Date: Wed, 7 May 2014 11:54:11 -0400
From: JM Stone <riversplash21@gmail.com>
Subject: Father's Chest: Part Five

Part Five:
Tit for Tat and Tits for Tatting

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction intended only as a literary stimulant
to enhance solo and safe sex. Anyone under age 18 should refrain from
reading its contents.  Please read the full disclaimer at the beginning to
Parts One, Two or Three. This story is intended for readers who appreciate
character progression more so than those who want depictions of highly
unusual sexual practices. Readers who like chest play will appreciate it
best. Enjoy.

A Father's Chest, Past and Present: Readers will find it advantageous and
rewarding to enjoy the story and character development in Parts One through
Four. They can meet Lee Jacobs, the straight, handsome, middle-aged father,
who has a body, chest and manly pecs beyond compare. But the upstanding Lee
is experiencing both marital and professional strife, yet wants to please
his son, Steve, however possible. But pleasing Steve takes the father into
a realm of sexual tensions for which he is ill prepared. Steve respects his
father, duals with his own bisexuality, and yet is too sexually turned on
by his dad to back away from seduction. Previously in Parts One - Four, the
father-son pair have advanced their interests and have shared their love,
but the father remains apprehensive and the son has grown a little
frustrated. Yet, they are hot about each other and when together. As the
story continues to unfold, Steve wants a more intense intimacy with his
father; his father, Lee, finds himself more and more turned on by his son,
but questions abound. Can they each find the answers and resolve they need?
Here's the continuing story in Part Five: Tit for Tat and Tits for Tatting.

By: Jammer Stone

Steve spent the rest of the day as relaxed and happy as he had felt in many
months.  He played tennis with his friend, Lenny, and while he did not play
well, he did not care that his friend enjoyed beating him and ribbing him
about taking him in two straight sets of 6-2, 6-2. While they were very
competitive and well matched on the court, Lenny seldom beat him so
handily. But Steve's mind was not on hitting a tennis ball, but on the past
hours with his handsome father.

Steve cherished the thoughts and memories of what had occurred when his
father had asked him to unbutton his shirt, when he had first discovered
his father's perfect nipples, and when he saw his dad first orgasm and the
release of his heavy love juices.

Lee went to his office and tried his best to forget the incidents with his
son. He knew he had enjoyed letting his son discover his body, and he had
really liked the sexual gratifications he and Steve had provided each
other, but otherwise, as the young man's father and a mature, responsible
older man, he did not want to be consumed by the excitement of what had
occurred.

Yet, both the son and the father considered that they had started to
approach the ultimate taboo, to finally make real the dreams that had
haunted both of them.  The dreams that had obsessed Steve; those that been
mental flashes that Lee often dismissed.

Steve deliberately avoided making plans that evening with Lenny, who
suggested they go have a few beers together.  He wanted to be at home with
his father.  His nuts had been on a slow boil all day in anticipation of
another session of son and dad smoking their hot bods together.

Lee took longer at the office and then purposefully found a couple of
errands to complete before heading home. He felt some intimidation now that
he knew his son held certain sexual powers over him or that he was so
vulnerable to doing things with Steve that he otherwise should not be
doing.  Lee was about five minutes from his subdivision when his phone
rang. It was his father-in-law needing a guest speaker for his civic club
that was meeting that night. Lee did not want to be bothered, but he
enjoyed his father-in-law quite a lot, he wanted to return a favor to him,
and the invite would create an excuse for him to be out of the house so
things could chill between him and his son.

"I do appreciate this, Lee.  Should be about 25 of us," Lee heard his
father-in-law explain. "Now if something comes up, just let me know. We can
come up with some other filler and I know this is real last minute."

"I am very glad to help you out, JL. Any time. And, by the way, how have
you been?"

"Well, fine considering my wife just took out over the weekend to join that
independent wife of yours and daughter of mine in Europe," JL protested to
his son "Between her shopping excursions and now this here Europe thing,
she is going to break me."

Lee knew that both he and his father-in-law had troubles at home. He knew
his wife and her mother were somehow more inclined to want to spend time
together than to be with their husbands. "Well JL, I am hoping this
extended European vacation will be over soon, they'll both be back home,
and we can return to some sense of normalcy. I hope you are well."

Lee's interest perked up when his father-in-law ended the call by again
thanking him for subbing at the night's meeting and then saying, "Well,
Lee, personally I have enjoyed some things to the point that maybe I don't
want them returning to normal."  Lee's stomach churned. He knew what his
father-in-law meant. He knew with his wife and her mother, JL's wife, were
entertaining each other and traveling together, he and his father-in-law
ere provided increased opportunities to enjoy themselves and their
relationship.

Following the club meeting that night, it pleased Lee that when he walked
into the house, Steve had dinner ready and that Steve was not displeased
that he was helping out JL.  He was proud of how responsible and mature his
son had become while away at college for the first two years. Lee knew
Steve loved his grandfather almost as much as his dad, and that if his
grandfather needed help then helping him took priority.  Yet, Steve's
masking of his own disappointment caused Lee to wonder if his son also was
having second thoughts about what they had done and how their father-son
relationship was changing.

