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Dario 'n Dad (Part II) It wasn't until the next morning when I woke up that I realized he must've come at the same time. Jesus, there were mats of crusted over spunk all over his hairy body, matting the fur together and making him look like a new-born puppy who's mother hadn't bothered to clean him off after giving birth. I decided to take on that job, and started licking the areas of his hair-coated chest that had cum stuck to them. Tugging on the hairs with my teeth and lips roused him and he lay back with his eyes open, watching me clean him up with my tongue. "Aw shit, what time is it?" I said, looking for the alarm clock. I saw that it was just a few minutes after 6:00 a.m. and on some days I'd have jumped up at this point to get ready for work. "Call in sick today!" he said, and I told him I couldn't possibly do that. "Okay then, call in well today! Tell that up-tight bitch Marge who sits at her desk outside your office that you're staying home all day to fuck the shit out of your son. That is what you want to do isn't it?" he said, and I knew he was reading my mind. "What do you mean you're taking a week off!?" she shrieked into the phone, and I calmly explained to my secretary that I'd decided to take one of my 12 weeks right then, that I would be available only for something similar to the world ending, or a meteor crashing into the earth. I explained that I would check my messages at the end of the day but that my pager would be turned off. "Wow boss, sounds like your wife finally laid down the law and convinced you to spend some time with her" my long-time office assistant said, and I answered her with "Yeah, it's something like that. You know me pretty well Margie". Shit! If she had any idea why I was planning to stay home she'd pack up her desk and be gone by normal mid-morning break time. It didn't matter, she needn't know that I'd just discovered the joys of man-to-man sex with the hottest, hunkiest, hairiest stud I could imagine. "So what'll we do first dad?" Dario asked me, and he suggested we climb into the shower together before shaving. "The shower's okay, but the whirlpool in our bathroom would be better" I countered, then added that I didn't want him to shave for the rest of the week -- of maybe the rest of his life. "You have no idea what that scratchy rough beard did to me yesterday afternoon. I think that's what put me out of control!" I told him. "Yeah well, if it gets too long -- a weeks worth or so-- it'll start getting soft and fluffy. If you like it rough and bristly I can do a partial shave every other day or so, enough to keep it like sandpaper......if that's what turns you on!" "Damned right that's what turns me on!" I said, and suggested to him that I might like to feel his macho face rub my smooth body raw with his whiskers. "C'mon Dario, use that face like sandpaper against my chest!" Later on I would ask the same attention on my smooth butt, and eventually he would do to me what I'd done for him the night before, shoving his tongue way up my chute, eventually replacing it with his finger and asking me if I was ready for something else. I was, but told him I needed to wait. I wanted my son to fuck me, but it was a step I needed to prepare for before allowing it to happen. We spent the morning in the jacuzzi tub where I soaped up his hairy body and the held onto him while he bobbed up and down on my big dick impaled up his butt-hole. He let loose a load of spunk that oozed into the water of the tub, bubbled and dispersed from the water jets, with little white bits of his jism sticking to the great amount of hair that caught the protein-like material. By the time we got out of the tub we both had pruny skin, but that didn't stop us from going at it like rabbits once we returned to the bed. Later on, out by the pool he admitted to me that he'd seen me at the window two days earlier, watching him as he sun-bathed by the water's edge. "Why didn't you come out?" he asked me, and I returned the question "Why didn't you come in?" Of course had he done so he would have found me on the phone with the office, no doubt frustrating the hell out of both of us. The last 18 hours had convinced me that there were things more important than the office. We lay side-by-side on the double float in the pool. I worried (somewhat) about getting burned but not so much that it prevented me from sharing that time with him. He'd had me smear his back up with the expensive lotion, even though most days he was perfectly capable of doing it himself. It was just a way of getting me to put my hands all over his hairy body, and I'm still not sure which of us got more turned on by it. "Hey dad, remember when I was a little kid and we used to wrestle around on the family room floor. You'd let me pin your shoulders to the floor and cry 'uncle' and I'd let you go". I did remember