Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2008 20:16:13 -0800 (PST)
From: n/a <jordongeff2004@yahoo.com>
Subject: father-in-law-confidential-3:

			Father In-Law Confidential:
			       "Sea Worthy"
			       By Jordongeff

        My vacation at the in-laws' was almost over and nothing at all had
happened between Edward and I.  But the memory was vivid and I could close
my eyes and taste the salt of his cum on the back of my throat.  But so far
there wasn't even a hint that our intimate encounters had ever taken place.
There wasn't a nod or a wink or a pat on the ass when no one was looking.
Nothing.  I began to wonder if the next encounter I longed for would ever
transpire - I began to doubt anything at all would ever happen again and
that perhaps he had a change of heart.  He was just big old handsome Ed, as
nice as could be, but nothing more.  More distant than ever it seemed.
	Not that I really expected things to change that much - what had
happened was definitely a private event that we couldn't share with anyone
and his behavior with the rest of the family was the same as always.  He
was my father-in-law, father of my wife, and I guess I was glad to see that
everything else could still be the same, no matter how much my cock
throbbed when I thought about him.  And my cock throbbed daily...
	Edward turned 66 that summer but you'd never know it to look at
him.  His hair was thick and brown with sexy tufts of grey at the temples.
He was clean shaven but on the days when he'd miss his morning shave,
brave, white stubble would try to grow into a silver beard. Unfortunately,
he never grew a full beard because of how white it was.

	"Care for a day trip tomorrow out past Friar Island?" he asked one
evening as we sat in his living room, watching boxing on ESPN, "Just you
and me?"
	I felt a metaphor rising within me: somewhere deep in my loins a
pilot light of hope ignited my flames of lust!  I pulled my jaw shut and
answered an eager affirmative.  That was it - business as usual.  There was
hardly another word between us until we were alone on the boat the next
morning, heading out to sea.

					...

	We traveled out for miles on calm, pristine Atlantic Ocean, for
about 3 hours at full steam and we arrived, smack dab in the middle of
nowhere.

	We spent the day fishing -- relaxing - catching nothing worthy of a
good fish story.  That day there was little more than the solitude of the
ocean for miles around us, and the occasional, peaceful smile on our faces.
Actually, I can't remember the smile ever leaving my face the entire day.
It was heaven to be alone with the most handsome, horny and kindest person
I had ever known.  It was this combination of kindness and lust that made
him seem so sexy - well that and his stocky mature physique.  He was about
5'6", square and solid, with a nice, full, hard belly that ran the length
of his torso. He was built like a bull, thick and broad in the chest but
for all his big belly there was barely an inch of fat on him anywhere - he
was just soft and hard in all the right places at all the right times.  It
seemed no matter what clothes he wore, he always managed to appear ruggedly
handsome and his crotch always appeared full and well defined - his cock
and balls were able to make their bold statement under any fabric.

	The day past, pleasantly uneventful and I lost all track of time.
My focus was not on the fishing, but on my bear Edward, sitting on an
up-turned 5 gallon bucket opposite me along the port side of the boat.  We
faced each other, hanging our lines over the same side of the boat, each
sitting on a bucket.  The ocean barely moved beneath us and the sun shone
warmly on our skin. It was like being rocked to sleep in the arms of a
loving mother, and we'd often close our eyes as we fished, lulled into a
peaceful trance.  But I took every opportunity to watch the lovely, prize
package in the crotch of his jeans - I knew quite well the cock and balls
that defined them selves there in a tantalizing bulge, but I wanted to
reach out and touch him.
	We ate lunch when we were hungry, when the sun was high in the
sky. Some time later I felt hungry again and I took notice of the sun
pushing down on the horizon.

	"Time to eat supper?" I asked Edward as I entered the cabin of the
boat.

	"Are you ready to head home?" he asked, looking out over the water
through the windows around the top of the cabin with a thoughtful
expression, "It's the kind of day you wish would never end."

	The sparkling ocean was breathtaking and we paused to take it all
in.

