Date: Tue, 13 May 2014 01:27:40 -0400
From: JM Stone <riversplash21@gmail.com>
Subject: His Fathre's Chesst, Part 6

PART SIX:
FINGERING FATHER TO A FANTASTIC FINISH

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.  The presentation design attempts to prevent it from
being offensive or morally repugnant.  The practices and relationships in
this story are purely fictional. See full disclaimer at Part One.

Preview Notes: Readers are encouraged to read this series from its
beginning to get the full impact of the characters and their actions. In
Part Six here, the tension continues between the son, who wants unbridled
sex with his father, and his father, who wants to take things slow and
easy. The excitement of their love and sex builds to a crescendo. While the
father looks for resolve about the taboo involved, he cannot deny how much
ultimate raw pleasure his son provides. Enjoy!

By: Jammer Stone

Both Lee and Steve knew their father-son relationship grew more exciting
and intense with each encounter. Steve knew his dad became more and more
comfortable with their sexual exchanges each time they kissed, each time he
caressed his father's fabulous nipples, and each time they witnessed each
other shooting a load His father initiating the tit fuck went beyond
Steve's imagination of what his dad might enjoy.

Lee realized that the taboo diminished a little more each time, that
crossing the forbidden lines became more exciting and less threatening, and
that the experience of a new kind of love affair had captured both him and
his son.  His son also made him feel comfortable with gay sex by not
pushing him to do things that he just wasn't ready to do.

Following their latest bout of passionate father-son sex, they relaxed 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 hard muscle and
soft hair. It was a nice time for both men. Lee nonchalantly caressed his
son's bare foot, occasionally letting his fingers toy with each of Steve's
toes. He knew he was beginning to like caressing his son's body as much as
Steve enjoyed his own.

The twosome felt the afterglow there on Lee's bed for about 10
minutes. Their ball breaking sex had been satisfying and draining.  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,
and let's take a shower together. We can use mine. I want you to soap me
up."

Steve did not immediately follow his father from the bed to his shower, but
instead, he purposefully let Lee get up so he could enjoy the sight of his
naked father walking from the bed to the bathroom.  Steve admired the view
from the back, his dad's wide shoulders, his nearly unblemished bare back,
and his terrifically bulbous, hard and well-sculpted ass.

Steve again fantasized about some point in the future when his dad would
offer him his sexy butt, and Steve would be able to make mad, passionate
love to the most attractive man he knew on the planet. He ached for the
time when his father would offer his ass to him. Steve often imagined what
it would be like to first enter his father with his cock; to bore his shaft
all the way into his dad's most private of spaces; and to join their bodies
as one.

"Damn dad, your ass looks so fuckin; hot," Steve said as he placed his
hands behind his head and waited for his dad to respond.

Lee turned, enjoyed the view of his son's open arm pits and bare chest,
smiled, thanked his son for the compliment, and then asked, "I thought you
were going to join me for a shower? Speaking of ass, get yours up, kid."

Steve replied, "Oh, I am, I am, I just wanted the view from here of your
pretty, sexy ass heading that way." Steve paused, and then quipped, "And if
will come back over here and help me up, I would appreciate the hand, and I
will admire your front side Your long-hanging cock swaying as you walk back
here; your strong, hairy legs, your sexy belly; of course, your luscious,
hot tits; and your handsome face, my dear dad."

Lee did not hesitate. Steve mentioned wanting his help and wanting to
admire him, and Lee was game for both of those. He slowly walked back over
to the bed and offered Steve his hand. As he stood by the bed looking down
at Steve, he watched as his son slowly reached out and took his shaft
rather than his hand.

"Fooled you, dad. Just let me hold this fabulous cock of yours for a
moment." Steve held it; and Lee stood there allowing his son to enjoy the
father dick. As Steve held his father's cock and played with the slices of
foreskin, the highlights of the past days flashed through his mind.