that, but was surprised that he did. Hell, he must've only been a couple of years old then, and right after that was when I started my present job, the one that's prevented me from having much time for him since then. "I've got an idea, let's go inside to the mats and wrestle again, but this time you don't have to let me win!" I climbed out of the floating chair (I'd spent enough time out in the sun already) and we went into the house by a sliding door to the lower level of the house, down where we had a rec-room area. There was a bar down there, some weight equipment and a pantry where Aggie stored all the bulk-food items she'd buy on sale. There were some mats on the concrete floor, ones we'd got back when Dario went to gymnastics classes back when he was 9 or 10. "We gonna' get dressed for this?" I asked him, and he said "Nah, let's do it like the ancient Greeks used to - completely in the buff!" We stood one another off on the mat and I reached out to grab Dario's leg. "Hey, this is no fair!" I said, explaining that I couldn't possibly get a grip on him what with all that gooey oil smeared onto his body. He grinned at me and said "Wait, I've got an idea how we can even up the odds" and he trotted off to the pantry, returning in just a few seconds with a huge container of cooking oil. He screwed off the cap and lifted the big can up to my chest, tilted it and poured out what must've been a couple of cups of the oil right on my chest, dribbling it down the front of my naked body. Then he started rubbing it all over me, making the oil hot against my body by the mere touch of his hands. "Oh-oh, looks like I overdid it a little" he said, and I suggested he give himself some to make us better matched. "Yeah, good idea dad" he replied and he began to pour a little of the oil onto his hairy chest. I reached forward and grabbed the bottom of the can, causing it to spill an incredible amount of the cooking oil all over him and the mat below us. By the time we finished horsing around the can of oil had only a tiny little bit left in the bottom and both of us were completely coated, each so slick we could hardly stand up. Then we started wrestling. This playful fooling around was nothing like when he'd been a toddler though, because as we rolled around on the oily mat we managed to grab and lick and pinch one another in ways that dads and their little boys shouldn't (and usually don't) do. At one point he allowed me to pin him down and said "Oh please daddy, let me up!" and he bucked me off, causing our places to reverse. All of a sudden he had me on my back, he was sitting his hairy butt right on my chest and his beefy cock was pressed into my face. He had this look of smug superiority on his face and said "C'mon take it. Take that cock in your mouth man. I beat you fair and square and you've got to pay the consequences. None of that kissing and licking though. This time you're gonna' suck it. You're gonna' love it and beg for more!" I opened my mouth and he pressed forward, shoving his hard cock way in between my lips. I tasted the vegetable oil on his cock and began to choke and gag a little. "Relax cock-sucker!" he said, "Just take it easy and let me do the work. Oh yeah, it feels so nice with your mouth wrapped around my dick!" He was right. When I quit trying so hard and just lay back and enjoyed it I was able to take more and more of him each time he thrust forward. I wanted to tell him how much I was enjoying the feel of his hairy oily ass on my chest, but with a mouthful of cock it was impossible to speak. :"Oh yeah, you like that don't you daddy. You like Dario's big cock fucking your face don't you?" and I nodded my head and grunted out my approval -- not only of what he was doing, but how he was talking. Oddly, his foul mouth and derisive tone was turning me on incredibly. My own cock was hard as a rock, jutting straight up and ready to blast it's load all over his broad muscular back. "C'mon man, work my cock with your throat. Get ready, I'm about to come!" he warned me, and I shook my head back and forth, hard enough that his cock slipped out of my mouth. "No, don't!" I said. "I don't want you to finish yet. I want you to fuck my ass!" "You mean it?!" he said, his eyes wide with excitement and lust. "Yeah, do it now before I change my mind" I said, and he reached down to pull my knees up to my chest. There was no need for either of us to get slicked up with spit or lubricant of any kind. Hell we were both so slimy with the cooking oil that we could hardly hold onto one another. He worked a finger into the crack of my ass and pressed up into me. It slid in easily what with the oil and all, and I felt my cock erupt. He was quick, really quick and he managed to get most of it into his mouth. Only a bit of it was wasted and he smeared it over my belly with his free hand, continuing to work my ass-hole with one finger and