Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2016 23:46:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Helping Hands

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"Thanks for the help today, bud," he said, pulling off his work gloves.

"No problem at all," I said, dumping the last of the trash in the big
can. The other workers had left a half-hour ago, and it was just him and
me, cleaning up. The hottest part of the day had passed, and there was a
cool breeze coming off the Intracoastal Waterway. I wiped the sweat off my
forehead with my forearm, taking in the view. Sure, I could have been
lazing on the beach, kicking back with some old high school buddies,
enjoying the freedom of this early part of the summer break, but he paid
cash, paid well, and I felt good about helping him out. It was the least I
could do for him.

He retrieved his cooler from the future laundry room, pulled out a couple
cold beers, tossed me one with an easy grin. We popped the tabs, toasted
each other, and he joined me by the big space where a huge picture window
would go in shortly. Boats hummed by on the waterway, the breeze rustled
through the long grass down by the dock, and in the distance, the surf
boomed along the beach. We contemplated it quietly, the tang of our sweat
in the air, appreciating the quiet after the all-day racket of
construction.

I was shirtless like him, enjoying the effects of a year of working out in
the campus gym, how much bigger, more defined my muscles had gotten. A lot
like his, without the thick pelt of dark chest fur he had. So when he
traced his thick fingers real lightly up my spine, it was skin on skin, and
I shivered just a little at the touch. Surprisingly soft, tender, for such
a big, burly construction dude. Maybe even a little tentative, as if I
hadn't spent every night and day since Easter reliving the way we'd
explored each other, in another half-built house like this down in the
Glades development. The way he'd kissed me, tasted my hard young muscles,
my sweaty skin, gently eased my cherry young hole open with his fingers,
his tongue, then the bare, slick bluntness of his big cock. Maybe he was
worried all that had freaked me out, that I regretted it. The smile I gave
him now eased his apprehension, and he continued to stroke lightly up and
down my spine, like I'd always loved, since I was a kid. A simple,
comforting, familial gesture that had fused with the erotic heat between
us, become something so much more meaningful, so much sexier. He smiled
back, handsome as hell, rugged and thick and manly, and mine. Kissed my
shoulder softly. Spread his fingers out along the bare expanse of my back,
adding his palm, rubbing more solidly, up and down, slow and smooth.

I turned to him more, leaned in, kissed his lips. His thick beard tickled
against my face a little, as he brought his other hand up to cup the back
of my head, leaning into our kiss more, pulling me in closer, until I felt
the sweat-damp tangle of his thick dark chest fur against my own slightly
sweaty pecs. Furry on smooth. Tongue on tongue. The taste of beer, cool
spit, the one cigarette he'd let himself have after lunch. The taste of my
father.

I fed Dad my tongue, slow and wet, and he grunted huskily around it,
accepting it, covering it with his own, the kiss smacking softly and going
longer, deeper, as he brought both his strong arms around me, cradling my
ass and kissing into me deeper. Fuck, he was so good at this, so damn good,
and I was fully, throbbingly hard inside my old cargo shorts. He was too,
two thick, steely bulges pressing into each other as he squeezed my firm
young ass and kissed me super deep. We hunched against each other in a
slow, sweet grind, as our tongues danced all thick and wet, our chests
pressing together, our hands exploring. I'd been hoping for this all day
long, my mind full of fervent fantasies about us together, the kinds of
things I'd dreamed about since I was 13 or 14, which had only just started
coming true this year. He'd been shooting me sidelong looks all day as we
passed each other, then longer, more contemplative ones as we ate lunch,
side by side on the tailgate of his truck. I was a little worried he might
not come to me like this, how I would handle a whole summer around him if
he didn't, what that would mean. Turns out, I had nothing to worry about at
all.

I reached between us, unbuttoned my shorts, let them fall to the floor in a
heap. He smiled real big, his big, work-rough hands caressing the twin
mounds of my ass through my sweat-damp boxer briefs as I unbuckled his
belt, felt the thickness of the fur on his solid-muscled stomach as I undid
the top button of his jeans. Spread the fly open, revealing his classic
white briefs, a little sweaty like mine, as equally packed with throbbing
cock.

"Here, buddy?" he asked in a husky murmur, pulling me back into him,
kissing the side of my neck, trailing his tongue slowly up it, tasting the
salt of the dried sweat there. I shivered a little, turning into him to
kiss him again, quick and hard, wet, hungry.

"Yeah Dad, just like Easter," I moaned back. He growled and kissed me hard,
thick, plunging his salty tongue back into my mouth, making my mouth
literally water for him, which just made him growl deeper, clutch my ass
more tightly, as he felt the cool spurt of saliva.

He kicked off his boots, slithered the rest of the way out of his jeans,
then picked me up bodily - god, the way his big arms flexed when he did
that - and lifted me over to the pallet of insulation, soft and crackling
beneath my weight under the plastic sheeting that covered it. I lay back,
grinning, loving his slow sliding touch up my hard thighs, over my hips,
the way he leaned in with a lusty stare and lapped at my armpits. I'd long
since sweated away my deodorant, it was just me there now, my salty sweat,
my young man's musk, and he moaned as he lovingly, hungrily, slowly lapped
his big wide tongue up through my pits. Made me shiver and whimper and
clutch at his big muscled back, submitting to him willingly, eagerly. We
kissed again, and I sucked my sweat off his tongue before he slid back
down, peeling my boxer briefs down and off, tossing them on the floor as he
crouched down and began to swallow my ragingly hard young cock, all the way
to the base, slow and wet and amazing.

Dad gave amazing head, and as hot as I'd been all day for him, plus the
fact that I hadn't jerked off since yesterday, meant I delivered a load to
him in hot, heaving spurts in a matter of minutes. He grinned, mouth full,
when he came up off my cock, then spat the thick, warm wad of it into his
palm. I growled, curled up, licked his lips, sucked the traces of his spit
and my seed from his beard, which turned into another epic tongue
battle. Meanwhile, he reached down between my thighs, slapping some of the
fluid on my tight, sweaty hole, and glazing hi cock with the rest. Probed
some of it inside me, slow and gentle, as I sucked on his salty tongue,
pushing the mix of spit and cum up into me, lubing me up, and then before I
even knew it, I felt the big, blunt head of his cock pushing there too. I
sucked harder on his tongue as he fed it to me, willed myself to relax, and
opened up to him.

It's a good thing this was a new development, most of the houses still
under construction, because my moans echoed loud, deep, as Dad skilfully,
deeply fucked me. Fucked me slow, fucked me long, fucked me deep, fucked me
hard. Fucked a second load out of me, lapping it up hungrily and
spit-feeding it to me as he rocked into me, his big thick warm mat of chest
fur plastered to his big pecs with sweat.

"Fuck... love you Dad," I moaned as our sweaty foreheads rested together,
as his hips drove his throbbing, hot thickness up deep inside me.

"Aw son... buddy... love you too kid, shittttt..." he moaned, and then I
saw and felt the telltale flex all over him, every muscle bulging, the
almost soundless gasp, and he was coming. Hard, deep, thick, inside of
me. Just like Easter. Just like I'd always wanted him to, up til
then. Wanted him to even more now.

So yeah, working with Dad over the summer - not all summer, he wasn't a
total slave-driver - definitely had its benefits. I was getting laid by a
super-hot guy, earning cash money, and every time I came home and drove by
the big, million-dollar house, saw how spectacular it looked, I had the
satisfaction of knowing what we'd done in there. That house, and over time,
probably a dozen more up and down our little island, all christened by me
and my Dad, once Maxwell Construction became Maxwell and Son.