	"I wish we could stay out here forever, just you and me and the
sunset," I said and I moved close beside him and put my hand on his broad
shoulder and gave him a gentle squeeze.
	"I don't know about forever," he said with a chuckle. "But we can
certainly manage an over night camp-out on the waves." He cocked his head
and shot me a wink and a grin and he put his bear paw hand on the back of
my neck and tousled my hair.

      I was stunned.

      He was full of surprises.

	Within a few minutes he had radioed home and told the girls that we
would be staying out to continue fishing in the morning.  It was such a
long way to travel that it made sense just to stay there and try again the
next day.  There was a twinkle in his eye as he sat, perched high in the
captains' chair, and told his story over the VHF radio.  While he was
explaining the situation I spun his chair so that he was facing me. Sitting
high on his perch, his knees were about level with my chest and I ran a
hand slowly up over each knee while he talked.  I watched his expression as
I traced the inside of both of his thighs, inching my hands ever closer to
his crotch.
	He refused to make eye contact, but a trace of a smile was on his
lips as he explained, "Yes we have everything we need to be comfortable for
a night out here."
	I looked at his crotch as my hands rested on his thighs on either
side of his deliriously full package.
	"Yes, we have plenty to eat.  I'll find something," he said, and
with that I let my hands fondle his package, gently squeezing what I could
of his meat through his jeans.  He leaned back in his chair and spread his
legs wide as I continued my exploration of his groin.
	"John?" he chuckled. "Don't worry about him.  He'll eat whatever he
can get his hands on." And again, without making eye contact, he looked
down at himself as I caressed his crotch, and I rubbed my fingers on the
under side of his pouch, feeling the curve of his big nuts pressing against
the fabric.  I could feel the hot, moist heat of his growing manhood
against my fingers.  I lowered my face to press my nose against his
package, and he reached out and put his hand on the back of my head and
forced me just a little harder down into him, and he held me there, my lips
sucking at the fabric where his cock was resting beneath.  He hung up the
hand set and took my head between both his hands, forcing my face along his
growing hardness.

	My heart pounded in my ears and I heard Edward whisper, "You won't
go hungry as long as I'm around."

	Moments later we were steaming ahead and the bow of the boat was
riding high as we cruised through the water.  The sun was at our backs as
Edward navigated the Seal toward the only visible speck of land, Friar
Island.
	"Where are we headed exactly?" I asked, holding on the back of the
captains' chair as we bounced across the water.
	"Brothers cove," he said over the roar of the engine. "There's a
marker buoy there that we can tie onto for the night - plenty of privacy."
	I wrapped my arms around him from behind as he sat driving the boat
and once again I slipped my hands down onto his groin.  I never tired of
worshiping his manhood or of caressing his package even when he was
completely soft.  It was a thrill to feel him under my fingers and to try
to cup his package only to find his equipment too much for my hand.  He was
simply too large a man and I held on to him tight with two hands as the
boat slammed through the waves.  He slipped his own hand down over mine,
forcing me to rub harder, guiding my hand over the cock and balls beneath
his pants.  I looked up at him and he leaned down and planted his lips on
mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth.  The kiss lasted only a few
seconds...
							...

	The island was little more than rock and trees, but it offered a
fair amount of shelter when the seas got rough.  The island was inhabited
only by gulls and Brothers Cove was perfectly tucked away - there was no
commercial traffic to interrupt the tranquility for miles of the island.

	Edward slowly pulled the Seal up next to the steal buoy and cut the
engine and I grabbed hold of it with a long handled gaff. Edward had her
securely tied in seconds.  With the engine off and the boat tied we were
suddenly thrust into a solitude I had never before experienced.  We looked
at each other and then at the world around us - the sun was setting and
gulls cried from somewhere far away.

	"Lets get some things ready while there's still light," he said and
shuffled back into the cabin.

	The main cabin was divided with a table and two built-in bench
seats on one side and cabinets and the captain's chair on the other. We got
the main bunk ready by detaching the table top and lowering it to span the
two bench seats, making a queen sized area for sleeping.  It was literally
similar to a captain's bed because it was raised off the main cabin floor
to make room for storage cupboards below.  The edge of the bunk was about
waist high and you had to climb up a bit to get onto it.