Yet, it only took Lee's arrival back at the house after the civic group to
soon learn that nothing had changed with Steve and that his son was
anxious, assertive and apparently ready for action. Lee did not see his son
when he entered the house, so he went immediately to his room. He wanted to
get out of the dress clothes, relax, and have his first Scotch and water of
the evening. Lee could have worn a casual pullover to the event, but he
wanted to look professional, and he wanted his father-in- law to know that
it meant enough to him to dress up as much as possible. His presentation
had gone well.  His humor had worked; his presentation of interesting facts
had maintained his audience's attention, and his father-in-law had sat
throughout looking at him with a large smile and an adoring face.

Lee was about to unsnap the top button of his white shirt when he turned
and saw Steve entering his bedroom.  They spoke, Steve asked how the event
had gone, and then he held out the cocktail he had mixed for his father.

"Wow, Stevie, just what I had in mine. You do know me, my son."

And Steve smiled and replied softly, "Yes, I do, dad. I really do." Both
men looked at each other with a certain knowing glance of interest.

Lee took a couple of gulps from the drink, held it up, looked at it, and
said, "wow, that tastes and fills great, Steve. Thanks!" He took another
swig from it and knew the fine Scotch was relaxing him. He looked at his
son and winked. And then, the warm fires of fatherly love and the winds of
manly seduction raced through him.

Steve replied, "You deserve it, Dad.  You deserve to be taken care of and
shown way more special treatment than just having a drink brought to you."

Lee took another sip from the drink, but before he could realize what Steve
was doing, his son had moved into him, getting very close to him, and then
running his hand up to his neck and his fingers onto his meaty earlobe to
caress it.  Lee turned to look back at his son and to step away from him,
but before he could, Steve leaned in, turned his face directly to his, and
kissed his father on the mouth a couple of times quickly and then kissed
down his chin and up the side of his neck to the earlobe he had been
caressing.

The son could not resist his dad, the time alone with him, or the sexy
earlobe.  Regardless if his dad considered it out of place, he began to
tongue the meaty lobe lightly. Lee knew he should protest, but what his son
was doing felt so damn good. He felt wanted. The Scotch had relaxed
him. And the tonguing of his earlobe had started a slow beat in his loins.

Lee leaned back into his son, letting Steve embrace him. The son leaned in,
brought both of his hands up to the top button of his dad's dress shirt and
began to unbutton it.  He got the first two buttons undone, exposing some
of his father's sexy, mostly dark-colored chest hair, before Lee stopped
him.

"Son, let's not. Please. Damn, you feel great, you make me feel so good,
but we shouldn't be doing this; you shouldn't be doing this," the father
said trying to convince himself. "It's not right."

Steve knew his dad was turned on. He knew his father had to protest out of
a sense of fatherly obligation, if nothing else. He continued to tongue his
dad's earlobe and neck and then returned to unsnap a third button and to
pull his dad's shirt out wide exposing even more of his chest and upper
body. He noticed that few gray hairs dotting his father's studly
chest. "Dad, we've been over that. I want it badly. You deserve it. And
we're both adults."

Lee did not verbally protest or insist that Steve stop and leave the room,
but he moved over to the bed to sit down, gather his wits, and to consider
the opportunity. "Steve, yes, we are both adults. Yes, you admire things
about my body, and I admit that I am damn turned on by you, my own son. But
we need to limit what we do to maybe an occasional hug, a kiss, a little
touch, but going too far is against nature."

"Nature my ass," Steve said. "Since when did loving someone mean going too
far?"  Lee just looked at his son. He did not know how to respond. Instead,
his mind flashed to wanting to see Steve without his shirt. He recalled how
muscular his son's upper body was becoming, how sweet his chest muscles had
tasted, and what a turn on Steve's wide, pretty brown nipples had been.

Lee heard himself mumbling saying something to the effect of "Yes, we
talked about kissing. Fathers and sons can do that. We even talked about
giving massages, that's innocent enough. But, but, some of what has
happened between us already shouldn't have happened. Even as damn good as
it felt."

Steve studied his father and moved to sit on the bed with him. He knew his
dad's mouth said one thing, but his eyes and his bulging crotch said
something completely different.  Steve confidently knew he just needed to
keep pressing and reassuring him.  After all, the bulge indicated his dad
was turned on, the Scotch was relaxing him, and he knew just right where to
touch his father.

 "Dad, you deserve to be treated like a king, like the fine and loving man
that you are by someone who can satisfy your needs. If mom wanted to
satisfy your needs and spend time with you, she would be here. Not in
Europe wanting to take painting classes.  I am here. We are alone." And
without anymore hesitation, Steve leaned over, pulled the shirt tails to
loosen them from inside his dad's pants, leaned his father back on the bed,
and unbuttoned another button on his father's shirt before his dad grabbed
his hands and said, "No Stevie. Please, don't expose me. Don't make make me
too weak to resist your advances."

The sight of his father's white shirt spreading open even more to reveal
his hunky, hairy chest, his deep, sexy belly button, and most of all, his
succulent gorgeous nipples started Steve's cock into an immediate erection.
"Dad, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or even vulnerable, but
instead, you need to feel wanted, very much loved, and needed.  And I want
to be that person, oh yes, my daddy, I want to be that person."

His dad looked at him, smiled, and Steve watched as Lee looked down at his
hairy chest letting his eyes roam downward even further to take in the
bulging erection that his son had created. Lee knew that he wanted the same
thing as his son, but he simply could not move beyond the taboo nature of
it all. He was about to get up from the bed when Steve touched him on his
now bare belly and began moving his hand up the middle of his upper body,
spreading his partially unbuttoned shirt even wider.  "Dad, I know how to
make you feel good and feel loved.  I want to do everything with you.
We're all alone. It's just us. Nobody ever has to know a thing. All you
have to do is let me."

