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In the four years I've lived with him we've started out every day the same way. I always wake up first, or he if wakes up first he pretends to be asleep so that I can wake him up in my special way. We both sleep naked and seldom use any sheets or blankets. If the breezes from the ocean ever get cool I can always cuddle up next to him and get warm by being wrapped up in the hairy coat that completely covers this beautiful bear of a man. He's big....really big! At 6'5" and 287 pounds there's not a bit of fat on him. He's got muscles in all the right places and (like I said already) his whole beautiful body is covered with thick, dark hair. Only recently has it started to get a few little wisps of silver in it, but even that's sexy as hell. When I wake up I just lay there for a few moments and stare at him, hardly able to believe my luck at meeting him. I'd love to tell you about the first few years we were together, but if I do Men on the Net won't publish my story. For that reason I can only relate the intimate details of my life with him since I turned eighteen just about a year ago. I scoot myself down to the middle of the bed and position my mouth right above his hugely fat cock, then stick my tongue out and run it over the massive shaft. Hell, even when it's soft this big man's dick is a good 8 inches long, and when it's hard it gains half-again that length. If I'm lucky I can get the whole thing in my mouth before he begins to respond. When that happens I can feel it get bigger and thicker as I do my best to take him all the way down my throat. Once I get it all in my face I go to work on his hairy belly and chest, raking my hands through the thick bush and tugging on the coarse hairs that coat his massive muscles. He usually blasts his first load right away, it doesn't take long for me to get him to flood my gut with his thick hot spunk. After that he tells me that he's got to get up and take a piss and I say the same thing every day. "Oh no don't leave me even for a minute" He repeats that he's got to piss and I beg him to do it all over me. Sometimes we move to the bathroom for this scene, occasionally we go out onto the terrace, but more often than not he just stands up over me on the bed and lets loose with his golden stream, thoroughly soaking me with his heavy strong-smelling urine. It flies into my hair, all over my upper body, even into my mouth and eyes and nose and I love every degrading instant of it! After that we move to the shower where I soap up his huge and hairy body for a while, luxuriating in the feel of my hands roaming through the lathered up furriness of his body. Eventually we end up with me turned to face the walls of the big shower stall while he plows his big dick into me from behind. Every so often it's a gentle, slow time of lovemaking, but more often (and certainly more preferable to me) it's brutal, rough sex where I beg him to fuck me hard and as deep as he possibly can. He leaves me there exhausted after he pumps what feels like a bucket of come into my ass-hole and then he climbs out of the shower and puts on his uniform for work, always certain to tell me when he'll be home so that I can be there waiting for him, waiting to serve him with my mouth and my hands and my hot, horny ass-hole. Once he's gone to work I strip the piss-soaked sheets off the water bed and throw them into the washer and then I get into my own "uniform". It usually a tight pair of extremely short cut-offs and either a low-cut tank top or a skin-tight T-shirt. Either one does it's job of showing off my good physique. I'm not nearly so big (and certainly nothing close to as hairy) as my big lover-man, but I've never gotten any complaints. I'm 5'10" and weigh a trim (but muscular) 170. My chest and arms are dusted with a fine blond- brown coating of light hair, and there's more on my butt and thickly muscled thighs. When I leave for the day I seldom wear underwear, occasionally I'll pull on a jock, but most of the time I'm bare beneath my cut-offs. I have one pair that has a little rip in the back, and so whenever I wear those I make it a point to wear nothing beneath, just so that anybody looking can see my hairy butt poking through the slit. Living right on the beach I usually never have any problem finding someone early in the morning who's willing to pay $50 for a couple of hours of great sex. Sometimes I'll go down to the bus station with a duffel bag that's basically empty and pretend that I just arrived in town. Other times I'll drive out to the truck stop right by the interstate ramp and come on to some big burly trucker or maybe a visiting salesman who's stopping for gas. I've made it with lawyers and doctors, with ministers, teachers, professional athletes, drug addicts, soldiers, sailors, cowboys, playboys and farm boys. Still, none of them can compare to the big guy I come home to at the end of every day. Do I ever worry about getting caught, getting arrested for soliciting and getting my ass thrown into jail? To tell the truth, I have this fantasy about being cuffed and tossed bare-assed naked into a cell with a dozen other horny men who've been deprived of sex for months. It hasn't happened yet, but I still dream about it. The funny thing is that if I were ever to get arrested there would be no problem with getting sprung immediately. Oh yeah, I guess I forgot to mention that the big hairy guy I wake up with every morning is the head of the local police department. Nobody messes around with big Buck Davis and if I were hauled in for prostitution he'd have me out in the blink of an eye. What's that? Am I worried about my family finding out? Ha! What a joke! Oh yeah, I guess I also forgot to tell you that the big hairy guy I wake up with every morning is my dad. I hadn't seen him since I was a little kid until my mom decided that I was getting in the way of her social life a few years back. That's when she agreed to let me go live with him. As I said before, I can't tell you all the details of our first few years together, but let's just say we made up for plenty of lost time in ways that fathers and sons aren't supposed to do. I couldn't be happier now. Oh sure I go out every day and find sex wherever I can get it, but it's never as good as it is at home with my real life "daddy". If his superiors had any idea what was going on at the beach house where we live he'd be fired in a minute. Good thing they don't have any idea what's going on!