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(Mm, ped, inc, voy, 1st-gay-expr, oral, mast) *** My mother died when I was little, leaving my father to raise my smaller brother and me on our rural West Texas farm by himself. Our closet neighbor was twenty miles away the closet town double that. And school was even further. My kid brother and I missed a lot of school working hard along with your dad and ranch hand Joe to keep the place going. The school however understood and twice a week my brother and I would head out to check in, gather up homework, and turn in homework. It was not legal by as long and we kept our grades up no one looked too close. This isolation brought out something that it would be later when I was grown up and living far way that I would understand fully what my father did to us was wrong. But at the time I saw it as natural, something all men must do to one another in private. I’m not sure how old I was. The only memory I have was sitting on the sofa late one night, the television providing the only light in the room. My brother was sleep and already curled in bed I was determined to stay up and watched all of Johnny Carson. My dad sat beside him in his stain boxers, socks, and soiled undershirt, a beer propped in his left hand and his other hand was buried in his boxers. The hand in his boxers had been moving continuously since he sat down. In an unconscious lazy movement he stroked himself. When I peered over at him, I could see the head of his cock stick out of the band of his boxers. A drop of liquid glistened out of the little hole. He caught me watching and his hand speed up bringing more liquid to drip out of the little hole. "You peeing?" I asked naïve believing that only pee came out of the whole. "Nah," My father responded in a deep raspy voice, his hand continuing to move as he tugged harder on his dick. Frowning further I asked, "Whatcha doing?" His hand stopped and he looked at me in a funny way. He put his beer down on the end table, and released himself with his other hand. Leaning closer to me he wrapped his left arm around me bring me up against his sweaty side. It was August and the window unit was off to save electricity since it was night time. "You want to see," he asked I could smell the beer on his breath. He’d drank five already and was nursing six. His right hand slipped in through the slit of his drawers to bring is dick out fully for me to see. It was thick and an angry dark red. It jutted out and upward when he removed his hand. "See that my boy. That’s what happens when a man needs loving. The juices build up like a cow full of milk, and my dick needs to be worked to relieve the pressure." "So you’re milking yourself?" I asked in awe. "Yeah I’m milking myself. And warm milk is going to come out when I’m done." A smile crossed his mouth, as he leaned forward and said, "I want a taste?" I was curious and dying to know what it tasted like. Shrugging, I said, "Sure." A funny look crossed my father’s face and his dick jumped and pressed itself against his stomach. In a husky shaky voice, my father said, "Sure, you have to…uh…suck it out." His hand trembled as he stroked my back and gentle pushed me towards his dick. "That’s it Davy boy, put it in your mouth." He whispered softly as he gentle rubbed my back. Dad groaned as I put the hot red head in my mouth, slipping between my lips and licking it like a Popsicle on a hot summer’s day. My tongue licked the liquid I saw early noting it was hot and slightly salty but not back. Above me my father moaned out, "Oh Davey boy that feel so good. Don’t stop." His hand wove through my curly hair gripping it slightly as he forced my head down onto his dick. "That’s it baby drink your Daddy’s milk." I suck. Licking and sucking trying to draw the milk to the surface. My hands gripped the base squeezing up and down like I did when milking a cow. It seemed to work because Dad started to lift his hips up and down off the sofa, driving his dick deeper into my mouth a couple times I had to fight him to keep his dick from choking me. When I gagged whenever his dick went to deep it only worked my father up more. He groaned and apologized. "Sorry baby. That’s it work the milk up." He whispered between panting and groaning. It did not take long, by the end of a commercial break he was sweating, and rocking his hips. "That’s it Davy baby. I’m going to come." He grounded out through clenched teeth as he grunted and raised his hips high off the sofa. Above me made what sounded like pig noises and then it happen. My mouth was flooded with hot thick liquid. I drank it, trying to figure if I liked the taste of it or not. Above me my dad was panting, and muttering. "That’s it Davey. You’re such a good son Davey." He continued to coo and praises to me, as sweat rolled down his brow when I looked up. Love shown in his eyes and he pulled me close in and embrace me against his side. His face lowered down to mines. He kissed my brow, cheek, nose, and finally on my lips. He kept kissing