Squeezing his dad's thick pecker, Steve thought about their first intimate
moment when he unbuttoned his dad's dress shirt.  He could still hear his
father telling him, "Please, Stevie. Strip me. Get this damn, starched
shirt off me." Mental pictures ran through his mind of leaning up, grabbing
the shirt at his dad's shoulder and peeling it backward. Electric charges
raced up and down his body, as he revealed more and more of his father's
gorgeous torso. Steve knew he would long remember the sight that day of his
dad's upper body, nicely tanned and with enough hair to be manly and
attractive, but not so much as to be too furry or to hide the curvatures of
his fantastic muscles.

Steve thought about how he had lingered to study the protuberant roundness
and melon size of his father's chest muscles, and when he parted his
father's shirt enough to see his Lee's delectable, deep brown, and perfect
left nipple. He knew his dad saw a tidal wave of excitement overtake his
son when Steve studied his father's tits up close and personal.

Steve also knew that Lee saw his facial expression of euphoria and that it
pleased his father. Lifting the shirt from around his father's waist, chest
and shoulders, Steve remembered exclaiming, "Damn dad, damn!  I just don't
know any older guy who has a chest as hot as yours.  Damn!"

Thinking now to the times he had excited his father by teasing, working or
even pinching down on his nipples, Steve smiled while lying there on the
bed.  The son again squeezed his dad's cock and stroked it delicately.  His
brain flashed to the first time he sampled his father's perfect
nipples. Steve recalled being swept away by the need to love his father and
to discover his physical essence.

While the son delayed the shower with his father, he continued to caress
Lee's pecker, enjoying its feel and size there in his palm. Thinking back a
few nights, Steve recalled leaning over his father in the bed to turn off
the bedside lamp and his father's studly nips became too irresistible.
That night while looking down at Lee's bare chest, the prettiest spot of
all mesmerized Steve. He admired the size, color, texture and allure, and
then realized how damn available it was to him. The beauty and sex appeal
of it all was right there, just inches from him, uncovered, seductive,
sexy, hot, and crowning his father's chest, and available now with his
father asleep.

The son felt his body tremble as he thought back to when he descended his
warm lips to discover his dad's wide, puffy right nipple. Steve kissed his
father's marvelous right tit and then licked around its colorful areola. A
wide smile overtook Steve's face as he relished that moment and the
reaction it brought from his wonderful father.

After many years of being consumed by the sexual magnetism of his father's
mannips, Steve introduced himself to the most sensitive spot on his dad's
magnificent chest.  He thought his father's nipples were flawless. Unlike
some guys, they weren't too small, yet unlike some older men they weren't
too large or droopy to look masculine. They were beautifully round, meaty,
slightly embossed, pretty, and a dark golden color, and the tit point stuck
out a fraction of an inch. Silky, curly chest hair surrounded them, but did
not cover them. They were the ultimate forbidden fruit.

Anxious and highly charged, Steve remembered parting his lips to softly and
sensuously suck the textured pap fully into his mouth. He observed how it
felt, tasted and responded.  His other hand moved with a will of its own
through Lee's silky chest hair, lusting to feel his dad's left tit. When
his fingers found it, the fleshy nub rushed to erection as his fingertips
caressed it.

Thinking back to the exact moment his lips met his dad's nipple, Steve
recalled how he had moaned, and then he heard his dad moan, and then they
moaned together. The son's lips sucked tight to his father's right tit as
his father's sleepy eyes opened and glanced down to watch. Lee hissed from
the pleasure. His father's primal sounds turned Steve on in an
indescribable way. Steve remembered how he had pushed his father's pap
upward, squeezed it, and forced the nipple to point out even further.

As he gripped and began to stroke his dad's cock before taking his shower,
Steve watched as his father hunched his hips forward, hardly able to
comprehend the pleasure his son was bringing to his chest and the rest of
his entire body. Rapid flashes of other men shirtless entered Steve's mind,
but none of them captured his interest like the pretty, nicely shaped, and
colorful paps of his father.