"I can't let you do it, Son.  I just can't.  I can't betray your mother
that way."

"You mean the way she has betrayed you? Going to Europe? Staying longer
than she said, not wanting you to join her? Even signing up for this
painting course, raving about the artist, going on like he may be fucking
her?"  Steve knew he had said too much.

His father responded immediately, "Shut up, Steve. That is between your
mother and me. Shut the fuck up!" Steve apologized immediately. His father
knew he was sincere.  Both men knew the tenseness in the room was thick.

Steve knew that a part of his father desperately wanted to continue between
them what had been started. He knew his father had thoroughly needed and
enjoyed the explosive orgasms he had experienced under his own son's loving
hands.  He also knew his father did not want to betray either his marriage
vows, especially not with another man who was his own son. Furthermore, he
also knew his father did not want to surrender his heterosexual pride.

Lee looked at his son, realizing that he had shouted at him too harshly
when Steve was simply showing his protective nature compared to the
neglectful ways of what his mother was demonstrating.  "Steve, we are both
tense. I shouldn't have shouted at you. I love you, son. Maybe you need to
let me get into some casual clothes, have another drink, and then let's do
something fun together that doesn't cross too many boundaries or create
conflict."

What Steve heard from his father sounded like compromising language, but he
also thought it sounded like rhetorical bullshit with both of them knowing
what each would find fun. Especially that was the situation with both of
them sitting there together on his father's bed, his dad's shirt half open,
and both of them sporting stiff cocks.

He decided to make up his dad's mind for him. Steve reached out and pulled
Lee to his feet, looking him in his eyes, leaned up, and kissed him again.
He put his arms around his father's waist and pressed their bodies against
each other.  He could feel his dad's hard on pressing against him and he
could feel his own, both trapped inside their pants.  And then, he could
feel their tongues tangled together, while listening to the moan escape
from deep within his father and feeling his own cock ramping up even harder
and harder.

Steve moved his hands under his father's loosened shirt to run them along
his back and to cup his dad's manly ass cheeks and then to massage them.
He felt his father respond and return the motions, first putting his hands
around his son's waist and then running them under Steve's pullover shirt,
up to his chest muscles.

"I love you, dad. Let's not disagree or fight."

"I love you, Steve. I don't intend to keep protesting or hurting you or
denying you, but we must take things very slow and be very sure."

Steve again kissed his dad fully. The kiss went deep and long. Both men
pressed their stiff cocks against the other. Lee's fingers found his son's
hot nipples. The father caressed his son's attractive tits, delighting in
the erection he brought to each.

Steve pulled back from their kiss and, looked Lee in the eyes and then
winked. His father's fingers working his own nips was heavenly. His cock
responded in kind. Both men smiled. Steve once again brought his hands back
up to the buttons on his father's dress shirt.  He began to unbutton the
remaining ones.  This time, he met no resistance.  While his hands worked
the buttons, he saw his dad lift his arms and to undo the buttons on his
shirt cuffs.  Steve pulled his dad's shirt tail out completely from his
pants at that time and pushed the shirt off his father's shoulders and let
it fall to the floor.

The son stepped back to admire the hunk of handsome masculinity in front of
him.  Although over 50 years old, his father had to be one of the sexiest
men he had ever seen.  He could not remember Sean Connery, Gary Cooper, or
Cary Grant being either so macho or so damn hot and sexy when shirtless on
the big or small screen. His mind flashed to visions of the father figure,
played by actor Brian Kelly, on the TV series, Flipper, and thought he and
his dad compared, yet Steve still knew his dad made him the hottest of all.

His dad's hair-covered pecks were well developed from the time he spent
working out. Lee did not have six-pack abs per se, but his stomach was hard
and in great shape.  And his father's nipples were beyond compare. Steve
studied the handsome pips and thought "Oh god, I so want one of them in my
mouth again."

Both of the fine fatherly tits were erect and looked so damn tasty.  They
capped his father's chest in just the right place, looking bold and
clinging to the edge of his curvy peck as though they could slide off.  Not
being able to resist, Steve reached up with both of his hands and started
rubbing his dad's pecks, letting the fatherly chest hair flow through his
fingers. The son relished the moment with his father.  "Oh my, dad. Damn!
Damn! You are one wildly sexy man!"

Lee tried to break the tension that might be left. He smiled widely and
said, "I guess if God gave me this chest that you like so much; it's only
right to let you solve your curiosity about it. Who knows, maybe you'll
realize that it's just flesh and bone and some hair."  Before Steve could
stop himself, he added, "and the most gorgeous nipples ever to crown a
dude's pecks."  And his fingers squeezed down on both of his dad's tits.
Both men moaned.

Steve moved in closer to his father, placing his hands more solidly on his
father's hairy chest, feeling the hard pecs and letting his thumbs come
around to strum the erect nipples. Touching his father's lips with his own
again, the moment grew intense.

Lee placed his hand on the back of his son's head, both tilting their heads
to begin getting into a deep and probing kiss. Closing his eyes, Steve
could now feel his father's big wet tongue enter his own mouth. He felt the
tongue rub against his own, then intertwining with his own, allowing him to
taste his dad's warm tongue. They continued to kiss long and without
stopping.