then adding a second. Once he figured I was sufficiently loosened up he lifted my butt up a bit more and said "Get ready pop, you're about to loose your cherry -- unless you've changed your mind". "Hell no I haven't!" I said, reaching out to touch his swollen cock at the base of my ass. "Come on you son-of-a-bitch, quit teasing and fuck me!" I shouted. Preparing for blinding pain upon penetration I soon found that his dick was sliding into me effortlessly and painlessly. It was a fantastic feeling, like taking a shit only backwards. Dario looked down at me in amazement and said "Are you sure this is your first time getting fucked? You're taking this like an old pro.....of course if I had a big donkey-dick like yours I'd be ripping you in half!" "Just shut up and fuck me!" I said to him, and he pushed roughly forward, almost like he was trying to reach the very edge of my pain tolerance. It worked, and I shouted out an "Ouch!" "Yeah, that's it old man. Maybe you're not as tough as you think. Get ready 'cause I'm gonna' fuck you until you beg me to stop!" He did fuck me rough and hard, but I didn't beg him to stop. To the contrary, I didn't ever want it to end. For nearly and hour he pumped my ass with his pistoning cock, all the while grunting and swearing and sweating like a god-damned animal. "Get ready man. Here ..... IT......COMES!" he shouted and I felt him blast into my ass. We lay there on the oil-slicked padded mats for some time, my arms and legs wrapped around him to hold him close to me. It was a feeling unlike anything I'd ever imagined, and I wanted it to last as long as possible. I heard the phone ring three or four different times and decided to ignore it. There was no way I wanted Dario to roll off me so that I could answer what I knew would be calls from the office. After some time his spent cock finally slipped out of my no-longer-virgin ass and rolled over onto his back on the mat. "Jesus kid, you're a fucking mess!" I said, but the sight of his hairy body all slicked up and matted with the huge amount of oil we'd wasted was totally sexy-looking, and I have to admit that I looked pretty hot myself, what with my long, firm muscles all shining and slicked up as well. The combination of the oil, our combined sweating and stale come made for a pretty ripe aroma and I suggested that we jump into the basement shower. It wasn't fancy, but it was very large, designed as a very functional area for not only showering after exercise but also for stuff like giving the dog a bath and cleaning big bulky pieces of waterproof furniture and shit like that. We hadn't had a dog since right after the house was built, but it seemed like a great place for Dario and me to make ourselves presentable again. Of course the end result would be cleanliness, but while we were in the shower itself there was certainly nothing close to "godliness" going on. To the contrary, we were both behaving pretty devlish as we soaped and groped and licked and sucked and grabbed and fingered each other. Oh yes, I ended up turning him around and pumping my big cock up his hairy chute once more there beneath the spray of the shower. We turned off the water and stood there necking until we were both dry, and eventually I asked him if he was hungry. "You bet, how soon can you come again?" he asked, and I called him a horny, hairy teenager. "I think it's in my genes" he joked with me, and I told him I certainly had nothing to do with his hairiness, although I was beginning to think I could keep up with him stroke-for-stroke when it came to horniness. "I think the hairiness comes from all your mother's Italian relatives." "Hey, speaking of pizza-eaters...." he jumped in. "Let's order one" I suggested, reminding him that anchovies are reputed to increase sexual performance. "Shit, if the two of us get any better at this we'll wear one another out!" he said, and I asked him if he was having trouble keep up with his old man. "Yeah right!" he scoffed. I couldn't believe him when the delivery boy was there. I told him to keep the change from a $20 just as Dario walked stark naked out into the entry way and said "C'mon back to bed dad, I can't wait to get it on again!" "You're incorrigible!" I said, barely able to push the pimply high school kid out the door after Dario's "appearance". "He looked like he wanted to stay, don't you think?" he said to me, referring to the delivery kid. "Maybe he's a hair freak too!" Dario teased me, rubbing his hand through the forest of fur on his chest. "Then he can fucking well find his own bear!" I said. "I have no intention of sharing you with anybody!" We took the pizza into Dario's room where we plopped ourselves down on his water bed with a six-pack of beer and fed pizza to one another. "Oops!" he said, purposely dropping a piece onto my mid-section and licking the sauce off my big cock and tortured balls, then wiped his hands