let us be."

    "She said if I told you what I knew that she would tell you my secret." I said.

    "Hell son, there is nothing she can tell me about you that would do any harm to the love I have for you. You are all the family I have besides my no good for nothing brother Hank. I love him just as much. So don't pay any attention to it and let it be. I'll take care of your mother."

    "Okay pop."

    With that dad got up to go to the house. He stood in his tight wranglers looking fucking hot. All his hair is on his head and chest. The rest is smooth tanned muscular skin. He wore a handlebar mustache and his hair was longer in the back. He was thirty-eight but looked like he was still in his twenties. He was about 5'10" and 185. I could only wish to look like him when I am his age.

    He went up to the house and I heard the arguing start. I couldn't tell what they were saying but I heard doors slamming and then I heard it move to the front porch. I looked out and saw mom had a suitcase and was headed to her car. Dad was on the porch watching her go. Just before she reached the car she turned and said at the top of her lungs; "I hope you rot in hell! I was gonna take Clay with me but he wants to stay with his daddy. I hope daddy doesn't mind taking care of his queer son!"

    She did it. That bitch! I saw dad pick up a clay pot that was on the porch and heave it onto the car as she pulled away. At that moment I hated her and I feared for the reaction from my dad. I didn't think he would appreciate his son being a queer. After she drove away I looked up at the porch. Dad was looking at me. Then he turned and went into the house. I wish he had said something.

    ***

    I stayed out in the shop for about an hour. Not knowing if it was safe to go in the house or not. I finally gathered up my courage and headed in. It was getting dark and when I went in the front room all the lights were off. Dad was sitting in his chair in front of the TV. with another beer. The TV was on but the sound was off. He was just staring at it sipping on his long neck every now and then. Stewing is the word I am really looking for. After watching him a few minutes I turned to go up to my room. As I did dad said, "We'll be better off with out her son. Im going to pack up her things and send them to her. You are welcome to go see her anytime you have a mind to, but she is no longer welcome in my home. Is that alright with you?"

    "Yeah pop. I don't really want to see her right now anyway." And I started up the stairs again but just as I got to the first step dad said, "Son, I love you. Nothing will change that." I ran over to his chair and hugged him. He hugged back tight. It was then, through my tears, that I noticed his scent. Dad's scent--the scent of the day. I always loved his scent--the masculine, working man, scent.

    Dad was not the perfume type of guy. Nothing went on his skin except for plain old Ivory and hot water. I felt the comfort in his scent and in his grip. I cried like a baby for a while and I think he shed a tear or two also. Finally he said, "Lets get a couple steaks out of the fridge and grill them up. Have a few more beers and steaks, then I gotta get to bed. I have to go to El Paso for a meeting in the morning so I have to leave at 5 am. I should be back by a little after 6 tomorrow night. You be okay by yourself son?"

    "Sure dad. I'll go get the steaks if youll heat up the grill."

    "Fine by me son, but dont forget the damn beer. Enough for both of us boy."

    "Yes sir."

    We had dinner and drank a few beers but then at 8 dad said it was time to hit the sack. If I was gonna watch TV to keep it low. Dad went upstairs but I didn't hear his door close. That was odd because he always closed his door at night. He and mom had had separate bedrooms for years and he closed his door usually since he went to bed earlier than everyone else.

    I watched TV for a couple of hours then I went to bed too. On my way to the bathroom I went past dad's room. The door was fully open and Dad was snoring kinda loud. There was enough light going in his room that I saw him laid out on his back with the covers barely covering his mid section. I always knew dad slept bareassed ,but had never confirmed it...till now. I just stood there and stared for a while. There was no doubt in my mind that Dad was hot and I wondered why things went wrong with him and mom. Mom was okay looking but she wasn't in dad's league in the looks department. I wondered what got them together in the first place.

    I brushed my teeth and went across the hall to my room. I left the door open too. Figured its just us guys now. Besides I may get a glimpse of dad going to pee at night or something.

