Date: Tue, 15 Sep 1998 06:10:12 PDT
From: eagleman_50@hotmail.com
Subject: THE CALVIN CHRONICLES: Ready for Dad - 1

   Calvin lives with his father in a high rise building in Harlem.  He
lives on the sixth floor and his grandmother lives on the fifth floor.
Calvin's dad is a long distance truck driver and he's often away for a
week or more at a time.  Then, Calvin eats at his grandmother's and spends
time with her.  But he always sleeps at home.  He's not afraid.  Calvin
is 16, tall for his age, dark-skinned, well-built.  He's got an 8 inch
johnson (his father says it will grow some more) and some beautiful buns
(his father says they're like two dark melons).  Calvin is in love with
his father.  When he was 12 his mother died and Calvin started crawling in
bed with his father so they could comfort each other.  One thing led to
another and they became lovers.  Of course, Calvin Sr and Jr keep this to
themselves, but they are really cool with it.
   It is 9:30 on a rainy Thursday night and Calvin is waiting for his dad.
He's been away for seven days and Calvin misses him a lot.  His dad
promised to call on his cell phone when he got close to home and Calvin is
waiting for that call.
   Suddenly, the phone rings.  "Hello, Dad?"
   "Hello, Cal. Whatsup, handsome?"
   "I miss you, dad. Where are you?"
   "I'm coming across the GWB.  I'll be there, real soon.  Are you ready
for me?"
   "I'm ready, Dad."
   "OK, Cal.  As soon as I park the rig in the yard I'll be there. Can't
wait to see you.  Have you been saving your juice for me?"
   "Yeah, dad.  What about you?"
   "You know it, kid. See ya soon."
   Calvin hung up the phone.  Actually, he wasn't completely ready.  He
still had on his boxers.  He would shuck them off when his father rang
the bell in the lobby.  Calvin walked into their bedroom and made sure
everything was ready.  The covers were pulled down on the bed.  The tube
of KY-jelly was on the night table.  Everything was ready.
Calvin sat by the door and waited.
   Calvin's father was 17 when Calvin was born.  He gave him his name and
moved in with his mother.  They were doing alright until she died
suddenly.  Calvin Sr. still doesn't talk about it too much.  She never
knew about his other son - two years younger than Calvin Jr.  He lives
in East Harlem, his name is Diego.  His mother is Hispanic. Calvin Jr.
has met him but they haven't had a chance to bond.
   Calvin heard the door bell.  He ran to the intercom and buzzed.  He
heard his father's voice.  "I'm hear, handsome.  Buzz me in."  Calvin
pushed the button.  He shucked off his boxers.  He was ready for Dad.
He stepped back and waited.  Soon he heard the key in the door.  His cock
began to rise.  He was ready for Dad. The door opened and Calvin Sr.
stepped in.  He looked at Calvin and sighed.
   "You're really ready kid.  I love you so much."
   Calvin moved over to his dad.  He put his arms around him and and
pulled him to him.  They began to kiss.  Tongues intertwined, pushed and
pulled.  They began to exchange saliva.  Hands were groping, pulling,
caressing.  Calvin's father reached down his son's back and found those
two mounds that excited him so.  He caressed his sons ass and pulled him
into him.  He felt his 8 inch cock pressing against him.  He was glad
his son was ready.  He was too.
   Calvin stepped back and began to undress his father.  He listened to
his father moan as he tweaked his nipples.  He knew his father liked
that.  Then he got down on the floor and began to take off his father's
boots.  He took them both off and pulled off his socks.  His father had
unbuckled his belt and was pushing his pants and draws down together.
Calvin pulled them down and watched as his father stepped out of them.
   "I missed you so much, Dad. I got a lot of juice for you."
   "I want it, handsome.  Come on in and give it up."
   Senior led junior into the bedroom.  Calvin watched as his father lay
down on the bed.  He saw his father's 10 inch cock standing straight up.
It was always a fascinating sight.  He crawled on the bed watching his
father, looking right into his eyes.  He saw the love and tenderness that
he knew was always there.  He was glad his father was home.  He was glad
he was ready.
   Calvin reached for his father's johnson.  He began to stroke it.  His
father began to moan.  "Yeah, kid. Do it."  Calvin bent over and began to
lick his father's dick.  He kissed it and then licked up one side and down
the other.  He cupped the massive balls in his hands.  He knew there was
a lot of juice in them.  He wanted it.  He took one of the balls in his
mouth and sucked on it.  Then the other.  He enjoyed this.  All the time
he listened to his father moan and coo.  He knew how to please his father.
He had done this often, very often.
   Calvin lifted his father's legs and began to lick lower and lower
toward that forbidden hole.  He like the smell.  It always fired him up.
He looked at his father's shithole.  He knew he wanted it.  His tongue
pushed in, deep.  He kept poking it in trying to get it as far in he
could.  His father was rolling his head and moaning.  "Oh yeah, Cal, do
it, do it."  His father loved being rimmed.
   Calvin's father was just 32.  He was 6'1" and looked thin.  Actually
he was muscled with a swimmer's body.  He had a long, thick cock, and
like Calvin Jr., he had beautiful, melon buns.  As Calvin was rimming
him he reached over to the nightstand and got the KY-jelly.  He unscrewed
the cap and handed it to Calvin.  Calvin knew what to do. He pulled up
from his feast and looked at his father.  He knew, he was ready.