	When the bunk was set up Edward said, "Just let me have a pee and
we can get comfortable."
	I grabbed his shirt sleeve as he moved toward the cabin door, "You
want to try something kinky?"
	He threw me a puzzled look, "A chance like this may never come
again.  What cha got in mind?"
	I moved close to him and placed my hand on his big, hard belly,
just above his belt buckle, "I want you to give me a shower."
	Raising an eyebrow he asked, "A golden shower?"
	"You game?" I asked and moved my hand down over his crotch and
pulled the zipper on his fly all the way down.
	"Whatever turns you on," he said and he reached inside his open fly
and with a flip of his wrist his beautiful, 66 year old cock was hanging
out of the front of his jeans, like a living fire hose, ready to quell my
flames.

	I undressed in seconds.  With my heart pounding hard like a drum in
my chest, we went outside to the back of the boat and I sat down on the
deck near the drainage holes and Edward stood above me, like some larger
than life daddy bear God, with his fire hose cock in his hand.
	"Where do you want it?"
	"All over," I replied, "Where ever makes you feel horny."
	I gazed over his short stocky frame. His black suspenders were a
sexy accessory on top of his grey sweat shirt and they held his loose
fitting jeans perfectly as he prepared to hose me down.
	His stream hit me square on the chest. A guttural sound escaped
Edward as his piss began to flow in a full, thick stream.  I pulled my cock
as he aimed his golden stream at my groin, soaking my loins in his hot,
steaming gold.
	"Let it all go.  Common, let me have it all," I said and leaned
forward into his stream, letting his piss wash my face.  I opened my mouth
and tasted the full force of his golden nectar as it battered my tongue.
	"Taste it," Edward said. "Drink daddies golden love potion."
	I leaned closer and stuck the tip of my tongue under his piss slit
and let the remainder of his piss fill my mouth, spill over onto my chin
and run down over my body.  It was boiling hot and salty.  I sat back and
watched him shake a few drops out onto me from his cock that was not fully
hard, but noticeably aroused and thickened.  I licked my lips as I watched
him stuff his cock back into his jeans and zip up his fly.
	"I actually enjoyed that once I saw how much of a turn on it was
for you," Edward said.
	"You have no idea," I said. "It was very erotic for me.  But now I
need to get cleaned up."
	I handed him the end of a rope and jumped off the side of the boat
into the frigid Atlantic.  The icy sea water was a shocking contrast to
Edward's hot pee and I was instantly reduced to "cold shower" mode.  Having
been thoroughly rinsed the second I hit the water I had Edward pull me out
right away.  He wrapped me in a large beach towel and I headed for the
cabin while he rinsed the deck with a couple of buckets of sea water.
Minutes later he was back inside the house of the boat.
	"I know you're probably not thirsty," he chuckled with a silly grin
on his handsome face. "But perhaps you're getting a bit hungry.  Are you at
all peckish?"
	"I was hoping to have two meals tonight," I said as he slid the
cabin door shut behind him.  He moved up in front of me as I sat on the
edge of the bed.
	"We can start with this as the appetizer," he said and wrapped his
big, callused hand around my hardening cock.  His groin was level with mine
as he stood before me and I reached out and rubbed the hardness that was
making itself visible along one side of the front of his jeans.  Jesus, did
he have giant salami for a cock!
	"And this will do nicely as the main course," I said, squeezing his
member gently, "And hopefully I can have the same for breakfast."
	"I sure am glad you're not a vegetarian," he said, as he stroked my
cock, smiling down at it as he spoke, "Because I've got plenty of meat and
protein for a man on the proper diet."
	"Wouldn't matter - I'd become a meat eater for you, daddy bear," I
said, "Does this qualify for the catch of the day?" I slid my fingers down
between his legs and cupped his warm, fleshy pouch, rubbing the roundness
of his big balls under the denim.

	I motioned for him to sit beside me, which he did without
hesitation. He sat on the edge of the bunk with his legs swinging over the
side.  I nuzzled in close to his warm, thick upper body and wrapped my arms
around his waist and squeezed him tight.  He returned the gesture and
wrapped his big, strong arms around me.  He had the amazing ability to
handle me both soft and rough at the same time.
	I slipped his sexy suspenders off of his shoulders and ran a hand
up under his sweat shirt, feeling his furry belly and his thick chest of
hair.  I pealed his shirt up and off over his head and leaned forward and
sucked one of his big, furry nipples into my mouth.  I bathed it and
watered it down with long, slow swirls of my tongue, making a warm wet
circle and sucking and nibbling gently on his swollen nipple. He laid back
and propped his head on a pillow, and watched me lust over his horny, grand
daddy bear body.  He was so fucking hot I felt I could lose my mind at any
moment.

