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"I just blew him. That's all I've ever done." To make the day even stranger, I'd gone from shame for sucking cock, to shame that I hadn't done more.

    "Really?" Dad sounded surprised. When I didn't answer, he continued. "Ever thought about it?"

    I grinned and blushed again. "All the time."

    "Which way? Pitching or receiving?"

    It took a few seconds for me to figure out what he was asking. Again, I had flashes of what I'd seen online, but in every flash, it was my dad's muscular body and thick cock doing the thrusting. My dick ballooned, and I reached down to adjust it.

    "Either," I said. "I don't know."

    He nodded and his brows furrowed. "I guess there's no way for you to know until you try both." His face set in the look he got when he had a major job to do. "We'll take care of that."

    Apparently, replacing the clutch in the tractor, mending a fence, and getting his son some man-on-man action all fell into the same category for him.

    A horrifying thought crossed my mind. He must have noticed the look on my face because he threw his hands up.

    "No, no, no. Not me. You're not going to stick it in me." The panic left his face as a thought came to him. "Well, I guess, technically, I could do part of it. But, I am not up for having a cock in my ass." He pointed to the bulge in my jeans. "Especially that one."

    I rolled my eyes. "It's not as big as yours. Stop making a big deal about it."

    "Big deal? Fuck that. No dick is going in me."

    "I didn't mean about me fucking you—“ I paused, hardly able to believe I'd just said that. "I meant about my size."

    Obviously, all the sex talk was having an effect on him too. He reached down and adjusted his dick. The movement drew my eyes to it.

    I thought of all the times I'd seen it over the years. For just a second, I wondered what it would taste like.

    Okay, it was more than a second and my cock was rock hard because of it.

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