He quickly thought about how his grandfather, JL Thompkins, had a nice pair
of meaty nipples that were of a rich almost copper red color; how his
friend Lenny liked having his tits teased and pinched quite a lot; how
Lenny's father, a rancher by trade, had a strikingly handsome hairy chest;
and even how his high school football coach had a hot pair of boobs; yet
none interested Steve nearly as much as the two gorgeous mannips topping
his father's hairy chest.  He recalled the sexy nipples on the chest of
yesteryear actor Chuck Connors, who often appeared shirtless on reruns of
the old TV series, The Rifleman; or those often exhibited by more modern
actors such as Harrison Ford, Mel Gibson, Brad Pitt, or even the younger
Zac Efron; and even those on wrestlers like Bruno Sambartini and Lou Hesz,
yet he considered his father's incomparable.

"Steve, Steve, are you getting your ass up or should I just stand here?"
Lee asked trying to break the trance he saw his son was experiencing.

Steve replied, "Just stand there and let me feel your dick off a while. Let
me stroke it some. I am having a wealth of sexy thoughts here, dad."

'Son, I am not opposed toy ou stroking me in the shower, if you will head
that way," lee retorted.

As his memory again provided his obsession with his father's wondrous nips,
Steve reached up with his other hand, to cup his father's shapely balls. He
liked their size and weight. And again, he stroked his father's dick and
noticed it growing slightly.

His dad's vibrant cock impressed the hell out of Steve. His mental
flashbacks went to the first time he watched his dad orgasm. Lee took the
lead and took his fat cock in hand to stroke it off while Steve
watched. Thoughts of that tremendous experience caused Steve to begin
stroking faster at Lee's proud cock as his father stood there at bedside.

Steve rekindled the memories of his dad hitting that tremendous orgasm that
they had shared. Echoes of his sophisticated dad losing it and crying out,
"Cumming... I'm cumming.... cumming, so damn hard, my son" again made Steve
shiver in excitement.

His father's long, heavy stream of man juice that spurted from the tip of
his enormous fatherly penis implanted a forever moment in Steve's mind.
Steve knew he would always be able to visualize how his dad's heavy shots
of semen had rained down on him, hitting Steve in the middle of his chest
and lining his belly before going into his navel. And then a second jet of
cum shot from the big dick, and a third great spurt, one hitting Steve on
the chin, the other soaking both of his nipples as his father leaned up to
guide the shootings.

The son remembered moments before Lee shot off how tightly he had gripped
his dad's pecs before reaching to make corkscrews of his handsome, meaty
nipples.  Steve remembered how he had encouraged, Lee. "Yeah dad, oh man,
That's it. Shoot it! Shoot it on me everywhere." Lee pumped out a fourth
load and a fifth load, showing his fatherly prowess to his son.  Before the
big spurts ended and the last streams of his innermost juices leaked from
his quivering cock, the man knew he had blown one of his all time greatest
rounds of cum.

Most of all, Steve cherished his dad's evaluation of the occurrence. "Oh
Steve, that was so damn great. So, good. You worked me and my dick and my
nipples like they have never been worked, kid! I love you. Gosh, I love
you."

Steve recalled how after that session he had kissed his father on the lips
and left a trail of appreciative kisses down his dad's neck, over his
shoulder line, down his right breast, over his tit, and onto his belly. He
then leaned down and gave Lee's spent and still quivering cock a long
smooch. Most of all, he would forever remember how Lee chuckled, grabbed
his softening cock, held it and told his son, "Go ahead, son, lick me
clean." With great delight, Steve spent a minute or so tasting and enjoying
the final ruminants of his dad's orgasm.

"Steve, let's shower," Lee said again, breaking his son's sexual
thoughts. "You are about to get my cock hard again, but I need a
shower. Come on. Now." Steve squeezed his father's elongated cock one last
time and then let Lee help him from the bed. As he followed his dad to the
bathroom and the shower, he couldn't resist learning over and pinching his
father's meaty butt. Lee turned, grabbed his son's hand, and for several
seconds the father and son started wrestling.

