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"Oh yeah, oh fuck me harder. Make me cum all over your big hairy chest man!" I shouted. "I want to blow my load all over your face!" I insisted, and he told me that's what he wanted to. Arching his back to drive his massive cock farther into me, he swore like a sailor or a trucker rather than a stock broker and every foul word from his mouth excited me more as I sat on his straight-up manhood. "Yeah that's it baby, take my big cock up your horny hot boy-cunt, squeeze it with your ass-hole. Milk my fuckin' dick with your tight hole Duncan. Oh God damnit I'm gonna' come, gonna' fuckin' flood your hot boy-pussy! Do it too Dunc, shoot your load all over my hairy chest" I felt him explode inside me and I unleashed my own incredible load, coating not only his chest and belly but painting his face with thick ropes of jism. I collapsed onto him, cementing my body to his hairy front and I pressed my face to his, kissing him hard on his open mouth and tasting my own spunk on his face. I licked him clean, loving the feel of my tongue rasping against the coarse whiskers on his face. It's only three o'clock in the afternoon but he's already got a heavy day's growth of dark beard. "Let's do it again!" I suggested. "Fuck me again dad!" I said to him, and his answer both delighted and startled me. "No, let's trade places. Time for you to fuck your old man's butt Duncan. I love pumping your hot ass baby, but I'd also love to feel your cock up my hairy hole. I just hope we have time for you to fuck me before your mother comes home. Donn't want her find us like thi do we?" he said with a grin, and I watched as he rolled over on my bed, pulled his big muscular legs up to his hairy chest and exposed his beautiful darkly coated ass to me. "C'mon Dunc, do it! Shove your big dick up your daddy's ass. I want it bad baby!" I positioned myself at the base of his ass, felt the tip of my erect cock tickled by the thick hairs of his ass and got ready to plunge into him. Suddenly there was a rap on the door and I heard my mother's voice calling out. "Duncan, Duncan Reed you need to let me in there. I looked up just in time to see the door to my room open and I realized that I'd been so anxious to get my dad into bed that I'd forgotten to lock the door. There wasn't enough time for him to escape and hide in my bathroom. She was going to catch us for sure! "Duncan, Duncan honey, wake up! You'll be late for school again and one more tardy puts you into detention all day!" I was jolted awake, pulled from the wonderful dream I'd been having over and over for the last few months. This had been the first time in the dream that he had volunteered to let me fuck him though, and my heart pounded in excitement at the prospect. Like always though, my excitement was soon replaced with disappointment and emptiness. I reluctantly climbed out of bed and into the shower to prepare for school. It was too nice a day to be stuck there, I wanted to go back to sleep and continue my recurring dream of fantastic sex with Michael Reed. But mom was right, I needed to get to school on time or I'd spend the day in "the tank" - the name we gave to our in-school suspension room. I'd come in my shorts during my dream but that didn't stop me from beating off again in the shower, soaping up my ass-hole and shoving three fingers up into it, wishing that it was my hot sexy dad's cock there instead. "Aw c'mon I'm only fifteen minutes late!" I argued, but the dean told me I'd had plenty of chances. The worst thing about being in the "tank" all day was that I had too much time to think, to daydream, to fantasize about having sex with my dad. One look at him and you'd know why I'm so hot for him. He's not yet forty (he hits that milestone later this year) but he doesn't look it. He was a wealthy polo team captain in college when he and mom met and they married after a short courtship. I was born almost a year to the day after they married and a look at the calendar in the tank indicates that I'll turn 18 in exactly six months. He leaves for work well before I get up (with or without my mother's pounding on the door) because the hours for the stock market on the West Coast have to coincide with those around the country. "Nine-to-Five" in New York means he's home by mid afternoon, with plenty of time to spend out by the pool before dinner. You should see him in a pair of Speedos, his well- maintained body looking like a man at least ten years younger. Muscles, lots of thhick dark body hair and a coc that can barely be contained within the front pouch of his swim trunks. I know exactly when I became obsessed with having sex with him. It was just a few months ago, he had no idea I was home from school yet and he'd taken the afternoon off. I woke from an afternoon nap (a slight cold I think or some kind of virus) and heard water running. Suddenly the sound stopped and I had no idea what was going on. I knew my mother was gone and it was the maid's day off. Afraid that the house was being burglarized I tip- toed around and poked my head into his bathroom just in time to see him climb out of the shower. I drew in a quick breath (I'm amazed he didn't hear me) in response to what I saw. I'd admired his hairy body for a long time, but seeing his huge horse-sized cock dangling almost to his knees was more than I could stand. I only saw it for an instant, but it was a vision I couldn't erase from my mind. I sneaked back to my room and beat off immediately. That