Steve continued strumming over his father's nicely colored nipples, using
his thumbs to circle the left nipple, massaging it, playing with it. Their
lips smacked as they took a quick moment to breath before continuing to
kiss longer. To Steve, it felt like an eternity kissing his own father.

Lee ran his hand up his son's pants, feeling his boxers underneath, and
then spreading his son's legs to run the palm of his hand oh so close to
his son's stiff cock, yet purposefully avoiding it. He knew his son had a
hard on, and it wasn't going down.

Lee left his son's lips to run his hot, slick tongue down his son's
neck. Feeling his son's hot breath near him, kissing his neck, bringing out
his hand to gently grab his son's neck, then positioning himself to look at
him. With their eyes in direct contact, his son gasping lightly and
breathing hot and hard, Lee embraced Steve tightly, chest to chest, and
again took his son to kiss solidly on the lips.

Steve again felt the awesome tongue of his dad's inside his mouth. Steve
began to suck on it, like a dick. Both men could not fathom that kissing
another man could be so hot, so natural, and so damn sweet.  Finally they
parted, Lee pulling his lips from the suction of his Steve's wanting mouth.

Looking closely at his son, stepping back a few inches, breathing fast, and
almost gasping for air, Lee said, "That is so nice, Steve. Gosh, you are a
hot, young man, I never imagined."  Lee was also now breathing fast and
sporting his own huge erection under the confines of his pants. Steve
looked down to observe the wet spot of pre-cum soaked through his dad's
shorts and dress pants. Both men smiled.  Steve said, "Damn dad. We want
each other so much, I want to give you every pleasure."

Lee reached down to grab his own hard on telling his son that he was one
hell of a kisser. "Your kisses get me charged way too much, son. You are a
helluva stud."  Steve told his father that he's even a better one, both an
excellent kisser and a hotly handsome stud of a man. "Like I said, dad,
everybody from mom's society friends to my horny dude friends, think you
are one awesome and tremendously sexy dude. I mean, almost every time
you've ever been in the pool with me and my friends, at least one of them
has commented on your bod." Steve tries to caress his dad's stiff cock
thorough his pants, but once he touches Lee, Lee moans a little and then
pushes his hand away.  "Not now, please, not right now. Oh yes, it would
feel so good, but not now, my son."

Lee stood up from the bed hoping to break some of intense heat of the
moment. Steve couldn't take his eyes off the wet spot on his father's pants
or off his father's erection. He wanted to hold it in his palm so damn much
even if hidden by his father's dress slacks. Lee noticed him looking at it,
and called his attention to his face. "You know, Stevie, look at us, just
our hot kissing is so erotic until we both are very turn on. It's okay to
get aroused by kissing me. But this is another indication of how dangerous
our relationship could be at another level."

Steve stood up to show off his own erection under his pants. He started to
remove his pants so his dad could see just how hard and excited and ready
he was, but once he unsnapped his pants, his father insisted that he remain
clothed. Steve obeyed. Lee chuckled and then said, "I feel like I need to
ask you if you need something other than the physical stuff. Maybe, a good
laugh? Some advice? Perhaps a loan? You know something to make me feel
fatherly." Steve shook his head no, but his dad asked, "Tell me, do
you. Any advice, anything?" Steve wanted so badly to ask his dad about any
of sexual adventures with his own sex, yes, with another guy, but just
couldn't bring himself to ask him.

The anxious son shook his head negatively and anxiously got ready to run
his hands up his dad's hairy chest to again strum his pointed tits with his
thumbs, but his father stopped him. "Maybe this is the point at which we
stop this, for now," his dad said. "It's been enough. We can both shower
alone to rid ourselves of these," Lee said, again grabbing his own
erection. The size and charm of his dad's hard on turned Steve on without
compare.  He then heard his dad say, "So, that's all for now Steve.  But I
love you, son."

Strangely, Lee felt a rush of disappointment sweep through his loins, as
Steve agreed and began heading towards the door. Not believing his own
voice, Lee called for Steve to stop and said, "Come back here for just a
minute, Stevie." Steve did as he was told and approached his father. With
both men standing fully erect in front of each other, their hard ons
tenting their pants, Lee wanted his son to feel encouraged. He was terribly
torn between meeting his fatherly obligations and stopping their deviant
actions and accepting things so both he and Steve could maximize each
other's pleasure. Unexpectedly, he heard himself asking Steve, "Before you
leave son, do you want to kiss me again? Now that, I could enjoy."

Steve smiled, leaned in, placed his hands on his father's bare torso, drew
his Father close to him, and felt both erections rubbing up against each
other, Separated only by the fabric of their pants and under shorts. Being
an inch or two taller, Lee bowed his head into his son's waiting lips and
they kissed again. Steve used the opportunity to rub his hips into his
father's erection running his hands back to his father's back, reaching
downward to his father's ass, having each hand grab a hot bubble of his
dad's butt cheeks.

Kissing hotter then ever, Lee reached out at first to quickly pinch and
tease his son's erect nipples and then to reach back and around to grab his
son's ass. Lee pushed his son's hips into his own hard erection. Both men
groaned.  Both felt their cocks spiking each other; Steve's dick seemed
harder, Lee's felt fatter and thicker.

Steve broke the grasp to quickly say, "Please dad, let's take our pants
off. Let's get closer, touch each other better, to discover and love."  Now
running his middle finger down his son's pants to outline his son's cheeks
and find his crack, Lee knew he was as horny as he had ever been with
anyone.  He did not answer his son, but embraced him again and kissed him
with tremendous pent up passion.