	I moved down onto the floor and removed his shoes.

	I slid my hand up his thigh, onto his crotch, pausing, squeezing,
teasing and then up to his belt buckle. I then pulled and released and,
without stopping, I unbuttoned the top of his jeans. I rubbed my hands over
the front of his fly, tracing what I longed to fondle through his pants.
How many times had I watched this crotch and wished I could do what I'm was
doing at that moment. Here I was, fondling the grand daddy bear of my
dreams, letting my hands explore what only my eyes could gaze upon for so
many years.  Finally, I had found my alter and I wanted to kneel and pray
to the God before me - more than a mere man, but an old daddy bear who was
blessed with a cock the size of a donkeys.  The outline of his engorged
member looked and felt huge through the cotton of his blue jeans and I
couldn't wait to peal the jeans away.  I wanted him to play hide the salami
with me any way he wanted.

	I helped him pull off his pants and once they were off I stood in
front of him and held the crotch of his jeans to my face and sniffed.  The
cotton was still warm where his cock and balls were packaged just seconds
before.
	"Ummm," I groaned, savoring the sensation.
	I looked down at Edward's white underwear which was poled up like a
small, white circus tent.
	"This is what I really want," I said, getting down between his
legs. "But you've got to promise me, when you cum I get EVERY drop."
	"Every last, sweet drip," he said, and I pulled his briefs down and
off in one fluid motion.
	Edward had the body of a stocky, old football player with all the
right dimensions to turn me on.  He was more broad and chesty than chubby,
and his belly, while big, was firm and robust. His breasts were just full
enough to look edible and squeezable.  He had just the right amount of fur
on his body and I do mean fur - and it was all over.  His back and belly
were equally furry and I thrilled at the sight of his perfect pubic patch -
it was soft and thick and chestnut brown and clearly defined in a nice
broad V shape, tucked down around his magnum sized cock.  I reached down
and lifted his cock up off his belly and I noticed him eyeing me with
curiosity.
      My hand felt small holding his thick eight inch monster and again I
was in awe of the weight and girth of this man's equipment.  I shuddered as
I stroked the length of him for the first time since the events before
summer.  His cock had such a physical presence that it occupied it's own
space in between us, like something big and autonomous, pulsing with
life. His hot, throbbing hardness riding against my palm - the skin sliding
softly as I slowly jacked him... it worked me into a spacey, surreal
trance.  I twisted him gently as I traversed his length - all of it was
erotic beyond words.  I raked my fingers through his pubic hairs, up onto
his belly and back again, enjoying the downy softness under my finger tips.
	Edward closed his eyes and relaxed his body. A content, satisfied
smile appeared on his face as I continued to stroke him, gently, firmly, in
awe of the massive cock, in awe of the burly old sea dog laying spread
eagle before me.
	I slid my face up in between his legs until my lips rested on the
underside of his nuts.  While maintaining steady strokes on his rigid cock,
I slathered his sack, washing it with my tongue and left it dripping wet.
The musk of the day was intoxicating as I inhaled the atmosphere around his
big, beautiful stones, now glistening wet from my saliva.  I stroked him
harder and a little faster.  Sweet Jesus, he was endowed with big,
beautiful testicles to match his horse like member.  How many times had I
wondered what it would be like to fondle the balls I watched define them
selves beneath the fabric of his pants, as they teased me with their
tantalizing outline.
	"Jack your cock while I suck on your big balls," I commanded. "I
want to watch you pull that thing while I suck on your big, hairy nuts."
	Ed reached his hand down and began slowly stroking himself as I
sucked a big, hairy ball into my mouth. It was like putting a whole pickled
egg in my mouth.
	"Oh yeah.. Suck Daddy's balls," Ed groaned. "Suck my nuts while I
jack my cock.  Look at how fucking huge you make it."
	I bathed his balls with my tongue while watching him pull and pump
his cock.  I inched my way up over his balls and sucked at the base of his
cock while he maintained short slow strokes over the knob.  I continued to
worship him for several more minutes. I reached up and found his free hand
and we locked fingers, holding tightly as I slid my tongue and lips along
the underside of his cock, all along his wide piss tube that stood out like
a fat, flesh covered soda straw along the length of this manhood.  His cock
was harder than ever and the flesh over the head of his cock was flaming
pink and engorged - pulled tight, it formed a perfect helmet that begged to
be sucked and nibbled.
	I slowed his hand on his cock and wrapped my lips around the head
of his manhood.  He held his fist near the head, gripping his hard organ
and I sucked on his fingers as he held on, but eventually he let them slip
down so I could take more of him into my mouth.  I placed my hand on top of
his hand that was holding his cock and pushed it down further so I could
offer a little deeper head.  Feeling his hand under mine, wrapped around
his throbbing dick made me shudder with lust - I loved the sensation of and
the thought of helping him stroke his own cock.  It was beautiful.  Simply
erotic.
	Suddenly, Ed leaned forward, pulled me up onto the bed and laid me