    At about 4 am I woke up to a light down the hall. It was coming from Dad's room. I remembered that he was leaving early. That's when I noticed Dad coming down the hall to the bathroom. He was still naked. I couldn't believe it. Dad was never naked around the house. Always through on some shorts or something. He paused at the bathroom door and looked back to my room. Must have noticed I left the door open. Then he went in the bathroom and left the light off. He sat on the john and I could hear him pissing. He let out a huge fart too. Then he got up went back to his room to get dressed.

    After he left for work I threw back my covers and jacked off like crazy. It was the first time I had seen my dad naked and the first time I saw him use the bathroom. After I shot my load I just laid there and fell back to sleep. I woke up around 8 am and went to eat and do my chores.

    At around 4 pm dad called and said he would be home in an hour. The trip didn't take as long as he thought and he was on his way. I decided to get some beers on ice for him and put them on the porch. Dad always liked his beer near by so he didn't have to get up.

    Dad's truck pulled in the drive at 5:15. He was hot and tired. I could tell because he had his shirt off already and his boots were untied. I was sitting on the porch with the beers ready.

    "Here you go pop." I handed him an icy beer.

    "Damn boy. I never got treatment this good before. You burn the barn down or something?"

    "No dad. I'm just happy its gonna be the two of us."

    "So am I son. I loved your mom once but not anymore. I don't want you to feel obligated to me too much though. She is still your mom and you are welcome to have all the contact you want with her."

    "Well for right now I think I will hold off on contact. I am not one of her fans right now."

    "Is it because of what she said before she drove off son?"

    "Yeah, basically."

    "Don't worry about it son. I told you there is nothing she could say or that you could do that would make me love you any less. Now let's drink some beers. It's Friday and I don't want to think about nothing."

    "Sounds good dad."

    After about 5 beers I started to feel a bit wasted. Dad was sucking them down good. He was a couple ahead of me. At the beginning he was going in the house and using the restroom to piss. After his 5th or 6th beer he said, "What the hell am I going into the house for. No women around means a man can piss in his own yard." With that he pulled out his cock and pissed over the railing of the porch. I got to see his cock up close. It was hot.

    "Don't be shy son. We piss off the front porch from now on. This is a man's house."

    "Yes sir dad." I was still in shorts and a tee shirt. I got up and pissed off the railing too. My shorts fell down while I was doing it though. Dad said, "Well I'll be. My son goes commando like his old man."

    "What's commando pop?"

    "No underwear son."

    "Oh that. Yeah mom used to bitch because she never found any underwear in my laundry. Just jocks I used for baseball. I told her I hated underwear. They went up my butt. That's when she would turn around and go...just like your damn father. And she would walk away all pissed off."

    "Yeah son. She always told me I was a good for nothing pig. Hell I thought I cleaned up for her. Well that's the end of that. Like I said this is a man's house now. We do as we please. Pass me another beer son.

    ***

    I woke up Saturday morning to the sound of the tractor. I looked over at the clock and it read 8:30. I never sleep that late. Dad must be mowing. I looked out my window and saw him with a cup of coffee on the tractor. He was in his favorite cutoffs. They were my favorite cut offs too--little did he know. They showed off dad's ass perfectly and were short (as all shorts were short in the seventies). I threw on a pair of shorts and headed to get some coffee. I took it out to the porch and tried to wake up.

    Dad noticed me a few minutes later and pulled the tractor to the side of the house. He hopped off and I noticed how sweaty he looked--nothing like a hot hairy-chested man to get the morning juices flowing, even if it was my dad.

    "Morning sun, you slept in!" Dad said with a grin. He seemed so much happier and animated in the few days since mom left.

    "Yeah pop. Had a few more beers than I am used to I guess."