Steve released a long moan liking both the intensity of his dad's kiss and
his father's finger outlining and discovering his ass. He hunched quickly
once, twice, three times and then repeatedly at his father's fat cock.  Lee
pushed his entire long finger down the obvious crack of his son's ass
though covered as it were. Steve spread his ass to allow his dad more
access. Still, without an answer from his dad, Steve found the clasp to his
father's pants, fumbled a bit with it, but unsnapped it. He then found the
zipper to lower it. His father moaned and continued to play with Steve's
ass.

Steve loosed the pants from his dad's ass, but rather than taking the time
or chance to lower them, he reached in to feel his father's impressive
mound covered now only by his cotton briefs. The rock hard daddy dick
thrilled Steve. He realized just how much he enjoyed feeling off his dad
through his briefs. There was a certain softness and sensitivity
involved. With his free hand his pushed the backside of Lee's pants away
from his butt.

Lee broke the kiss, felt his pants about to fall away from his body as
looked at his son, and thought it was time to end their interplay. "And
maybe this is where I have to say, goodnight," he said to his son.

Steve hesitated, not believing that his dad was about to stop the action
between them yet again. He understood his father's hesitation, but the
pattern was growing intensely frustrating. Steve squeezed his dad's cock
through his briefs. He started to yank down his dad's short and force
himself on the man he loved; yet he knew he had to respect his father. He
could not remove his hand though.

"Son, I..." Lee tried to speak, thinking he needed to explain himself, yet
Steve's hand stroking his stiff and needy dick through the softness of his
Calvin Klein briefs felt so incredible. He felt Steve's lips tracing his
neck and running along his shoulder blade. He gasp, he moaned, he did not
want to end the encounter. He then heard his son whisper, "Oh, no. Please
daddy, you don't have to stop this now!"  With a grace that amazed his dad,
the young man swept both of his hands down his father's long, hairy legs
getting his dad's pants down to his ankles and out of the way. He caressed
both legs several times, going from the ankles to just under his father's
crotch and back down again. Lee watched with breathy anticipation. His
son's massaging hands felt fabulous. He closed his eyes, adjusted his stiff
cock with his hand, and let Steve enjoy the feel of his masculine legs,
calves and thighs.

Steve stopped, but quickly stood up again and within seconds removed not
only his own pullover shirt, but his pants as well. Lee swallowed deeply,
again seeing that his son had manipulated the situation. He could not take
his eyes from his son's tented briefs. He observed again how damn long and
proud Steve's fine dick looked captured only by a small piece of fabric.

"Damn Steve, you are so fine, but really, let's call it a night, for both
our good..."

"Are you kidding me, dad?  Look at us; we're both so hot and wanting
this. I am not stopping and I am not saying goodnight.  Not for anything in
this world." The young man put his arms around his father and pulled him to
his body, letting their bare chests rub together and kiss.

Lee whispered, "Steve, I just wanted to say that I...I don't know what to
do.  I've never thought things could be like this before... you know...with
another guy... with my own boy."

Damn his father was adorable with such a shy, reserved look on his face,
Steve thought. He then said, "Don't worry about it, dad.  I'll take care of
you. Didn't I in the shower?  In my bed? And you don't have to do anything
you don't want to do."

"But son, I should guide you. If anything, I should take the lead. But I am
not even sure of my own emotions. Of what I feel, of..."

Steve interjected, "I think you've found already, dad, that things can come
to you naturally. They already have."  And to again remind his father and
their mutual interest and pleasures, the son reached up and rubbed one of
dad's excited, meaty nipples with his index finger, causing Lee to jerk and
moan.

"Damn, son. Damn, my boy. You really do know my spot. Just the spot. And
just what to do to get me going again and again. I tell ya, Steve, my nips
must be hot wired right to my cock."

Steve smiled and spent a good while again working his dad's sensitive tits,
massaging his strong pecs, and kneading his large breasts. With his
father's eyes closed and his dad obviously turned on by the tit work, Steve
whispered, "Here dad, let me get you completely out of all of this."  Lee
neither moved nor objected as Steve removed his pants and then took his
dad's briefs by the flanks and pushed them down to the floor.  Not wanting
to miss anything, Steve looked up as he lowered his dad's briefs to take in
every sight as out popped the most beautiful cock he'd ever seen.  It had
to be nearly eight inches long, noticeably above average, and jutting out
above a very full-looking nutsac.  Steve questioned that his own cock could
be longer. He was truly mesmerized at both the length and girth and appeal.
The son was amazed that he having this effect on the one man the he had
admired and desired for so many years.  It was almost too much to
comprehend. He was glad his mother was out of the picture.

Not wanting his dad to lose the heat of the moment, Steve again began to
kiss his down his father's neck to his chest and over to each of his
nipples.  He worked on his dad's erect right nipple with his hot, moist
tongue while teasing and pinching the other one with his fingers.  The
repeated deep moans assured him that his dad was enjoying every minute of
it.

"Damn son. Fuck!  You're tongue and fingers make my nips fuckin' electric."

Steve reached down to gently caress his father's bare cock. It was hot. He
held it the palm of his hand, not stroking it, just appreciating it. "Oh
yes, dad, you are damn great. Everything about you is the absolute best --
your body, your mannips, this big cock!"  Steve felt his dad rubbing his
shoulders. He looked up at his face.  To see him staring down at his son
with serious lust in his eyes made Steve shiver.