down on my back and swung his leg over me and straddled my chest, his cock
swayed over me, dripping wet from my mouth. He was so big and strong I had
little time to think.
	"Let daddy fuck those hot lips," Ed said, in a low, husky tone.
	I was suddenly viewing my daddy bear from a completely new angle.
I looked up past his hard cock and balls, up over his big, hard, hairy
belly and into his handsome face - he was so horny looking I shuddered a
little as I raised my hands and smoothed the hairs over his stomach.  His
cock stood out, hard and pulsing like a flag pole swaying in the wind.
	Ed picked up his cock and began pulling it with long, full strokes.
	"Let me lick your balls while you do that," I said. He leaned
forward and let his balls lay on my lips.  I started licking and sucking
his delicious sack and he began to really pound on his big dick.
	"Show me how fucking bad you want my cock in your mouth."
	I reached my right hand down between his legs and forced my hand in
between his butt cheeks, pushing my index finger up against his rose bud,
just enough to let him feel the pressure of my finger.  Ed closed his eyes
and pushed himself down onto it.  I watched as his cock began to leak
pre-cum out onto his fingers. He lowered his hand from his cock and pressed
the back of his wet fingers to my mouth and I licked and sucked off his
salty juice.
	"I want it bad.  I want it all," I said and Ed leaned forward as
more pre-cum leaked, like a broken faucet, from his pulsing horse cock
directly into my open my mouth.
	"My balls are aching, John," he said. "I gotta blow this damn load.
Lay your fucking head back and open wide."
	I laid back a bit and let him take control.  He took my head in his
hands and leaned foreword so that the head of his cock was just past my
lips. My jaw was fully extended.  I could hardly take any more, and
thankfully he was careful not to hurt me as he began to pump his cock into
my mouth.  However, in a few minutes it was an all out skull fuck, and I
could feel his cock hitting the back of my throat as he pumped his hips and
held my head in position.  I sucked harder on his cock and seconds later I
heard the build up of a deep, guttural groan from somewhere deep inside
him.
	"Ooooooohhh," he said. "oooh yeah"
	His thrusts became faster and perfectly rhythmical, mechanical,
instinctual.
	"Ohhhhhhh," he groaned. "Here it comes.  Oh Yeah.  Oooohhhhh! Fuck
yeahhhhhhh!"
	An eruption of cum filled my throat and I sucked and swallowed my
reward, feeling his load slide, hot and salty, down the back of my tongue.
I pressed my knuckles up under his balls and felt the flex of the
ejaculation against my fingers.
	"Ooo!  Ouh!  Take it.  Ohhh, so nice.  Suck my cock.  Ohhhhhhh", he
stuttered as he tossed his load into me.
	I grabbed hold around the base of his nut sack and I could feel
each pulse of his cock as he fired three or four shuddering strings of cum
past my lips.  He pulled his cock out of my mouth and began pounding it
with his hand, stroking another two shots of hot, clear jets of cum into my
open mouth.  I swallowed his slimy, hot seed with pride and would have
proudly taken more.  I wanted him to fill me.  I wanted him to feel he had
me completely and that I would take all he had to give.
	"Clean it up, John." he commanded and leaned over my mouth.  I
continued to suck his tool while clenching his ball sack like the base of a
lollipop, guiding his cock toward my mouth, slurping on it until the
hardness subsided to half its glory.  His circumcised cock had expanded and
stretched so much that now, in its half deflated state, a foreskin of sorts
hung down over his cock head, the loose skin puckered like a pair of dark,
chapped lips gaping over his knob.
	"How was it?" I asked.
	"It was perfect," he said with the biggest smile I had ever seen on
his face.  He pulled away and rolled onto his back on the bunk beside me,
his body glistening with dew.  He exhaled deeply as he relaxed, completely
spent. I leaned over him and once again licked his erect nipples and after
a minute I rose to kiss him, full on the lips.  I could taste the inside of
his mouth as he opened up for me and the contrast suddenly made me aware of
the taste of his cum in my mouth.  He invaded me with his tongue and I let
him wash over anything he could reach inside me.
	When I finally pulled away I said, "Thanks for being the sexiest
man alive!"
	"This is the biggest cock I have ever seen," I said and I lifted it
up, like a dead snake, off of the side of his thigh and leaned over and
began sucking on it again.  I wanted him to just pull his underwear up over
my head so I could stay sucking him in his pants forever.
	That night was magical for me.  All night long, I would pass in and
out of sleep, each time waking long enough to look down at my sleeping
bear, flat on his back in the moonlight streaming in through the windows,
the sound and motion of the ocean, rocking us gently.  I'd nuzzle into him,
letting my hands fall where they may, holding his soft, meaty cock in my
hands, sometimes soft and shrunken, sometimes semi engorged, like a small
drunken soldier wanting to stand at attention but lacking the sense to
fully get to his feet.  For one night, for one trip out at sea, he was mine
alone and I will never forget just how wonderful he made me feel - how
wonderful it was to love him any way I wanted.
	The main course was as amazing as I imagined it would be and I
couldn't wait to see what Ed had in store for breakfast.  Nestled next to
my big old bear, I drifted off to sleep, but my hard cock never slept a
wink.

