Date: Sun, 5 Jun 2016 18:51:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Beyond the Fields

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He made for one hell of a sight, kneeling up on the bed like that, the
afternoon sun highlighting the strong, rounded curve of his glute, the hard
muscular definition of his back, picking out the little golden hairs that
had begun to grow on his tan young skin lately. In time, they'd thicken up,
darken some, but for now they were like perfect peach fuzz, up his powerful
thighs, over the solid curves of his jock butt, fanning across the small of
his back. I watched him for a minute, just appreciating the breathtaking
young beauty of him, watching him watch the world through the bedroom
window, over the backyard, to the fields beyond the development, stretching
off into the distance. This had been his view most of his life, out over
the fields of the old farms that ringed the city, that were slowly
disappearing. In a few years, they'd be gone, swallowed up by the sprawl of
the suburbs, but we'd be long gone before then, before the leaves on the
trees out there turned with the fall. They'd be a memory, but this sight
would be an even sweeter one, Danny gazing out the window to the big world
beyond, stretching out to the horizon.

"Whatcha doin'?" I asked, finally. He looked over his shoulder at me, a
kind of wistful look on his handsome young face overtaken by his sunny
smile, as I sat side-saddle on the bed beside him, ran my hand up his back,
loving the subtle arch of it as I stroked up to his shoulder blade, like a
cat.

"Nothin', just looking," he said. "Gonna miss this place."

"Yeah, me too," I said, and leaned in to press my lips to the hard, smooth
muscle of his shoulder, loving the soft sigh from him. "But you know how it
is, buddy - life is change."

"Yeah, I know," he said. "Lot of changes this year, though. I'm going away
to school, you're selling the house, you and Mom..."

My hand slipped back down his spine, around his hip, and I hugged him to
me, feeling him reach down to squeeze the hairy musculature of my forearm,
snuggling into the side-hug, up closer to me.

"And you and me, too," I said quietly. "How you doing with all of it,
Champ?"

"Yeah, that too... that's the best change of all of them," he said with a
big grin that I couldn't help return, and we drew close to kiss,
softly. "The rest of it, well... I'll get used to it, I guess. We all got
to, right?"

"We do," I said quietly, in awe again at his maturity, his strength. All of
17, going on 18, and a man already. The last few years had been really
rocky, but he'd been like a rock to me, reminding me of all the good things
left in my life, and he was the best of all of them. What had happened
between us, how close we'd become, had been a surprise, scary but joyful,
amazing. It had changed everything. I didn't flatter myself that I'd made a
man out of him or anything like that - I'd been privileged to be a part of
that process, to share the man he was becoming, help him discover himself,
and myself in the process. It had started out tentative, both of us kind of
shocked to find the passion that had been simmering under the surface, but
once we'd given ourselves over to it, to the intensely erotic bond between
father and son, we'd embraced it, reveled in it. And once this summer was
over, we'd have to part again. No more long, lazy mornings making love,
showering together afterwards, evenings spent sitting close on the sofa,
kissing softly, before returning to bed to slip into each other's nakedness
all over again. He'd go off to college, exploring the new freedom of his
young manhood. I'd go to a new job in a new city and a new place on my
own. And then we'd figure out our next step together. If all this could
continue.

Danny seemed to sense my thoughts, slipping his strong young arm around my
waist, leaning up to kiss the side of my neck.

"Hey... I love you, Dad, he said warmly. "Even more than ever, now. Love
what we're doing, no matter what, or where we are."

I smiled at him, kissed those full, soft lips, and when his tongue flicked
gently at mine, I let him in, and we surrendered to the flow of feelings,
deep and secret between us, as our bodies turned toward each other and we
held each other tighter. I felt my cock growing in my underwear, his
stretching up and thickening nakedly against me, just about as big as me
now, as my hands found the strong swell of his muscular wrestler's ass and
clutched him tighter to me. His moans started out soft as our tongues
thrust soft and wet, deepening as my voice joined his, his hand slipping
inside my underwear to find the cock that had made him, and now made love
to him, finding it full and hard and already throbbing for him. Together,
we worked my briefs down my big thighs, and I kicked them onto the floor
and pulled his warm, naked body to mine with a low moan that he echoed.

"Ah, Daddy," he half-whimpered as I kissed down the tender, sensitive flesh
of his neck, his throat, over the warm, smooth swell of his hard young
pecs, tasting the faint salt of his sweat as I worked down the deepening
valley of his chest. He leaned back athletically, his hard-edged abs
flexing as my tongue and lips caressed them, sinking lower, down through
the musky young fur of his treasure trail, and then I took his big young
cock in one hand and swallowed the rest of it. His wasn't the first cock
I'd ever tasted, and I doubted it would be the last, but it was the one I'd
always remember, that particular taste and scent of him, somehow sweet and
salty and musky at the same time. My son's unique taste, savored as I
lapped at the big head of him, working my way more down the throb of his
shaft, cupping his big, sparsely-furred young balls with one hand, the
tight clutch of his muscular ass with the other. It always amazed me, how
naturally we could flow from tenderness to slow, lusty heat like this, but
it was part of our bond now, essential and hopefully long-lived.

He was young, and eager, and hot for this, for us, so it took almost no
time to bring him to the edge, teasing a steady flow of young precum from
him. I was leaking myself, all set to pull another big young load from his
tight balls, feel him flow thickly down my throat, but he stopped
me. Pulled me up to kiss, long and slow and wet, searching, licking his own
intimate taste from my thick wet tongue and the roof of my mouth.

"Not gonna be many more chances to do this," he said with that wistful
smile. "Not here, at least. So come on..."

I let him pull me up as he turned back around, resting his elbows on the
windowsill like he was when I came in, giving me that cute, yet sexy smile
over his tanned shoulder. That irresistible grin on his handsome face, the
face that seemed to have changed, matured into a man's a little more every
time I looked at him.

I climbed up behind him, ran my hand up his spine again, this time slower,
more sensually, as I kissed his big shoulders, his traps, his neck, felt
him shiver and moan and press that perfect ass back against me. I kissed my
way around his neck, up his cheek, and met his lips again eagerly, tongue
slipping together again as he turned his head back to meet mine in another
slow, searching, moaning kiss. My hand fumbled for his bedside drawer,
found the lube he'd kept there ever since I'd handed him his first bottle,
during our little father-son talk when he was 13. We'd come a long way
since then, and he'd gone through a lot of the stuff, particularly in the
past year with me. I popped the cap with my thumb, poured a long, slick
stream of it down over the throbbing, already-wet head of my Dad cock,
drizzling more down the deep cleft of his ass, rubbing it over his
tightness with my other fingers while we explored each other's mouths. I
felt that tight, perfect ring of muscle, still smooth, responding to my
slick, smooth touch, opening to my probing fingers, a deep, husky moan
vibrating through his body and into my mouth as I probed gently up inside
of him, stroking the spongy flesh of his bud.

"Do it, Dad," he panted into my mouth. "For old time's sake, yeah? Make
love to me. Do it while we still can, Dad."

"Ah son, love you so damn much," I moaned, and with a strong, slow thrust,
I was up inside him, my lips pressed to his shoulder and neck, the hot,
silky warmth of him stretched tight around me as I slid home inside my
boy. No, my young man, now. I slipped my arms tightly around him, hugging
him tighter to me, as we set to our secret rhythm, looking out the window
over the old fields, blazing gold in the afternoon sunlight like the soft
young hairs on his skin. Looked out to the horizon, committing it to memory
before we left it behind and moved on to something new, separately and
together.