Realizing that Steve's next move would be to likely trail his tongue down
his body and to his hardened and extended cock, Lee knew he had to
intervene. He did not want them to again overstep more than they had
already.  "Son, I want you to know that I appreciate what you do for me.  I
want it.  In fact, I want it very much.  But I want you to know that we
shouldn't. What we've done so far has been much more than I ever
expected. Your admiration is more than I deserve." Steve stopped his dad,
but Lee insisted, "Let me continue, son.  I just don't want you to do
something that you're going to regret later on. We need more time to
consider things."

His dad's continued insistence to stop the heated moments and intense
activities between them really frustrated Steve. Yet, he had to understand
where his dad's mind and thoughts might be. His dad's concern for his
mental well being was thoughtful, yet he had no interest in that thought
stopping the sex they could enjoy. Steve smiled, winked, and then took a
step forward, assertively grabbed both his cock and his dad's, bringing
them together. The stiff cocks hugged together. On impulse, both he and his
dad rocked their bodies, letting the dicks play and caress and tease each
other.  Droplets of pre-cum bubbled from both. Steve relished the moment;
Lee again feared that his son was about to drop to his knees to take
control of his horny cock.

"Oh man, Stevie. You don't even know how much I want to, but please, stop
this..." yet Steve wasn't even going to acknowledge the statement with a
response.  He smiled at his father, rubbed his thigh lovingly and then went
to work stroking their penises with great precision.  He could see both
cocks getting hotter. Although his dad had cum twice in the past day, he
knew his old man had been too long without good, hard, unqualified sex.

"Oh shit!  Damn, son!  Stevie, my baby," Lee moaned, leaning his head back,
closing his eyes and letting Steve work their dicks together. "Oh.  You
like this, don't you dad?" Steve grinned, knowing the answer would be a
solid confirmation.

"Fuck yeah!"  Lee said. "Of course, I do. A lot, my son!"

Steve saw the heat overtake his father's entire body. Sweat beaded on his
chest. He knew it had been too long since his dad had enjoyed the hard
thrills of great sex. It was time to skip the rest of the foreplay and get
to the meat of the matter. He licked his lips, took one last stroke to
enjoy his shaft caressing his father's penis, and then looked down. He
kissed his dad in the middle of the chest, quickly licked at his left tit
to perk it back up again, and then leaned down to trace his tongue down his
father's treasure trail to get to the treasure.

Lee Jacobs was hot, turned on, and close to a ball breaker, yet he knew he
had to once again halt Steve's intentions. He did not want to, yet he knew
if Steve took his thriving cock in his mouth, he would blow a cum in
seconds. Without another thought, he pushed Steve from his body, almost
causing his naked son to fall to the floor. Lee knew he needed to be smart,
fast, and creative, knowing that stopping what Steve wanted to do had to be
done for now, but knowing he needed to let his son know he wanted to keep
their attractions alive.

"Sorry, Stevie. But don't go there. Not now, I have something though I'd
like for you to do for me. Something exciting, something that will get us
both there."

"What, dad. Name it! Anything," Steve responded open and willingly. Lee
took his son by the hand, guided him to the bed, where he lay down and
invited Steve to join him.

When his son pushed up beside him, the older man could not resist his boy's
fine shaft. He reached out to gather it in, palm it, and stroke Steve's
penis and then turned to look at him, snuggle with him, and place his meaty
pecs and hairy chest next to Steve's elongated cock.

"You touching my pecker feels great, dad. Just great," Steve said as Lee
gripped his cock with purpose and stroked it several times to prime it. He
shifted his body to lean down. Steve looked at his father, at first,
wondering if his dad was going to put his mouth to his dick, but then he
saw his dad take the head of his cock and begin to run its head all over
his fatherly chest.

Steve could not believe either the scene or sensational feeling as he
watched his dad manipulate his dick. The sexual fires inside him blazed as
his dad took his cock and ran it through the thickest hair on his manly
chest. The sensation was incredible as Steve felt the multiple stimulants
of his dad holding his cock, running its head over his hot chest, and
teasing his piss slit with the silky hairs rising from his bulbous pecs and
the valley of his middle chest.

Steve just about blew his load as he watched his dad run his cockhead
around and over first his left nipple and then over to his right
nipple. Steve was in awe. Lee then stopped and teased his right tit again
and again and again, using his son's round dickhead to stimulate his meaty
mannips, getting both of them fired up.  Steve groaned, Lee moaned, and the
sweat of intendr lust broke out on both of their bodies. Steve watched
mesmerized as his studly dad deliberately aimed the hole of his son's dick
right at the tit point of his nipple, drilling the dick slit until it
opened to mouth Lee's substantial tittie tip.

"Oh dad, oh man, this is so sensuous," Steve gasped. Lee reached down to
hold and caress his son's ballsac as he continued massaging every part and
parcel of his hairy chest with Steve's cock.  It turned Lee on to no end
whenever his son's cockhead teased over each nipple. Steve was leaking vast
sums of pre-cum enough to paint his dad's meaty tits and to leave a wet
trail in his chest hairs running from one of Lee's dark brown mannips to
the other. "Damn dad, damn. You make me so hot!"

"Like it, Steve? Like this fun? I do know a little something about sex and
fun and imagining what another dude might like."