    "Well, we'll just have to get you more used to them then. While you're waking up I am gonna have to run down to Jenkin's Lumber and get a couple of 2 x 12's. We need to fix that rafter in the barn that sits over the tractor before I put it up. The crack has gotten worse and I would hate to lose the barn even though we use it only for the tractor. I'll get everything we need then I'll pick up some breakfast burritos from the Mexican restaurant on the way back. So be ready to help when I get back, okay?"

    "Sure pop. I should be plenty awake by the time you get back."

    Dad grabbed a tee shirt he had on the railing and jumped into his pick up. He didn't bother putting on the shirt but needed it for the lumber yard.

    I drank my second cup of coffee and then took a nice dump. Just as I was wiping I heard the truck coming down the drive. I met dad on the porch with two glasses of orange juice and we ate the burritos before we started in the barn. Dad already had the smell of the day on him. We both hadn't bothered to shower yet but I didn't mind. One of my other secrets is how I like my smell and how I really like other dude's stink. Between the two of us sitting on the warm porch the smell surrounded us.

    "Okay son. Let's get this over with. Maybe we could go out to the lake or something after we're done."

    We headed to the truck and collected the lumber and bolts dad had purchased. The 2 x 12's were heavy.

    "We're gonna build a rafter on each side of the cracked one son then bolt all three together. It will save us from having to brace everything and it will make it that much stronger."

    We put the boards on each side of the broken rafter and sat them on the tops of the walls on each side.

    "Okay son. Push the boards together while I drill the holes."

    I was under dad a bit on my own ladder... our skin touching every now and then. The heat was overwhelming up in the rafters even in the morning. Dad was sweating up a storm. I could see the sweat dripping from his pits.

    "Okay son. Get the bolts and you hold the nut with the wrench on one side and Ill turn it on the other side."

    Now we were almost at the same height, although I was at the same level as his pits. We were both reaching up so I got a full view of his pits. I was in a trance now--and getting hard. I knew a hard on would show in these shorts but I couldn't help myself. The scent was driving me nuts.

    "Son. Son...the next bolt. We're done with that one!"

    "Oh... ah... sorry dad. Yeah sure."

    "What's the matter with you boy?"

    "Just the heat pop."

    "Yeah I know. These shorts waistband is burning into my hips. You know how it rubs when you sweat."

    "Then take them off pop." Oh shit. What did I say!

    "Not a bad idea son." With that dad unbuttoned his fly and let his short fall and then kicked them off the ladder. "No need to be shy with just us guys around. Thanks."

    Here I was horny as hell and my dad was bareassed in front of me. "You know your mother hated nudity--such a prude about it. My old man and brother never worried about being bareassed in front of each other. Without air conditioning in that old house it was necessary."

    Jeeze. Dad and his brother used to be naked with granddad? What next?

    "If you0re embarrassed son Ill put them back on."

    "No dad. I was just wishing I could be that easy about it."

    "Tell you what. After we're done here we'll have a couple of beers. Then youll be less shy."

    "Sounds good pop."

    I took about another half hours to get all the bolts put in and finish the job. Dad was naked except for his boots the whole time.

    "That's it son. Thanks for the help. Now go ice some beers like you did yesterday while I put up the tools. Bring them back down here. We'll tail gate on the back of the truck." I got a wash bin and filled it with long necks, then ice. I put it on the back of the truck and backed the truck up to the barn. Dad came out and put down the tailgate and hopped up on it. He went to the back of the bed and leaned backwards on the window while he cracked open a beer.

    "God I missed this son. Before your mom and I married I used to be quite the nudist. It didn't last long after I got married though. If I wasn't showered and dressed all the time your mom bitched up a storm. But if it's okay with you Im back to my old self."

    "I don't mind pop. Hope I can be as comfortable as you though."

    "Don't worry son. You do as you please. If shorts are more comfortable for you then wear them. I won't judge you about anything as long as you don't hurt anyone else."

    We sat there for a while just talking and drinking. The fuzziness from the beers last night wore off. I was feeling less embarrassed and loving the view of dad in the back of the truck.