me on my lips, and finally pulled away and told me, "Stick out your tongue so I can give you a proper kiss baby." I did and found it interesting when he took his own tongue and showed me how to play ‘war’ with our tongues battling each other. "Hmmm, that’s hot." He said breaking the game. Yawning he got up and turned off the television declaring bed. Yet instead of me climbing into my twin bed, my father had me strip naked and climb into his massive king size bed with him. This was just the beginning for us. In my father head I guessed he crossed the line and never considered going back. He would wake me in the morning to ‘milk’ him. And sometimes he would take me into the scrawny woods that were sprinkled across our farm to milk him again. Each time he would moan and groan and praise me for being a good son. For weeks this continued unabated. Then one day coming home from school he waited for me at the front door. He told my brother to go start his homework and asked me to help him in the barn. Once in the barn, he took me to the loft and into the farthest corner. Standing in front of me he reached up and unhooked his work overalls, letting them fall to gather around his ankles. He pulled down his boxers and unbuttoned the lower buttons of his shirt all the while watching me. In a gruff voice he surprised me by asking me to take off my overalls and underwear. Puzzled I did as he asked, curious to see what was going to happen. His big hand reached down and he stroked himself several times bring his dick up and ready to be milked. I moved forward ready to take him in my mouth for milking. Instead he reached out and told me to turn around and bow down. "Take a hold of the wall," he muttered in a gruff voice. "And lean forward." I did what I was told, leaving my bare ass exposed to him. He spat into his hand and coated his dick with his saliva. I became increasing nervous when I heard him move closer behind me. Part of me wondered if he was going to put it in me like the bulls do the heifers out in the field. Only I wasn’t a heifer and I did not have two holes. I only had one and a panic seized me at the thought of my father’s dick entering that one hole of mine. I started to straighten up and move away but my father must have sense my nervousness because he grabbed me and held me still with one hairy arm. He pressed his body against mine, using his weight to keep me under control. I did not fight for fear of getting hurt. But I did whimper when if felt his hairy legs and stomach pressed against my smooth back. "I ain’t going hurt you," My father whisper loving against my ear. He placed a kiss on my neck. "Just hold still and do what I tell you, Davey boy. And it’ll be all right." He kissed my neck again as I felt the shaft of his dick, slid between my ass cheeks, and press lower against the back of my nut sac. He positioned himself between my legs. "Press your legs together tight." I did as he told me, trapping his hot dick between my thighs and against my nut sac. "Keep them tight Davey boy. Keep your legs tight." He muttered against my ear. Then he started to move in short fast humps. I could feel is dick sliding between my thighs, brushing against my ass hole, and pushing into my nut sac. His large hand grasped my waist and I felt like I was being hunched by a horse, my small body dwarfed by my father’s larger frame. His hands tighten painful at my waist as he hunched me harder and faster, his breathing erratic as moans and groans escaped from his parted lips. "That’s it Davey," he moaned. "Keep them fucking tight." I felt rubbed raw by his body hair as he movements picked up speed. In the heat, I could smell his musky sour odor, as my back grew wet from his sweat. Only the sound of his breathing and his balls hitting my thighs broke the silence. "Oh, fuck, I’m going to come." His movements sped up and his dick head slipped to the entrance of my ass hole. I wince as he pounded against the entrance and gasp out loud when it broke through into my virgin hole. "Oh shit!" My father yelled. I thought he would back away as I struggled to push his dick out and get free of him. Instead his grip tightened and his hips started thrusting wildly driving his dick head in deeper. My eyes bugged out at the pain in my ass. He literally picked me up, my feet no longer touching the ground as he pounded into me. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he repeated over and over with each thrust. I bit me lip to keep from screaming out in pain as I felt split in two. Just when I could not handle anymore he thrust hard, let go a loud grunt and stilled. My ass was on fire. And I whimpered as I felt something hot and moist enter my ass. With his arms tight around my waist my father exhaled blowing hot air against me face. I could feel tremors running up and down his body against my back. "Sorry Davey. It felt too good to resist." My father apologized setting me down on my feet and slowly slipping his dick out of my battered ass hole. I slowly straighten up and wince at the fire coming from my hole. Something hot and thick slid out, and worried I reached around to touch my ass hole gingerly wondering how bad I was bleeding. When I brought my hand up, it was coated with a whitish milky fluid with a few drops of blood mixed in. My father hand patted me on the back as he apologized again. "Come on Davey pull up your pants, we’ll go into the house so I can clean you up." Sounding all concern fatherly to me, he helped me dress, brought me into the house, and doctored up my poor ass. After that I avoided him and he let me. I thought that was the end, but he gone too far and like an addict he had to have it. I should have known if I wasn’t putting out he would find someone who would. Several months had past and I was busy working at the far side of the ranch. I finished early and decided to go back home taking the long way there to burn time. I heard them before I saw them, hushed whispers and moans of delight coming from over by a grove of trees. Walking softly I headed to the noise, my stomach clenching knowing what I’d find. "That’s it Billy milk daddy good." My father’s voice drifted to my ears. Hiding behind I tree I peered around it to find my little brother on his knees with my father’s dick in his mouth as he leaned against a tree his overalls and boxers gathered around his ankles. "Come on Billy milk daddy harder, and he’ll milk you good too." He encouraged, looking down as the little boy worked harder to move his head up and own my father’s dick. "That’s it, don’t stop, baby, don’t stop," My father whispering loving down to the curly blonde headed boy. I wondered if that’s what I looked like when I was the only on my knees sucking my father’s dick. My dick twitched inside my jeans. Absently I reached down and stroked it, feeling it twitched more as it enjoyed my touched, but wanting more. Unfastening my jeans I reached inside and grabbed myself. With an eager grip I stroked myself hard, peering around the tree to watch as my father began to pound Billy’s face drawing him self close to squirting his milk. My hand fell into tempo with his thrust, as I worked my dick hard. "I’m coming Billy." My father called out. And I felt my own body tighten as it prepared to come also. My father’s body seized up and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, as his mouth fell open in a moan escaped out. I closed my eyes after that and let my own body take over. Every muscle in my body tightened. I gasp softly as my balls tighten to shot my own man milk free. I pumped my hips with my hand as I rode the pleasure bursting inside of me. I felt something hot coat me hand as my body relaxed against the tree, my body twitching periodically as I tried to catch my breath. Opening my hand I looked down in surprise to find white thick liquid on my hand. I finally produced my own man milk. I heard smacking sounds and Billy gasp. Turning I peeped around the tree to find my father on his knees and Billy’s small dick gobbled up in my father’s hungry mouth. He worked my brother’s dick, leaving Billy with eyes closed as he rocked on his heels. I felt jealous. My father had never taken me in his mouth. I was always the giver never the taker. I made up my mind then and there that my father would suck my dick the way I had always sucked his. And that I would put my dick up his ass and see how that felt. Just the thought of sticking me dick up his big hairy hole caused my dick to twitch. I could almost here him moan and whimper as I drove my dick up his ass. Tonight I told myself. I’d do him tonight. I moved off not wanting to be found. Yet behind me I heard Billy cried out and my father grunt. Yeah tonight I was going to get mine. I was so anxious I almost ruin it. Seeing my father and Billy together at the dinner table acting as if what I saw in the wood was a dream. To outward viewers it looked normal and innocent. Billy went to bed, and my father retreated to his bedroom for the night leaving me up and hard. When the house had settled down I decided to strike. Earlier I gone into the barn and got the cream we used to help us slid our hand into the heifers to artificial insemination them. Tonight it would help me slide in too. My father was on his stomach naked and asleep. Just the sight of his hairy butt cheeks made my dick grow harder. I had no real plan only to slide my dick in and drive it home. That was all I could focus on. So slowly I crept up onto the bed and between his slightly parted legs. I undid the lid to the jar, scooped up a wad of cream and slather my dick up good. I knew I had to strike hard and fast. So I posed myself over him, my dick just inches from where I assumed his hairy puckered ass hole was. Slowly I moved down and pressed. The only part of my body touching him was my dick. I felt him move as he was waking up. And knew I had little time left before he reacted. So I ram my dick in. Feeling the pucker lips of his ass hole give and allow me to slide deep into his bowels. It was heaven, feeling those tight