"This is great dad, just splendid," Steve reassured. The son then turned to
get on top of his dad, to straddle his belly. Lee smiled, relaxed fully on
his back, and then looked down to take in Steve's long, hard cock resting
at the ridges of his pecs.

Lee took his son's cock to work it between his tits, encouraging his son to
hump his muscular chest.  "Take your cock now, Steve," the father
instructed. "Slap it hard - fucking slap my chest with your jock cock! Beat
me with that fucking meat like you mean it!"

Steve did not hesitate. He did as he was told, enjoying both the thought
and action of slapping his young, hardened cock against his dad's big
chest, watching Lee's handsome face looking down at his son's dick slapping
on his chest intensely. Steve saw he was leaking some precum and saw it mix
with his dad's sweat and stick in his hair between his pecs. His head spun
with the image.

"Now you're doing it!" Lee bragged, "Keep it up, Stevie. Slap it! Come on,
slap it."

The son worked his cock big time over his father's handsome pecs and felt
it press against the warm, wet furry mounds as well as the erect nubs of
the daddy nips. He raised it up and snapped it down to slap his dad on each
erect tit with it. He did it again and again, noticing the redness that
occurred around his father's areolas.

"Yes Stevie, yes. Work my pecs, beat my nipples with that awesome cock of
yours, boy." He kept encouraging his son and then suddenly he grabbed
Steve's ass, squeezed it tight, as Steve slapped his chest again with his
long, stinging cock pole.

"Now tit fuck me, boy!" he commanded. Steve wasn't sure what his dad
meant. "Wrap your legs around me and then rub your cock in the crack
between my tits. Push the head of your cock over my tits. All over just
like you're fucking my chest and pecs and mantits!" Lee said with a grin
and with a sexual strain sweeping his voice.

He leaned forward and took one of Steve's nipples into his mouth and sparks
shot through Steve's body at the sensation. Lee felt his son shudder and
moan, and he pulled back a bit.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, it just feels so good" Steve replied, now panting hard.

"Good, but don't you cum yet. I'm not done playing," he said with a wicked
grin and pressed against his son again, this time kissing his shoulder and
neck as Steve continued to hump.

Steve heard his dad chuckle quietly to himself, right in his ear and then
whisper "You like tit fucking me don't you? You like that feeling of being
up against me, a real man, and having my hairy sweaty body against yours,
huh?"

"Hell, yes, dad. Damn, yes!" Steve replied, He slapped his rock hard cock
against his dad's hirsute chest again and again. He snapped the head of his
elongated cock right against Lee's big right tit. "Tit fuck me some more,
son. Go ahead. Tit fuck your old man, Screw my pecs!" Lee ordered and
encouraged.

Steve had just wondered what it might be like to run his stiff cock down
directly flat on his father's chest and to push it quickly back and forth
between the muscular pectoral muscles crowning his father's awesome
chest. And now that his dad was encouraging him to do just that, he was not
going to stop. Steve hunched up his hips to position his hard cock flatly
and fully on the hot skin of his dad's hairy chest. And then he began to
hunch back and forth more seriously than before. He could feel the sides of
his dad's pecs teasing the sides of his swollen cock.

Lee smiled, appreciating how much he could turn Steve on. When Steve began
to fuck his chest muscles, at first he reach up to grab, hold, teach and
pinch both of his son's fine tits. He whispered to his son, "Yeah, ride me,
boy. Ride me, Steve. Gosh, yes." Steve began to hunch his father's
chest. Lee continued to caress his son's nipples and to squeeze at Steve's
chest muscles. "Yes, Stevie. You have a thing for my tits, kid, but son,
yours are wider and prettier and fresher than mine."

Steve moaned and groaned with the action. His dick grew stiffer and hotter
and leaked massive amounts of pre-cum. His dad got him worked up even more
by stimulating his tits beyond control. And his dad's voice and
encouragement added to the fires of his sexual splendor. He heard his
father continue, "yes sir, kid, here your dick is a little longer than
mine, and your tits are wider and get even perkier than my own. You are
some damn stud, Stevie."

Steve felt the first faint traces of orgasm begin down deep in his
body. His dad pinched down on both of his now reddened nipples before
leaving them. His cock was painfully swollen from the wonderous feel of
rubbing on his dad's sexy chest. "I love you, dad, damn, I love you, old
man, You are so hot, so good, and your chest drives me fucking stupid."

Knowing how to make the moment even better for Steve, Lee grabbed his own
pecs, squeezed them and then brought them tightly together to form a tight
tunnel around his son's assaulting cock. ""Fuck me, Steve. Screw my pecs
now, faster, harder! Love my tits," Lee encouraged.

Steve moaned, "Oh dad, that is so good, so tight, I can feel your pecs all
over my dick."  Steve looked down to see his father twisting vigorously at
his own handsome nipples to enable Lee to both stimulate himself and keep
his son's cock wrapped tightly in his bulbous pecs. He felt Steve's lengthy
cock stabbing quickly time and again through the thick hairs of his chest
and from one to the other of the pec sleeve he had created. He heard Steve
groan deeply and knew his son was about to cum.

Steve was hot, sweating and on the verge. He was turned on by not only the
feeling of hot love between his cock and his dad's beautiful hairy chest,
but also by seeing his dad twisting so hard at the nipples that had
enthralled him for years.  He knew at some point he would want to torture
those tits to bring his dad off just like he was about to be brought
off. He felt the tip of his dad's cockhead hitting him in the behind as his
dad hunched to increase their pleasure. When he looked behind and saw his
father's fat cock leaking wet, the entire scene took him over the edge.