    Dad put down his beer and stretched back putting his arms over his head. Then he sniffed his pits. "Nothing I like better than smelling my own stink."

    Shit, dad does that too! I thought I was the only one with that perversion.

    As dad stretched he let out a loud fart. "Opps, sorry son. The burritos are kicking in." We both laughed. "You okay with everything son? Just the two of us now. You gonna miss your mom?"

    "Not right now, I'm not dad. I am sure I will want to see her again soon enough but I am still kinda mad at her. I need time to get over it. But there is no place I rather be than here with you pop."

    "I feel the same way son."

    The beers started kicking in with me. Dad moved to the tailgate with me and we both had our feet over the edge. We had already taken off our boots and socks but I still had on my shorts.

    "Damn I gotta piss son." and with that he let go right there on the edge of the tailgate. I got hard again. I wanted to touch it and between that and his scent I was going nuts. My inhibitions were starting to crumble with the beers.

    "Oh to be a pig again. This is country living boy. I feel like the city came to the farm for the past 18 years and it finally left." He raised the arm next to me to itch his back. His pit was right in my face. The smell was intense. I went into my trance again.

    "You like the smell too don't you son?"

    "What you mean pop?"

    "Every time you been in front of my pits you go glassy eyed on me. You just stare at it like you want to eat it."

    "DAD! I do not."

    "Its okay son. I feel the same way. I want to eat it too. I have licked myself before. I love the taste. You want to taste it?"

    I couldn't believe this. It must be the beer talking. Dad then lay back on the bed and fully exposed now with his arms above his head. "Go ahead son. Taste my stinky pits," he said as he rubbed his right hand in his left pit. Then he brought his right hand to his lips. He licked his fingers. "Go ahead boy. I am here for you son. For everything you need."

    ***

    I just sat there on the tail gate of the truck looking down at my hunk of a father laying there telling me to eat his pits. I was so confused with both desire and fear. I couldn't believe the change in my dad in only a few days since mom left. First he became more happy and animated than I had ever seen him. Like a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Then He started becoming less and less inhibited around the house like he had been that way all along. Now he was asking me, his son, to become totally intimate with him. Finally after a few minutes of silence dad sat up and sat next to me on the tailgate.

    "Son, I guess I didn't start this off right or I am figuring things out wrong. I wasn't bothered by what your mom said because I always knew, or thought I knew, what made you tick. You see son, I am the same way. Your mother and I only dated a few times before she became pregnant with you. In this town in those days you do the proper thing. We grew to love each other mainly because we had you in common. But when I lived with your grandpa and Hank here on the farm we were, how do I say it boy, more into each other than outsiders. Your grandma died when I was very young and as time went on we got very used to just being three guys around the house. It's so private here that things just developed. We were pretty much naked all the time and helping each other out with physical needs. I had discovered long ago that I much preferred the company of my dumb ass red neck brother than some lily soft female. I saw it in you too son. Am I wrong?"

    I sat there trying to swallow all this information. I was in shock. All these years I had been hiding any feelings like this, especially from my dad, so that I wouldn't be an outcast. Now I am finding I belong more than I thought I did.

    "So you are telling me that you and Uncle Hank used to have sex together?"

    "Yes son, before your mom and I married we did it quite a bit. And grandpa too."

    "What?" Now I was really shocked.

    "I was the younger one. One night I couldn't sleep. Must have been 11 or 12. Hank was 15. I walked out into the living room and your uncle was giving your grandpa a blowjob by the fire while grandpa was fingering his ass. I just stood there and jacked myself off. After I came Hank crawled over and cleaned me up much to my father's approval. After that things became quite open around the house--but only for people inside the house. No one knew but us."

    "So do you and Uncle Hank still..."

    "Oh son. You never noticed that when your uncle and I go hunting I never bring home any meat? Your mother just figured it was a way for Hank and I to get totally drunk together. We did that but we also fucked each other good."