muscles grip me and hold me tight. "What the fuck!" My father howled out. He tried to buck me off but my slick dick only slide further and deeper in, until I was buried to the hilt. My lower body pressed against his. He stilled, panting underneath me. Through my dick I could feel the beat of his heart racing. "Billy is that you?" My father whispered out. His breathing labored and his voice raspy. "No dad, it’s me Davey." Feeling cruel I said, "Pay back is a bitch isn’t it." With that I withdraw my dick only to drive it back into him hard. Underneath me I heard my father grunt. Not wasting time I found a tempo and drove dick in and out of his hot tight hole, loving every second as he grunted, whimpered, clutching the pillow tight against his face as he bit into hit. "That’s did dad. Take it like a man." I told him, high on the power of making him take me. I moved my legs to put me squatting above him. My knees clutching his hips as I changed the angle of my thrust and worked his ass fully. When I felt I was coming to quickly I slow down my thrust. His ass was mine and I had all night. The change in position must have done something to him. Because he released the pillow and gasp out loud. A moan soon followed. As I worked my dick slowly in and out his now wide open and greased up ass hole. I could take my dick all the way out and slide it balls deep in without any hindrance. Curious at his change of attitude, I moved my dick around until suddenly he moaned again. I moved my dick in short strokes inside him, my head bumping up against the walls of his colon on the spot I found. He groaned again lifting his ass to meet my strokes. "Oh fuck, don’t stop." He gasped out clutching the pillow to his chest as he bent his knees slightly allowing his hand to reach down and grasp his own dick. I could see all this in the moonlight dresser mirror. His dick was hard, and his eyes half closed in pleasure. "Fuck my ass." He whispered seeing me watching him in the mirror. It looked strange and erotic to see my lean smooth pale body, on top and a larger more muscular hairy one. "Fuck my ass Davey. Fuck me good." He begged in a husky voice. And I did just that. I laid into his ass, pumping and thrusting for all it was worth, making sure to hit that magic spot that made my father act like a whore. His buried his head into the pillow, groaning and moaning with wild abandon as I worked his ass hole. Just he ideal that I was fucking such a grown ass man, my father on top of that, and he was begging for it made my dick grow even harder and left me gripping his waist as I lost my rhythm and simply pounded his ass. "I’m coming." My father wailed from the pillow as his body pushed back on my dick working me just as hard as I worked his ass. I heard a small hissing down like pee, but knew it was my father releasing and spurting his man milk on the bed sheet. As he came his ass hole tighten milking my dick, pushing me over the edge and leaving me shooting several loads of my own man milk deep into his bowels. My body jerked pushing my dick further as each hot load shot from my dick deep in his ass. When I finally finished I collapsed on top of him, both of us breathing fast and gasping for air. The bedroom smelled of hot sex and ass, but I did not care, my body felt so fucking good. Underneath me, I heard my father say, "Damn Davey that was hot. I never came that hard before. Fuck." After that I fuck my father’s ass on an almost daily schedule. And later popped the cherry of my brother’s ass in the barn when my dad was in town and I was horny. I made him squeal like a pig in pleasure as I work his tight virgin ass. In the end I dumped my load deep inside. As we dressed I watched it drip out run down the inside of his pale smooth thighs. Some nights all three off us would pile up in my father’s bed, fucking each others ass, and sucking each others dick. I learned how to take a load up my ass and how wonderful it felt. At one point I got so dick hungry I got old Joe, our ranch hand, to lube up and take my ass. He had one of the biggest dicks I ever seen and seemed an old pro at making a man come hard while impaled on his massive dick. I would later learn that when my brother and I were at school my father let old Joe stick it to him in the barn satisfying his lust until we got home. One night ole Joe joined in on my father’s bed giving me and Billy two old dicks to play with instead of one. It was a good thing we don’t have any neighbors because we all moaned, groaned and cried out like bitches sucking and fucking each other, until finally every one was covered in their own man milk or someone else’s. Even today, I don’t mind going home. I’m married, after finding out about the wonders of pussy, with a two kids of my own. And know better than to repeat my childhood on them. Yet sometimes my ass gets hungry for some man milk so I kiss my family good bye and go visit my father. A long weekend of man milk keeps the body good and happy. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 37