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Date: Mon, 29 Jun 2020 18:06:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: Danny Smith <danny26149@yahoo.com>
Subject: Traveling Salesman and Farmer's Son, Part 4

The Traveling Salesman and the Farmer's Son

By Danny Smith


Part Four

	I quickly pushed Greg back out of the way, at the same time
shushing him. I glanced over my shoulder at Alec. He wasn't looking in this
direction, and I don't think he saw his dad. We walked across the living
room to Greg's bedroom to talk.

	"Danny I'm sorry I didn't want to intrude, but it just sounded so
damn hot."

	"It was! How long were you listening?"

	"I don't know, 10-15 minutes maybe. I don't think I heard it
all. You guys were pretty much into it when I started listening. What all
did you do?"

	"I gave him a blowjob, then popped his cherry..."

	"Damn I wish that could have been me," he interrupted.

	"...then when he shot -- handsfree by the way, while I fucked him
-- he still seemed into it, so I taught him how to snowball."

	"Did he like it? Was it his idea?"

	"He liked every bit of it. And yes it was his idea."

	"Oh Dan, this is just too much. You've broken him in all right, but
you've probably worn him out."

	"No, you're wrong. He's got more stamina than a stud horse. I
brought up the idea of you and him doing it. He's 100% on board. Wants to
do it. Tonight."

	Up until then Greg had been talking fast, falling all over himself
to learn everything and get it all said. But my last statement shocked him
into silence. "Seriously?"

	"I'm not making it up. And I wouldn't kid you about something like
this."

	"What should I do?"

	"Greg, you need to ask yourself two questions: first, does Alec
want it, and second do you want it. I've already answered the first
question. He wants it. Bad. Do you? And be careful how you answer because
once you start down that path there's really no way to undo it."

	He paused, not just thinking but more like brooding. He sat down on
the edge of the bed. "Danny what do you think I should do?"

	"Look, I can't tell you that. It depends on what's in your heart. I
can only tell you this: having sex with my Dad was the greatest thing that
ever happened to our relationship. We bonded, and not just in a sexual
way. In every way. He and I became closer after we did it than we ever had
been before. I've never regretted it."

	"Let me ask you this -- what if it was your son?"

	"Well, Josh is too young so he doesn't count. But with Chuck, it's
the old story. The real question is does he want it? Would he be receptive
to it? I'm willing to `set the stage' so to speak, but he has to be the one
to make the decision. But I'll tell you this -- I sure as hell hope he
does."

	"And you're telling me, that Alec wants this?"

	"You know I told you that. Yes. And here's one last piece of
advice. This chance may not come again."

	He was thoughtful for a minute, then looked me in the eye and said
softly "I'll do it. I want to do it."

	"Okay, get back in bed and I'll send him in. If he walks in and
you're standing up it might look a little aggressive. You want to be
inviting, not intimidating."

	Greg did as I told him. It was kind of funny in a poignant way,
that he glanced in his dresser mirror for a second and ran his fingers
through his hair to straighten it out. He wanted to look good for his son.

	As I opened the door to Alec's bedroom I was half afraid he might
be asleep, but no way. The kid was clearly too hopped up on adrenaline and
lust to drift off. When he heard me he looked up, eager and expectant. His
expression was sweet and full of hope. I knew this was going to be a good
night for both of them in every way.

	"So...?"

	"It's just like I told you. He's just as eager as you are, maybe
more."

	"Oh, Jesus, Dan I can't believe this is really going to happen."

	"It's happening because you both want it to happen. Now go
on...he's waiting for you."

	Alec got out of bed and walked firmly across the living room. I
watched him as he reached his dad's bedroom door. He paused for just a
moment to look back at me and smile. I nodded my head and said a silent
blessing on them. He opened the door, went in, and closed it behind
him. Knowing my night's work was done, I want back to bed myself and
drifted off to sleep -- after jacking off while I thought about how well
the evening had gone.