   Calvin squeezed some jelly onto his hand and lubed up his dick.  He
then took some and began to lube up his father's hot hole. Calvin moved
into position.  His dad lifted his legs up onto his shoulders.
   "I want this, Cal." He moaned.  "I want this bad."
   "I know, Dad."
   Calvin began to push slowly.  He had done this many times but he knew
he needed to take it slow.  He watched as the head of his dick pushed
into his father's hot hole.  He felt the heat from his father's body.
He kept pushing.  He watched inch after inch slowly enter.  He felt his
father's sphincter relax to allow him entry.  They knew how to do this.
He was ready. Finally Calvin was in all the way - all 8 inches.  He felt
his pubes bang against his father's ass.  He like this.
   "I'm in dad."
   "I know, handsome.  Give me your juice."
   Calvin began to pull out.  He moved his hips back until only the tip
of his dick was in.  He pushed back.  His movements were slow,
calculated.  He wanted it to last; to give as much pleasure as he got.
He knew he wanted to push his father's pleasure button - his prostate.
They began to establish a rhythm.  As he pushed his father pulled.  They
were working together like a well-oiled machine.  His father was lifting
his ass to meet each thrust.  Push, pull, push, pull.  Calvin was moving
faster now.  The room was quiet except for the slap of his body against
his fathers and the moans of both men.  Calvin knew how to pace himself,
he kept plowing into his father.  Each push allowed him to push his
father's pleasure button.  He listened as his father moaned and cooed.  He
knew he was doing it right.  He kept pushing and pulling back.  Sometimes
he leaned down and nibbled his father's ears or stuck his tongue into his
mouth.  Sometimes he pulled up and stared into his father's eyes.  But he
kept pushing and pulling, jabbing and poking with his 8 inch johnson.
Calvin could ejaculate and keep right on screwing, he could maintain his
erection.  He wanted his dad to come with him.
   "Give it to me, Cal.  AHHHHHH."  His father was getting there.
   "Oh yeah.  It's so tight, soooooo good."  Calvin couldn't believe how
good it was.  It was always like this.
   Calvin Senior felt it down in  his toes.  He knew he was ready.  He
felt his orgasm begin to rise through his body.  He wasn't jerking
himself but he knew he didn't need to.  It was like that with Calvin.
   Calvin kept fucking his father.  He was sweating now, but he wasn't
tired.  His 16 year-old body was just getting primed.  He kept pushing and
pulling his big dick into his father's tight ass.  This had been going
on for more than 15 minutes.  Calvin grabbed his father's long dick and
began to stroke it.
   "OHHHHHHHH, I can't take it."  Senior moaned.  "Yeah, yeah, yeah!"
He screamed.
   Calvin felt his juices rising.  He was ready.  He knew he was going
to give his father a real load.
   "Oh, Dad. OHHHHHHHH.  Get ready! Yeah!"
   The two Calvins were ready.  It was time.  Calvin pace was frantic
now.  He was plowing into his father like a jackhammer.  He heard their
bodies slap together.  His dick had a mind of its own.  It was plunging
into that tight hole seeking release.  He had to have it.
  "Oh, God, Oh God. OHHHHHHHHHHH."  Calvin senior screamed as his
johnson began to squirt its juice.  His cum blasted out of his dick and
onto Junior's face, chest and stomach.  Blast after blast coated Calvin.
He loved it.  At the same time Junior began to shoot his juice into his
father's hot hole.  Six blasts fired from his hot cannon into his
father.  He screamed, he howled, he moaned.  They may have heard him
down on the street.  He knew his grandmother heard on the floor below.
But it didn't matter.  He was with his father.
   Calvin fell forward onto his father's body.  His father's arms
encircled him.  They just lay there, revelling in the feel of each
other's body.
   "I love you so much, dad."
   "I know handsome.  I love you, too. You're great. I needed that real
bad."
   "I was ready, dad."
   "You still are."  His father could feel his hard dick between their
bodies.  He knew his son was ready and he was glad.  He had something to
give him, too.
   Calvin's father rolled him over onto his back and lifted his legs.  He
got down and began to tongue his wonderful shithole.  He took more time
then Calvin had and reached further with his tongue.  He knew he was
driving Calvin up the wall.  He couldn't imagine life without his hot,
Nubian, son.  He looked up at his face and saw the love there. He reached
up and grabbed his hard cock and stroked it. He saw his cum all over his
sons face, chest and stomach.  It was beginning to dry. There would be
time to lick it off later.  Right now he had to take care of the
business at hand.
    He was glad he was home.  He was glad he had been away because
coming back was always like this.  He was glad he had found the love of
his life.  He knew he couldn't share it with anyone, at least not with
most people.  But he wasn't upset about that.  He had Calvin and Calvin
had him - that was all that mattered.
   Calvin watched as his father took the KY-jelly and lubed up his 10 inch
cock, the cock he had come from.  He was ready for this.  He wanted it.
He had missed it.  He knew how much joy this cock gave him.  He groaned
as he felt his father's big cock begin to enter his hot hole.  He knew
this was going to be some fuck.  His father was ready.

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