in the natural "napkin" of his chest. I put an anchovy in my mouth and chewed it half-way, then put my mouth on his left tit and chewed both the salty fish and the nipple of his tit, getting a mouthful of hair in the process. I don't know if the anchovies themselves were an aphrodisiac or if it was just in the way that I used them on his sexy, hairy body. There were fourteen (fucking fourteen) messages on the answering machine and another eight on my voice mail at the office. Each and every one of them regarded a problem that almost anyone there could handle, certainly not worth bothering me about. "We've either got to pull the phone cords or get out of here!" I said, and Dario came up with a great suggestion. I hadn't been to the cabin for years. We even put it up for sale once a few years back but decided that maybe there would be a time when we might want to have it. I couldn't think of a better place for my son and I to catch up on lost time. We'd decided to get an early start that next morning, but our pizza-eating escalated to other kinds of nibbling and eventually we each got our asses filled again, fucking ourselves into exhaustion. Old habits die hard though, and I woke up at 6:00 a.m. like usual. I slipped out of Dario's bed and went to my home office to make a few phone calls to the downtown office. I explained on each of the messages that I left that I would be completely unavailable for the next several days. "Don't bother to leave me a message - I won't have access to a phone!" I said, having decided that even the cellular phone would be left here at home. I went back to Dario's room and looked at his naked hairy frame sprawled out on the water bed. Damn he looked great. I'd tried for so long not to admit how turned on I was by my own son, and now I couldn't get over how the last 48 hours had changed all that. I guess it would be more socially acceptable if he were a step-son, the product of my wife's previous marriage, but that was not the case here. No, Dario was definitely my son, with my flesh and blood.....only the hairiness came from his other ancestors. I couldn't decide how to wake him. Should I put my mouth to his luscious, muscular, hairy buns or rouse him by sucking his now limp but meaty cock or his handsome bearded face. Now into his third day of not shaving he looked fantastic, and I ended up pressing my lips to his to waken him. His eyes darted open and at the same time his tongue flicked out to meet mine. We sat there for some time just making out like high school kids....very sensual and sinful high school kids...and could easily have gone onto more action, but we were both anxious to get up to the cabin. The report was for fantastic weather and Dario suggested that we take his Tracker so we could pull the top off. "I've got a better idea" I said, asking him if he thought he could handle his granddad's old Harley. It had been purchased during my wife's father's mid-life crisis and we were elected to store in in our garage once his wife refused to let him ride it any longer. "You go grab a few things and I'll see if it'll start" I told him, and Dario leaped out of bed. I'd wisely drained the oil and gasoline from the old motorcycle, and was almost surprised that it started up so easily once I refilled it. I hoped it was mechanically okay and that it wouldn't throw a rod or anything. "How do I look?" Dario called out from behind me, and I threw an immediate rod of my own. He wore a tight pair of black leather pants and a biker's jacket open all the way to reveal his massively haired chest beneath. "How long have you had that outfit?" I asked him, and he explained that he'd bought it the summer before when he was thinking about posing for a sleazy male magazine. "You didn't tell me about that!" I said, and he laughed at my reaction. "Jesus dad, do you think I'd tell you and mom if I was planning to do a photo shoot for a gay magazine. I ended up not getting to do it though because I wasn't eighteen. The editor who ...um...well...auditioned.. me thought I was in my mid-twenties. Fucking me there in his office was one thing, but he said he'd get his ass hauled into jail if he put my picture in the magazine if I was underage. He kept the photos too, the ones that he had taken as preliminaries". Suddenly it sunk into me that I had no idea what my son had been doing for the last few years. I'd been so preoccupied with my job that he could've probably actually been in the porno magazine and I wouldn't realize it. Hearing him so casually mention that the editor of the magazine had fucked him sent an uncontrollable pang of jealousy through me, and I couldn't help but wonder how many other guys he'd been with. I decided to hold that question until the evening when we'd be able to tell "bedtime stories" to one another. Something told me his would be considerably hotter than mine. "You ready?" I asked, and