    Now I was really excited. My uncle Hank was a bit of a dumb ass redneck but he was also a fucking hot mechanic. He worked in his own garage in town. I had been there a few times with dad and always noticed that Hank was a bit of an exhibitionist. When he wasn't in his coveralls working he wasn't in nothing more than shorts most of the time. Where my dad was hairy he was smooth and muscular, he had a shaved head and a beard. Dad handed me another beer and I swallowed it pretty quickly. Dad kinda chuckled and said, "So son. You okay. I hope I wasn't wrong and that I ruined everything and you're gonna want to live with your mother now?"

    I just stared at him a second. I got up and walked a bit, the alcohol taking its toll on my legs. I looked back at him sitting naked on that tailgate. I had been attracted to this man all my life and scared of him ever finding out and now I find out that he has known all the time.

    "So dad, going naked was common while you grew up? All three of you?"

    "Yeah son. Pretty much."

    "Well I can't be the one to end a family tradition." And with that I let my shorts fall to the ground and I walked over to my dad. "Hug me dad." He put his arms around me and hugged me like if he let go he would lose me forever.

    "I love you son. I love you more than anyone has a right to and I would do nothing to hurt you. Its all up to you son all up to you. You lead us in the way we should live."

    I moved my head back a bit and looked at him straight in the eyes. "There is something I always wanted to do dad and I am gonna take a chance." I moved quickly and put my lips right on his. I was pleasantly surprised when his mouth opened and his tongue met mine. The spit in both our mouth started to come out the sides as we kissed a wet and sloppy kiss. I had one hand on his shoulder and the other exploring the hair on his chest. His hands were both on my butt cheeks massaging them.

    After what seemed like an hour but was only a couple of minutes Dad moved back and looked at me and said, "How far you wanna go with this son? We can just be nudists and live with out sex or it could be all. Your call."

    "Well pop. By the looks of things down south I would say that we both want it all and also I was thinking how great it would be to share all this with Uncle Hank and get him out of that apartment above his garage."

    "Well you don't say boy. I was gonna suggest that in a few weeks when I saw how things went. If it wasn't going to go the 'all the way' route I wasn't gonna suggest it at all. I'll give Hank a call later. But for now how about another beer?"

    "The hell with the beer dad. You promised me some pit. Lay back down." He did as I said and put his hands above his head. I cleaned each one of them good. Then I worked my way down his chest and stomach till I got to his musky balls. As I licked them clean I felt him lift up and put his face in my ass. I hadn't showered and was shocked when I felt his tongue on my hole. He was sucking my ass clean while I worked on his cock. While working on his cock I discovered a tangy sweat taste under his hood of his uncut log. I learned that day that I would want to clean the cheese out first before anything else.

    After sucking and licking for at least a half hour dad said, "Son you got soft. What's the matter?"

    "I just gotta piss dad, give me a sec."

    "Oh no son, you come over here and squat on my face while you do it."

    "You want me to piss on your face dad?" I was shocked and excited.

    "Hell no boy, I want you to piss in my mouth. I don't want to waste none of that beer." I did as he said and squatted down over him and aimed. As I did this he put one hand on my ass to steady me and the other hand he used to explore my hole. I let go in a hard stream and most of it missed his mouth but he was able to salvage most. He started fingering my hole as I pissed. I was lost in the pure nature of it all and I all of a sudden let out a fart. I was embarrassed at first but it seemed to make him work harder on my ass. Like he was looking for more.

    "Oh fuck boy. You are a piggy just like your ole man. You think you may want to sit on your pops cock son. Bust that cherry ass of yours?"

    It scared me but excited me too. "Its too big dad."

    "No son I got you worked up good. It will only hurt for a minute then it will feel good. I promise."

    So I just decided to go for it. I squatted over his cock and he said, "When it starts to go in just push out like your taking a dump son. It will go in easier."