night was the first time I dreamed about him fucking me and I've been having that dream almost every night since. It was at dinner that night that he told me to be thinking about what I wanted for my 18th birthday. "Oh Mike, that's months away, not until December ....remember!" It was almost as if she was trying to remind him when I'd been born. He was a busy man, but he never forgot my birthday. "Oh yeah right, December" he'd said, adding that I could have anything I wanted.....a new car, a trip to Europe, he even offered to reserve Disneyland for a day for a huge party if that were my wish. "Anything you want Duncan!" he'd said. Suddenly, sitting in the "tank" that day at school I decided what I wanted for my birthday. I remember my mom saying that her most cherished gifts are not the jewels or the Mercedes or the furs that he's bought her, but all those handmade things I brought home from school at Christmas and Mothers' Day. "Giving of yourself is the best gift of all Duncan" she taught me. The best gift I could imagine getting from my dad was one such gift....a "giving" of himself. You can probably imagine what I planned to ask for, if I could work up the nerve. Fortunately (or unfortunately) I had plenty of time to ask for my special "present". Just before the end of the day I got a note from the dean's office asking me to stop by before going home. Shit! What now? It ended up not being a big deal at all. "Duncan, I just noticed this today when I filled out the paperwork for your detention. We don't have a copy of your birth certificate in your file. There's a note from your mother dated nearly ten years ago saying that she will provide it but it's not here. Tell your folks we really need that!" "Yeah sure" I said, without thinking. "Mom I'm home!" I called out upon entering the house, then I remembered that she'd made a joke that morning about it being a good thing I didn't need to be wakened for the next couple of days. She would be leaving mid-morning for a long weekend at her mother and step- father's home up in the Wine Country. I looked out the kitchen window and there he was! Oh shit, my dad lay out on a chaise lounge by the edge of the pool, his beautiful hairiness glistening in the sun by virtue of the this gooey tanning oil he'd smeared all over his body. As if he needed any assistance in improving his already-incredible tan. His year-round bronzed complexion was just one of the things that made me hard every time I looked at him. I decided to begin setting the stage for my eventual seduction of him, and the best way I could think of was to fight fire-with-fire. I reached into my underwear drawer and found a pair of swim trunks that hadn't fit me for years. Cramming myself into them I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. I wasn't quite so muscular as my dad, certainly not as hairy (I get my blond features from mom) but the front of my trunks looked good---damned good with my hefty cock and balls pressed into the too-small front pouch. I headed out to the pool and greeted my father, trying to keep from throwing a rod right in front of him. "Hey Duncan, whoa....looks like your mom needs to take you shopping soon. You've sort of....well....outgrown.... those trunks haven't you?" he commented, and I was thrilled that he noticed how well I filled them out. "Looks like you're following in the family footsteps for being .....well....nicely endowed!" he said, and I blushed. "I wish I'd be dark and hairy like you instead of blond and smooth like mom" I added, and he said there was still plenty of time for that. "Hell Dunc, you're not even 18 yet" he reminded me, and that opened the door for my next question. "Hey dad, did you really mean what you said a while back about letting me have anything I wanted for my birthday?" "Sure, anything money can buy" he said, and I asked what if it was something money couldn't buy. "What if it requires some ....personal...effort on your part?" I asked, and he insisted that he'd do whatever he could to give me the gift I wanted. "If I don't have it, I'll get it!" he said, and I assured him that he already had it. "Hey, speaking of birthday" I said, (changing the subject before I lost control and begged him to give me my present early) "they say they don't have a copy of my birth certificate at school. Can that be?" The sheepish look on his face told me I was in for a story and he took a big gulp of his scotch on the rocks before starting his tale. "Okay Duncan, I guess you're old enough to be told the truth. Your mom and I have sort of lied to you about your birthday. Truth is you weren't born a year after we were married, you were born just five months after. Both of our families were wealthy and worried about what society would think so we just sort of 'changed' your birthday. C'mon Dunc, how many of your friends in elementary school celebrated their 'half-birthday'? We just did the same thing only we celebrated it six months later than your actual birth." "Wait a minute, you're telling me that I wasn't really born on the 4th of December? I was born the 4th of Ju... holy shit, that's today!" I said and he nodded at me. "Okay dad, I'm going to hold you to your promise You said I can have anything I want for my birthday right?" "Well yeah, but you can't expect me to go out right now and get it" he argued. "Oh now, you won't have to go anywhere, except maybe into the house!" I said, explaining to him exactly (in very graphic terms) exactly what my birthday wish was.