he shoved a small bag into the storage compartment of the bike. I went into the house and grabbed my own small bag of stuff, then turned and (almost as an afterthought) grabbed the camera and the whole package of film that Aggie had in the drawer. She bought more than cooking oil in bulk quantities, and I knew just how to use these rolls. For the first hour or so of our trip I just wrapped my arms around Dario and held on. It was almost chilly as we raced up the freeway toward the country cabin. By mid-morning he found the jacket too hot and peeled it off....like my sweater it went into the storage compartment That's when I discovered parts of his body that I'd neglected up to then, like the sexy back of his neck, where the curls from his head joined the little patch of hair at the base of his neck. I kept my hands on his hairy chest and belly (not because I was afraid of falling off but just because I couldn't keep my hands off his hairy chest and belly) and kept running my lips and tongue over his broad muscular back, his hairy arms and the rare unwhiskered parts of his beautiful neck. We stopped at a MacDonalds for lunch, driving through so that Dario wouldn't have to put on a shirt or the leather jacket. The guy who filled our order gawked at the two of us and I'm sure he figured we were lovers. Wonder what he'd think if he knew we were father and son. As the hours ticked off we saw fewer and fewer cars. Each time we left a road it was for a less-traveled one. There's absolutely nothing else near our cabin, no other summer homes for miles and miles, and from the time he left the blacktop county road we could expect not seeing anyone. "Hey dad, wanna' try something really kinky?" he asked, and I told him I was "up" for anything. I'm sure he knew that because he'd felt my hard cock pressed against his back for the last several hours. Had anyone met us on the road for the next fifty or so miles they'd have seen two naked men on a motorcycle, the driver completely impaled on the cock of the guy riding behind, the guy behind alternating between stroking the driver's cock and just rubbing through the hairiness. I shot my load into his butt as we pulled up in front of the cabin. A caretaker we'd hired from the area had done well in maintaining it, and one of my earlier calls that morning had been to him, asking him to plug in and stock the fridge, to get us a couple of cases of beer, bring in some firewood and then get lost for the rest of the week. "Sounds like you're planning a little romantic get-away" he said, and I told him he was exactly right. Little did he know! The caretaker was well worth the monthly stipend we'd been sending. The cabin was in terrific shape, clean and with plenty of supplies laid in for our stay. It meant we wouldn't have to leave at all if we didn't want to. There was a big old iron frame bed in one corner, and I related to Dario how his mother and I had spent practically an entire week in that bed nineteen summers ago. "We were trying to get pregnant, and from all we can figure you were made right on that very bed!" "Yeah well, I'd like to be made on that bed right now!" he told me, and he lay down and pulled his hairy legs up to meet his hairy chest and expose his very hairy ass-hole to me. I'd just pumped a load into him on the motorcycle, so we both knew this go-around could be long and slow and luxurious. And that's just what it was. The only electricity in the cabin was connected to the fridge - there wasn't even a light to turn on. When it started getting dark I lit a fire in the big stone fireplace, then lit up the kerosene lamps, turned way low to give us a soft glow of light. "Did you remember your pajamas?" I asked him, and he laughed. "Hell no, I figured we'd go naked all week. The only thing I brought was that leather outfit" and I asked him what was in his bag, the one he'd stowed in the bike compartment. He just grinned and said I'd find out soon enough. "And what about you, I noticed you tossed the camera in that side area of the bike. What's that for?" "Oh I figured we might want to shoot some.... scenic....shots while we're here" I told him, of him and getting us going again. This time it was me who got fucked, and I have to admit that it was even better than that first time. All that cooking oil smeared onto us down in the basement had been really hot, but feeling his rough and rugged hairiness without benefit of the oil, having his thick cock pumping in and out of me in a more typical state (not totally lubed) was fantastic. The fresh air from our 8 hour motorcycle ride and the hard fucking we'd been doing since our arrival had exhausted us both. On this particular night we did sleep, slept like babies wrapped in one another's arms. I had plans for us the next day, plans that included both the leather outfit he'd brought and the photographic equipment I'd brought. (to be continued)