    I did as he said. I felt like I was being split in half. His cock felt more massive than it looked. It hurt like hell but I was determined to get it in me now. It took a lot of pain and some screaming on my part but I got it all the way in. "Okay son. Hold steady. Get used to it. I am gonna scoot off the bed and turn you around." He held on to me and scooted off the bed and turned around so I was laying on my back on the tailgate and he was standing up. "You okay baby?"

    "Yeah dad. Its starting to feel good. It feels great actually." With that he started fucking me. His cock moved slowly at first then he started going at it when he saw I was okay. "Oh fuck dad. Oh yeah...man...oh fuck harder...harder."

    "Daddy's cock feels real good in there son. It seems like it found a new home. You like it in there son?"

    "Oh fuck yeah man keep going dont fuckin stop. Oh fuck man...oh..."

    "Yeah baby." He fucked me hard for what seemed hours but was sure it was only a few minutes.

    "I'm gonna cum dad. Im gonna cum...

    "Me too baby, gonna come in your ass boy, is that alright?"

    "Just do it dad, fuckin do it!"

    At the same time we both lost it. I came all over my stomach and I felt his hot liquid fill my stomach. He came in buckets and I didn't think my ass could hold it all.

    ***

    I lay on that bed of the truck for what seemed an eternity. I was so comfortable and so exhausted. Dad was still standing with his dripping cock just out of my hole. He backed away for a minute then he started to let go again. His piss just streamed out. I gathered all my energy and jumped off the truck.

    "Oh no you dont pop" and I knelt under the stream. I soaked myself in his waste. "I didn't want the beer to go to waste either pop." Then he aimed it at me soaking me good. After his cock was spent he grabbed me and put me back on the truck and I was about to receive the best tongue bath any one in the history of tongue baths has received. (Ok...too much drama...lol) After he cleaned me up real good we kissed again. This time the sloppy Frenching we did had the taste of sex and musk. It was unbelievable.

    "What you think dad? You gonna call Uncle Hank?"

    "Well son, after the performance you just gave and knowing what that pig of a brother I have likes, I think I have a much better idea." He sat on the truck and opened us both a beer and told me his plan. So on Monday I took the old truck we have to Uncle Hanks garage at about 5:30. He closes the garage at six but lets the two guys that work for him leave at five. Anything brought in after 4:00 wouldn't be worked on till the next day anyway.

    I pulled up to an empty bay just as Uncle Hank was about to close the garage door to it. He saw me and came up to the window. "Hey boy, what the hells going on bud?" Hank asked.

    "Hey Uncle Hank. Dad asked me to bring the truck down last week but I forgot. It has a knocking he wanted you to listen too."

    "Well pull er into the bay and let me close the door before anyone else shows up. I'll lock up then have a listen." So far the plan went as dad said. He knew the minute I showed up he would lock up. Hank always made time for family.

    In the mean time I still hadn't gotten out of the truck. I had on an old tee with no sleeves and the shortest 501 cutoffs I own. And a pair of tennis shoes with no socks. I hadn't showered since Saturday and I knew I reeked of sweat, sex and whatever else. Hank made his way back to the truck. As he approached I noticed him in his coveralls and how they were zipped up to his chest when I first got there, but now they were down past his belly button. The tops of his pubes were stickin out.

    "Now that we have the door closed I can relax a bit." With that he removed the top half of his coverall and tied the sleeves around his waste. He tied them loose though and the top of his meaty ass crack was making an appearance.

    Hank opened up the hood and told me to turn on the engine. I did as he said then got out of the truck. As I approached I saw Hanks eyes give me the once over. Baseball has been very good to me and I knew my ass looked great in these shorts. My tee was tight around my torso and showed off everything else I had. It rode up a little too, to show off my mid drift.

    "Boy you been working out more? You sure have grown."

    "Thanks for noticing Hank."

    "Not a problem boy. Now lets take a look under here."