	The next morning I woke up with the sun in my eyes. It took me a
minute to remember where I was since the bed wasn't familiar to me and I
knew I wasn't in a hotel room. Oh yeah, I thought, I'm at Greg's farmhouse
and sleeping in his son's bed. And Alec is...with his dad!

I heard noises in the kitchen and knew that someone else was up so I put on
my clothes and went out to join them. Turns out it was just Greg. He was
getting out eggs for breakfast and already had a pot of coffee going. He
saw me and grinned. Without words I kind of signaled to him "how did it
go?" He pantomimed back indicating that we should go out on the porch.

"I forget how you like coffee."

"Black," I answered.

He handed me a cup, I filled it and we both went out to porch and sat down
in the chairs. "So how did it go?" I repeated.

"Dan, I'll say this, when you're right you're right. What a fucking hell of
a night."

"Details, man, details! No, wait, you tell it your way, as much or as
little as you want. It's private and I won't pry. But I do want to know."

Greg was in great mood. Smiling. Relaxed. He was wearing underwear but no
shirt. The shorts fit him kind of loose and I could see the tip of his cock
and part of his balls peeking out. Made my mouth water.

He started in: "Well, when he came in I held up the sheet for him to slide
in beside me." My thoughts went racing back to my own initiation into
incest. My Dad had done the same thing with me that night we slept
together. That image will stay with me always. "When he crawled into bed we
kind of snuggled up together for a minute and started feeling each other
up. Mainly played with each other's cocks at first. He was feeling me up
pretty good, and then started running his fingers through my chest
hair. Then he started sucking on one of my nipples. He really seemed to
like that."

"Yeah he's got a thing about being hairy. Wants to look like you someday."
I reached over and playfully ruffled the thick carpet on Greg's chest. "I
can see why he's fascinated. Not many redheads have a wall-to-wall carpet
on their chests like you do."

"Yeah, I guess so," he chuckled. Anyway, I was hotter than a $2.00 pistol
by then and really wanted to get going. I went down on him and sucked his
wiener for a long time. He was really getting into it, when he said, "Dad,
I want to suck you too." So I told him about how to 69 and he was all for
it. You know you told me that sex would bring us closer and damn if you
weren't right. I've never felt that intimate with anyone before, not even
my ex-wife."

"Was he any good?" Greg looked at me, gave me a rueful smile, and shook his
head. "No, that was the one disappointment all night. He was all teeth."

"Don't worry about that a second, you know it's just a matter of learning
the right technique. He'll get better in no time."

"I know, but I didn't want to spend a lot of time teaching right then. I
just let it go and told him to try and time it so they we both shot at the
same time."

"And did you." Another rueful smile and a reluctant shake of the head. "No,
but this time that was my fault. I was so damn hot I couldn't control
myself. Tried to hold back, but damn the intense feelings, well, they just
got the better of me. And it was the damndest thing. For a first time
cocksucker he sure wanted to swallow it! I shoot a pretty good-sized load
as you know but that kid swallowed every fucking drop like a
trooper. Seemed to keep wanting more too."

"This is just awesome to hear, Greg."

"And good God, you taught him some stuff! When he shot in my mouth, you
know what that little rascal said? He said, `Dad, do you want to snowball'!
Did you guys actually snowball?"

"Sure did!" I grinned.

"But I sure learned something about him I didn't know. I know he's been
jacking off for a couple of years now, of course, what teen aged boy
doesn't? I've been tempted to try and catch him in the act sometime. But I
never had any idea that he trembled like that when he climaxed."

"I noticed that too, loved it. I assumed it meant he was enjoying it big
time."

"For sure, that's what it means. But truthfully at first I thought he was
having a seizure! Like he had epilepsy or something."

"No, I've seen other guys that do that when they shoot. But not
many. Anyway, was there an encore?"

"Oh, yeah. We switched to lying side by side again, and kept feeling each
other up. Sort of lost in the afterglow, if you know what I mean."

"I do."

"So after a few minutes, he was feeling pretty close to me, and I was too,
to him. Danny, he said it real soft, but he said it. He said, `I love you
Dad'."

"Oh wow," I whispered.

