Date: Sat, 21 Feb 2015 00:20:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: James Jones <niftyjames91@yahoo.com>
Subject: Father Son Intimacy Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

      The week was finally coming to a close. Lucas Bradley (Luke for
short), just said goodbye to his father as he left the house. Luke was
finishing out his first full year as a High School English teacher. He
graduated the previous May and had a position before the end of July. The
year was creeping to a close, it was the last week of school (third week of
May), and it was Friday. Luke checked himself in the car mirror. His brown
hair was coifed, and his polo and khakis were wrinkle-free. He had the
feeling today would be a great day.

      He was sorely mistaken. His classes were unruly, and he couldn't seem
to get them to cooperate with him. Sometimes you just have a bad day. He
spent his planning period recuperating and watching the clock till he could
go home. Coach Wright came by ten minutes before the final bell. "Have you
called Landon Smith's parents yet, or do I need to?" He asked Luke.

      "I completely forgot, would you mind?"

      "Not at all." Thomas Wright entered Lucas' classroom. Wright was a
taller man, 6'5", with broad shoulders and a muscular chest and set of
arms. He was probably about 34, Lucas had never asked, and he was handsome
as the day is long. He almost exclusively wore vee-necked shirts and
sweatpants which showed off his light brown, curly chest hair and (at
times) magnificent bulge. "Have any plans for the weekend?"

      Luke and Tom had become friends over the school year. They shared a
lot of the same students, and they worked together to keep each other in
check with discipline and procedures. They even had the same lunch. Tom
knew Luke was gay, and he was totally fine with it. They joked and goofed
off as much as the students and Luke had an enormous crush on Tom, albeit
he never acted on his feelings. They were mostly lustful in nature anyway.
"I think I'm just hanging out at home, what about you?"

      "I'll probably do the same. Hit the gym, but after just relax at
home. It's almost summer. We should do something if you get bored."

      "Yeah, I'll definitely let you know." The bell rang, and the two
wished each other a good weekend as the sounds of hundreds of students
leaving the building filled their ears.
      ***
      John Bradley told his son goodbye as he put on his uniform. He was
retired military (21 years) and now worked as a police officer. He loved
the way he looked in a uniform (didn't matter what kind) and he loved the
idea of someone taking it off of him. As he buttoned his shirt, he flexed
his large pecs. He grabbed his semi-hard cock and adjusted it in his briefs
before putting on his work pants. He was a stud, and he knew it, but that
hadn't stopped his wife from leaving him 15 years ago. She didn't like the
military life, and so she was done. Took two years to finish the divorce,
and in the end, John had the job and the house so he kept Luke.

      It should have been an easy day. A good 7am-3pm patrol shift is a
great way to ease out of a week, but that was not the day John would
have. His patrol area was wrought with speeding cars, of which he pursued
about a third of. He was the closest car to a possible break-in, he got a
flat tire, and to top things off, he ripped his pants. By the time he was
okay'd to go home, he was in a bitter mood. The idea of having the next
three days off was enough for him to try and keep good spirits though.

      When he got home, John made a sandwich and was reading an article on
his phone when Luke walked in home from school.

      "Hey dad," Luke called absently from the living room. John could hear
him approaching the kitchen.

      "Good day, Luke?" he called without looking up from his phone. He had
his back to the kitchen doorway.

      "God, it was terrible, but now it's over. What happened to you?" Luke
saw the majority of his father's brief-covered ass through the large tear
in his pants.

      "Oh I forgot about that," John said as he ran a hand down the tear,
and slightly cupped his cheek. Luke's eyes lingered on his father's
ass. John was still reading his article, so Luke was free to ogle his
father's hairy upper thigh and round ass without fear of discovery. He
stopped when he felt his cock start growing in his khakis.

      "I'm going to jump in the shower. Then we can figure out something
for dinner later." John passed his son out of the kitchen. Luke could hear
the buckle of his dad's belt being undone, and heard the low thump of his
clothes being tossed on the floor. He walked back to his own room just as
his father was walking to the shower in nothing but his briefs.

      Luke got an eyeful. His father's broad, hairy chest had always held
Luke's attention. He loved the little bit of a gut his dad was getting from
not working out as often. He carefully surveyed the plump, firm mounds of
his father's ass bounced with each step and his package. Luke had seen his
father naked many times, and his father him. He knew his dad and he were
close in size when it came to cocks, his dad was perhaps a half an inch
longer, but they were equal in girth. But the way his dad filled out a pair
of underwear was almost better than seeing him naked.