    As he leaned into the engine to listen I did too. As I leaned forward I let loose in my shorts. I just started pissing the 6 glasses of tea I had before I left the house. I had been dying holding it this long--as my shorts got soaked the excess started dripping to the ground.

    Hank looked up and said, "What the hell..."

    He looked down and saw what was happening. "Boy you know youre pissing your pants?"

    "Sure I do Hank. It feels good."

    "It does?" Hank looked worried now. He looked like he was thinking that I either lost my mind or he could get arrested.

    "It sure does Hank. You want to feel what it feels like?"

    "Okay boy, whats going on here? This truck seems fine and you are acting mighty strange."

    "Well okay Hank. You caught me, well not yet, but youre going to."

    "What?"

    "This is my way," I took his hand and placed them on my soaking shorts "of inviting you." I opened my fly with the other hand and put his hand inside "to come live with dad and I."

    I was rock hard and by the looks of things Hank was beginning to understand. He started to massage my cock and I untied his sleeves and let his coveralls fall. He was uncut like dad and half hard. His cock was massive. At least two inches bigger than dad's 8 incher and twice as thick.

    "Your dad know about your invitation Clay?" he said in a sexy whisper as he felt me up.

    "It was his idea Hank."

    "Well I will be damned. The tradition continues."

    "It sure does Hank. Now you gonna move back to the farm house or what?"

    "How is this for an answer boy." He got on his knees and started licking my balls and cock. He sucked the piss out of my shorts too. Then he started playing with my ass while he sucked on my cock. I pulled him up for a few minutes and told him to lean back on the truck and lift his arms.

    "Let me relieve you of the day Uncle Hank." And I cleaned his pits good--both of them. Then I moved down and cleaned his cock, balls and then turned him around and cleaned his ass too. When I got to his hole with my tongue he let out a huge fart. I dug harder with my tongue. It turned me on so much. "Damn boy, you are related aren't you. Your daddy likes that too."

    "I know Hank. I know."

    After I was through cleaning him he lifted me up and gave me one of those sloppy kisses to taste what I had tasted.

    "Can I fuck you Clay?"

    "Ain't no better way to celebrate you moving back home Uncle Hank."

    Hank put a cushion on one of those car lifts and lifted it up hip thigh level. "Get up here Clay." I did as he asked. He spread my legs on one half and my arms on the other half with my butt hanging off a bit. He adjusted the lift to his cocks height and then went to the office for some lube.

    "This may hurt boy. I'm bigger than your daddy."

    "I was hoping for some pain from that cock of yours Hank. Get on with it."

    He lined it up and started to enter. I took my tee shirt and sucked on it biting down hard, wanting to be able to take the pain. He entered slowly and let it rest when he was all the way in. "Oh fuck yeah boy. I'm in. I am all the way in that hot ass of yours. You wanna be fucked now boy. Fucked with your uncle's big ass cock?"

    "Oh fuck yeah Hank. Fuckin do it man. Fuck me hard!"

    He started pumping into me. I felt like I was gonna fall off the stupid lift. He rammed into me with everything he had. At first the pain was so hard to take, but then it started to feel fuckin great. I couldn't stop from telling him to do it harder.

    "Im gonna cum Clay. You want my seed boy?"

    "Hell yeah man. Give it to me Hank. Shoot inside me where your brother has, man." That got Hank really worked up and I felt him expand to what seemed like twice the size in my ass. Then he exploded. So much cum it leaked out my ass. I shot too. My cum shooting in the air and onto my chest. Hank looked down and licked up my chest. Then he started to pull out. All of a sudden the door from the office opened. Hank got startled and turned real fast and said, "Who the fuck..."

    It was my dad. He said, "So Hank. I guess the answer is yes?"

    My dad and I just started to bust laughing and Hank did his best to be shocked, but then started laughing too. "Hell yes that means yes. Where do I sleep little brother?"

    "Well with us of course. Unless youd rather have your own room."

    "No I think you and the boy have it worked out just fine bro. Just fine."


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