	.....-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
--

	I awoke to the smell of bacon frying and coffee brewing and in
seconds I was fully awake and watching Ed, dressed in his white T-shirt and
briefs standing next to the portable stove a few feet away.  The sun had
crested the horizon and the new day had begun and already my mind was
racing over all that had transpired and over what still was to come.
	"Smells good,? I said, sliding across the bunk and onto the floor
next to him. "But I know something that tastes better." Standing next to
him I pressed my body onto his and slid my hand down over the cool white
cotton T-shirt, following the contours of his chest and belly down to his
waist.  I slipped my fingers under the elastic band of his underwear and
slid my hand past his soft pubes, down onto his cock that was a short, fat
nub in its dormant state.
	"It'll be a few minutes before the bacon is ready," Edward
said. "Careful or you might start a fire," and he reached down and rubbed
his hand over the front of his underwear, pressing my hand beneath his,
firmly cupping some of his package.
	"I'll be careful - I like my meat rare," I said and slid down on my
knees in front of him.  "Take your cock out, like you would to have a
piss," I commanded.
	Ed reached down with his right hand and with his thumb and two
fingers he opened the slot on the front of his briefs and popped the head
of his cock out, right in front of my face.  He had a beautifully defined
shaft and head, with skin as soft as an ear lobe - but not for long.
	I leaned forward and sucked his flaccid tool into my mouth, sucking
hard.  I began feeling up his legs and ass, as I pressed him into me.  He
had a small, square, flat ass that gave me just enough to hold onto as I
maneuvered my lips over his growing member.  In a few moments I was again
on the receiving end of Ed's raging hard donkey cock, sticking out of the
piss flap on his underwear, fully engorged and visibly throbbing.  Ed once
again took control.
	"Get up on the bunk on your back and hang your head over the edge
so I can fuck your mouth," Ed ordered and he turned and lowered the flame
on the sizzling bacon.
	I got up and did as he commanded; lying on my back on the bunk and
hanging my head back over the side.  As he positioned himself in front of
me I watched him from my upside down perspective - my throat was at the
perfect angle for him to mount me.
	Ed slid his cock into my mouth and after a few gentle thrusts and
some slight positional adjustments he jammed it home.  After a few strokes
in this position I was surprised at how much more of him I could take in my
throat.  I loved pleasuring him and I could tell he was enjoying the ride
as he fucked my throat with long, steady strokes.
	Ed pulled out half way and reached down and pulled his big, heavy
low hangers out of the piss flap with the rest of him.  He began thrusting
again but this time his balls swung rhythmically, slapping against my eyes
and nose.  He'd bend his knees slightly every few thrusts and buck his
hips, slamming his cock slightly upward, deeper into my throat.
	Ed continued this pattern for several minutes and I began working
my jaw from side to side as he fucked my mouth.
	"Ahhh yeah, that's a boy," Ed gasped. "Chew your meat well before