"So of course I said `I love you too son. More than..." Greg stopped for a
minute and I didn't want to press him. He never finished that sentence.

"After a few minutes I said `I'd really like to fuck you.' And you know
what that son of a gun said? He said `doggie style or missionary?'" Greg
was laughing as he said it, thank goodness. "You guys must have really gone
at it!"

"Oh yeah. I told you I busted his cherry. But what was it like for you?"

"I'm actually glad you popped it. It meant he knew what was coming, plus
you loosened him up a little so it wasn't as painful for him when I did
it."

"Good."

"I told him whichever position he wanted was what I wanted. He said either
was okay as long as it was bareback. Damn, Danny, you didn't miss a trick
did you?"

I laughed and said, "well, I may have one or two tricks left up my sleeve."

"So anyway, he said he wanted it missionary because he wanted to watch my
face as I shot him full of my `essence'. So I see you gave him some of that
Hindu mumbo jumbo."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Greg you've got it wrong. First off, Rasheed isn't a
Hindu, but more importantly it's not mumbo jumbo. Sure it's not scientific,
Rasheed's a smart guy and his whole tribe knows that. But that doesn't mean
it isn't `true' in a bigger sense. On an emotional level it's deeply
true. At least in a spiritual way. At least it is to me."

"No offense, buddy, I'm happy with it believe me. Don't know if I can buy
into it all the way, but it sure worked for me."

"Worked for Alec too. Speak of the devil I think he's awake at last."

I had heard noises in the kitchen, and sure enough Alec was there pouring
himself a cup of coffee. He opened the screen door and stepped out on the
porch, wearing a t-shirt. That's it. No pants, no shorts. His beautiful,
gorgeous, man-size cock was soft for now, swaying back and forth a little
as he walked over to us.

He didn't sit down right away even though there was another chair. Instead
he walked over to stand beside his dad. He looked happy and contented,
completely relaxed that he was naked from the waist down in front of two
grown men. I teased him a little, and said "Your dad tells me you about
wore him out last night!"

He grinned. "Did I? All I know is, it was fun!"

As he spoke, he leaned over his dad's chair and started playfully ruffling
the hair on his chest. In response Greg reached over and gentle fondled his
son's cock, cupping his balls in his farm-calloused hand. It did my heart
good to see such easy intimacy between them. "This is the way it's supposed
to be," I thought to myself, "a father and son relaxed with each other's
bodies, knowing that they had a sex bond between them that very few others
have ever experienced.

I started thinking about my own sons and, as I had one so many times
before, said a quick prayer that someday we could share the joy of incest
just the way these two had done last night. And were apparently getting
ready to do again! Alec's soft cock was stiffening up, just as his dad's
was. Greg made a small movement toward his son's cock, opening his mouth
just slightly, but then hesitated.

I sort of sensed that they'd rather keep this moment private. And it was
time for me to leave anyway. I had more appointments that day and wanted to
get back home soon.

"Well, my friends, my work here is done. I need to be getting on my way."

After a few obligatory phrases like "don't rush off," and "sure you can't
stay for breakfast," I insisted and started fishing for my car keys. "I
thank you so much for your hospitality, both of you. Thanks...for
everything."

Greg grabbed my hand and said "Buddy it's me that ought to be thanking
you. I mean it." Then instead of continuing to shake my hand he gave me a
huge bear hug (and I mean `bear' in every sense of the word) and whispered
in my ear "I really mean it Danny. This means more to me than you can ever
know."

I whispered back, "Greg I'm so happy for you both. And believe me when I
say, old buddy, it was my pleasure."

He chuckled and next it was his son's turn. No attempt to shake hands
first, he went straight to an embrace. His words to me "Danny, last night
was the best thing that ever happened to me. And you made it all possible."

I responded with "Alec, you're a good boy. And a good son. It's great to
see how you both love each other. Take care of yourself." I hopped in the
car and started driving down the dirt road to the main highway. In my
rearview mirror I caught one last glimpse of them, arms around each other's
shoulders, walking back into the farmhouse. And into their new life
together.

The end.

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