      John was a man's man. He and Luke had discussed Luke's sexuality a
long time ago, and it was no problem. Secretly, John had had a few gay
encounters in his life. A late-night blow job from a horny soldier in the
barracks, an impromptu jerk off session with his buddies, these were all
fond memories of his, but he had not thought to share them with his
son. His unconditional love and approval was all Luke had wanted.

      Luke heard the shower start as he closed his bedroom door. He
stripped from his work clothes and changed into a light pair of basketball
shorts and a tshirt. He closed his eyes and imagined his dad lathering his
hairy chest and stomach and cock with soap. His dick was standing at
attention in no time, and his hands made their way to their favorite
places. His right hand grasped his cock as his left found his sensitive
nipple. He knew he wasn't going to get to finish himself off, but he loved
to edge when horny.

      John admired himself in the mirror from the shower. The mirror was
directly across from the shower which allowed John to give into his vain
tendencies. He was a sexy man, and he loved to show off (even to his son,
which he knew his efforts were not wasted on). John had caught Luke looking
at him many times, but he knew it was more curiosity than lust. It still
excited him though. He watched himself in the mirror as he stroked his
hard, soapy cock. He slowly moved his hand the length of his 6.5" cock from
base to head. He had never had a complaint from a lover. They enjoyed the
thickness, and he knew how to use his length.

      He heard a knock at the door, and Luke opened it. John only removed
his hand from his cock; he did not turn away to hide his erection. Luke
knew his father would be jerking off, and if he wasn't, he knew he could
ogle him some more. The two were close, and there were few boundaries
between them. "Sorry, dad. Had to piss."

      "No problem, son." He said as he rinsed his hair and wiped the soap
from his body slowly washing his pits and ass.

      "Leave the water on for me when you're done. I think I'm gonna shower
too." Luke said.

      "Here, you can get in. I'm pretty much finished." John and his son
had showered platonically many times. As a kid, John had showered with Luke
out of necessity because their small house only had one bathroom. Then as
Luke grew, they passed off much like they were doing now.

      Luke shucked off his shorts and underwear, and lifted his shirt
off. John took the quick moment to check out his son's cock. It was plump
and thick like his own, maybe a shade smaller. It was nice, and he
appreciated the handsome man Luke was becoming. Luke's body was much like
John's, but smaller. John was an inch taller, more muscular, broader, and
much hairier. Luke had a nice build, a few extra pounds, and a nice
smattering of hair on his chest and stomach. He took after his father in
many ways, but he had his mother's blue eyes.

      John made room for his son as he climbed in the hot shower. There was
no way his son had not noticed his throbbing erection, and the idea excited
him further. He was facing the showerhead, showing off his hairy ass
proudly knowing his son would be unable to avoid the view, and washing the
last bit of soap from his body. He stepped out and left his son to his
devices.

      The hot, dripping wet view of his father was one of Luke's favorite
masturbatory fantasies. Many nights he had stroked his 6" cock to
completion imagining a steamy shower wrapped in his father's arms, cock to
cock, mouths locked in a passionate kiss. Fantasies were one thing, but
seeing the ferociously sexy man in the buff, sporting a proud hardon, was
another. Luke's cock was rigid in no time as he climbed in to join his
father. His cockhead brushed his father's ass as he positioned himself
behind him to wait his turn under the showerhead.

      Once his father was out of the shower, Luke's hand naturally found
his cock, and he began to slowly stroke it behind his father's back as he
walked out. The idea of being caught excited Luke and he wished desperately
that his father would look back and stroke his cock right along with
him. Luke continued to masturbate (his father had left the door open) and
he came all over the shower floor. His father just outside the bathroom,
peeked in just as his son came, and he found his hand wrapped firmly around
his still-hard cock. He peered in to find Luke now actually showering, and
John stroked his cock to orgasm at the sight of his son's deflating, spent
member.

      John's heart was racing. He had always been a show off, and he'd
known his son had admired him, but this was the first time he'd thought of
his son as a sexual object. He'd just rubbed one out to his son in the
shower. The idea was strange, but he did not dismiss it. He embraced
it. He'd always been a very experimentally sexual person, and though he
knew lusting after his son might be morally wrong and illegal, the idea
made it even hotter for him. He decided right there, as he coated the
hallway wall in his warm cum, that he would get much more bold with his
son. He wiped the wall clean with his thumb and licked the cum off as he
walked to his room to dress for the night.

To be continued...

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