you swallow it.  Yeah, work it."
	I worked it for several minutes more, savoring the taste, reeling
in the sweat pain of his massive organ stretching my throat.
	"Time to cum before the bacon burns," Ed gasped as he hammered my
face with this big, hard love tool.
	He pulled his cock out of my mouth and leaned over my head, aiming
it at my chest. He fucked his fist until cum erupted, shooting in short,
white globs onto my chest, just above my belly near the breast bone.
	"Oooooeeeee!" Ed gasped, "That's it.  That's it".
	He leaned back, again standing with his cock in my face, and I
raised my head to suck his fat, old cock into my mouth.  I squeezed his
member from the root to the tip, like extracting the last bit of toothpaste
from the tube, and sucked hard to taste any cum still left in his cock.
	"You want daddy's seed son?" he asked, looking down at me with his
fat cock planted deep in my hot, wet mouth.
	"Ummmm," I mumbled.
	Ed leaned down toward my chest and sucked his pool of jism into his
mouth.  He quickly squatted down in front of me, with his face above me and
placed his lips over mine. I reached up and held his face as his hot, sweat
cum ran from his mouth into mine.  I swirled it in my mouth before
swallowing my daddy bear's hot cum.  So fucking horny.  I could picture
each sperm as a fucking hot little bull, stampeding their way into my
belly.
	"That was so hot," I said, shuddering, letting his head go from my
grasp.
	"Just following my instincts - it takes a cock sucker to know a
cock sucker," Ed said, smiling. "Common, lets eat."
	"That's a lot of protein for one morning, but I think I could get
used to a diet rich in 'Ed',? I said. "How about you - you need a boost?"
I swung my self around and sat on the edge of the bunk, wanking my cock,
which was on the razor's edge of exploding.
	Ed squatted on the floor before me.  His cock and balls, still
hanging out of the front of his underwear brushed against the floor below
him.  He was such a horny old bear.
	"Let her fly, son."
	I looked down at his big, handsome face - he reminded me of an
older 'Fred Flintstone' for a split second and I reached out and ran my
hand over his cheek and chin, prickly with a day's growth of silver whisker
stubble.  I wanked harder on my cock until I felt the juices well up in my
loins. "Oh Ed....  Oh daddy, here it cums," I moaned.
	"Milk it boy.  Milk it into my mouth," Ed said and he leaned closer
below me.
	My load flew towards his face; he blinked as the first spurt landed
along the side of his nose, followed by two more direct hits into his
mouth, spraying his out stretched tongue with my white seed.  In seconds I
was done.
	I reached down with a finger and wiped my cum from the side of his
nose.  He grabbed my hand, pulling it to his mouth and he sucked my cum
drenched finger like a soother, sucking and swallowing until it was clean.
	"Ummm," He said. "Now we're even."
	"Oh yeah?  That was nothing compared to your big, hot load.  Jesus,
you cum like a fire hose.  A real gusher."
	"So you're satisfied?" Ed asked.
	"Very.  You?"
	"Oh, I'm feeling great!" Ed said, standing up. "But it aint over
till it's over.  Lets eat!"
	He shot me a wink and a smile and turned to finish preparing
breakfast.  What could possibly top that?