"Oh, oh, argh!" Steve uttered as orgasm overwhelmed him and his big dick
began to fire shot after shot of wet, sticky cum through the canyon of his
dad's chest muscles and onto his dad's throat and neck and chin.  Steve
fired several times.  He heard his dad encouraging him, "Yeah, my stud
son. That's out, baby. Fire it, Stevie! Fire that boy stuff all over your
daddy. Ride my chest, screw my pecs!"

Before Steve could finish all of his spurting, Lee took advantage of the
moment to roll his chest toward his son's fiery dick. He positioned his
sizeable and now erect nipple near the slit of Steve's cummy cock, held his
son's penis, and let the last spurts and drips of Steve's cum drown the
entire surface of his sexy, fatherly nipple.  Lee's actions were not lost
on Steve as the last throes of the tremendous orgasm caused his dick to
jerk, his head to quiver, and his body to tremble.

"Oh dad, you are so good, so good to me, and so good for me." Lee took his
son's hands and guided them up to his sperm-soaked tit. "Stevie, rub your
juice into my nub there. Make sure your cum penetrates that nipple. Lee
watched as Steve eagerly met his dad request, spending a minute or more
smoothing his thick cum around the nipple, making its pretty color look
slick and alive.

As the two men further relaxed, Lee let go of his son's penis that was
losing its extreme hardness. He reached for his own hard cock just as Steve
fell back to see his father's very swollen and leaking mancock just inches
from his mouth. He could not resist, he quickly leaned over to kiss his
father's shaft. Knowing his dad would not want him to envelop him with his
mouth or begin to suck him, Steve chose to delicately kiss up and down his
daddy's awesome dick.

Lee held his man cock by the base, watching intently as his son
passionately kiss up and down it. Lee gasp, groaned, and flirted with
ordering Steve to suck him off.  He knew the feeling would be incredible,
yet his paternal reservations won out, and he watched carefully as Steve
slowly and with great care kissed repeatedly up and down his shaft.

"That's great, Steve. So nice. Feels real good, I love you, son."

Feeling his father's pubes tickling his nose and enjoying the excitement of
his lips kissing the skin and veins of his dad's awesome cock, Steve
relished the moment. Again, he flirted with quickly consuming his dad's
cock with his full mouth, yet he knew not to do it. His father was excited
and comfortable with what was going on and he would keep it at that. Still,
he could not resist sticking his tongue out to lick up and down the
eight-inch shaft a few times to really taste the salty skin.

"I'm going to stroke off, Steve. Move up, kiss my belly, drill your hot
tongue into my belly button. And hold my balls in your palm," Steve heard
Lee direct him. The son gladly followed orders. And from close range, he
watched, as his dad began to masturbate his mature, sexy love stick.

Between the lengthy foreplay he and Steve had enjoyed, experiencing the
excitement of his son's cum, and having Steve kiss along every portion of
his stretched penis for a minute or so, and now feeling his son's tongue
screw his navel while Steve caressed his boiling nuts, Lee immediately felt
his own orgasm begin. Waves of lust and sexual gusts rocked his body.

With Steve tenderly massaging his balls, the cum shot throughout his
loins. He cried out greater than his son had ever heard him whimper as the
first mighty shot of heavy, thick man cum left his body to hit his son on
the face. A second shot followed, and then Lee lifted his hips off the bed
unable to control himself as his son controlled his nuts, forcing his cum
to be more intense than he could ever remember.

"Stevie, Stevie, my nuts, oh, my nuts, you've got all of me, kid!"  And as
he felt his father's balls erupt, he watched up close and personally, as
his dad arched his powerful hips and fired off. "Yeah Stevie, oh my!" Steve
treasured the moment as his father's voluminous cum rained down on him,
hitting his face, drenching his shoulders, even running down over his chest
and onto his nipples.

"Oh yes, dad, wow, wow, my father is such a fuckin' shooter."  Lee kept his
hips raised and let every bit of the cum leave his body, allowing himself
to enjoy the splendor of the time and moment with his lovable son. He felt
the last stream of his man juice run out to dribble between Steve's
fingers. His dick felt too sensitive following the ball breaking cum. When
he felt his son run a hand up his hairy torso, to find and twist his right
nipple, he shivered. He fell back in the bed. Spent. Totally spent. Done
well by his adorable son.

With their heads lying at opposite ends of the bed, Steve used his free
hand to gently rub his dad's leg, enjoying the feel of both the muscle and
hair. It was a nice time for both men. Lee nonchalantly caressed his son's
bare shoulder, occasionally letting his fingers trail to Steve's nipple. He
knew he was beginning to like stroking his son's fresh mannips as much as
Steve was enjoying his mature ones.

The twosome relaxed in their afterglow there on Lee's bed for about 10
minutes. Their ball breaking cums had been satisfying. Feeling the
stickiness of his son's cum all around his neck and drying on the hairs of
his chest, Lee finally patted Steve on his rump and said, "Follow me, let's
take a shower together. We can use mine. I want you to soap me up."

End Note: Comments about this chapter, the actions, the characters, or
anything related are invited at Riversplash21@gmail.com.  Any graphic
guesses as to where the action is going between father and son and perhaps
others will be enjoyed by those responsible for Lee and Sieve's upcoming
actions and activities.