With both of them being naked, Lee and Steve noticed how sensuous it was
when their bodies intertwined, with their chests, legs, cocks and
everything pressed together. Having a shower at the top of his priority
list, Lee broke the jostling with his son and quickly stepped into the
bathroom.  "I'm too pasted with cum to do anything but shower, Steve."

Lee stepped into his shower and adjusted the shower head, and the flow of
the spray, all to get things just right for Stevie to join him.  When he
turned, his naked son was stepping into his shower. Although they had just
finished having a great sexual exchange between them, Lee shivered as Steve
joined him again in a shower.  The father could no longer deny just how
sexually appealing he found his son.

He grabbed Steve's hands, brought the young man to him, letting their soft
cocks kiss, and then used his hands to spread the spraying water out along
the curves and muscles of his son's unblemished chest. Even just minutes
since their explosive orgasms, the father found himself wanting to play
with and continue to discover the fine nipples adorning his son's chest,
but he thought Steve might most enjoy him caressing his entire chest,
stomach, back, and buttocks.

From the soft smile and his son's utterance of "Oh yes, dad, this is damn
nice, your hands feel great," he knew he had guessed right.  Lee reached
for his bottle of herbal body wash, poured a generous handful, told Steve
to turn around and then he rubbed both of his hands together to get plenty
of the medicated liquid in both of his palms.

With the warm water spraying gently to cover both of them, he whispered to
Steve, "Now lean back and enjoy this, my lover." When Steve felt his dad
bring his palms first to his lower stomach and then worked them up to his
chest to cover, hold and wash both of his breasts, he released a sizeable
and guttural moan of satisfaction. His mind echoed the word, "lover" that
he had heard his dad use to describe him. The body wash felt great, cooling
and refreshing his skin from his pubes to his chest and making his tender
tits stand erect.

Lee massaged Steve throughout his torso, took some more of the body wash
into his palms, and rubbed it into his son's good looking back and then
back around to his chest. The father could not resist when his fingers ran
over both of his son's seductive nipples. He stopped to pinch them, gently,
and then to circle them several times before using his fingernails to
scrape at their tips. He squeezed the width of the boy nips together,
feeling their stems between his fingers.

"Oh dad. Gosh, I love it when you do that. You make my nips burn," Steve
muttered. Lee smiled, pinched again at both tits, and watched as Steve
hissed and enjoyed the attention.  Steve moaned and leaned back tightly
into his dad. He felt his father's flaccid, but substantial cock rub along
his ass crack. He then felt his dad's loving hands leave his tits and chest
to run down to his pubes.

Lee shampooed his son's public patch, enjoying the feel of knowing his
son's private parts. Again the appeal of his son's youthful dick overtook
him, and he soon left Steve's pubes to palm, grip, discover, and stroke his
lengthy dick. Not only was he surprised to feel that Steve was partially
erect again, so soon after the ball breaking cum, but to his ultimate
delight, the older man felt his own dick getting harder and harder as it
edged along his son's slick butt crack.

 Steve softly cried, "Oh man, I just can't get enough of your touch, Daddy
Lee. You are so damn good. Fuck it!"

Lee chuckled and responded, "We are both too horny, and too good at making
each other feel good, my son."

Lee stroked Steve's cock several more times, then caressed his nuts. He
kissed the back of Steve's neck and massaged and washed his thighs. When
Steve turned around his hard cock hit his dad's belly, placing his piss
slit almost at Lee's bellybutton, Lee smiled, studied his son, and knew
that Steve's youthful cock had to be stretching out hard to over eight
inches, possibly close to an amazing nine. He was proud of his kid. His
love was immeasurable.

Steve grabbed the bottle of body wash, opened it, and poured its content
directly on Lee's protuberant chest just below both shoulders and his
throat. Steve enjoyed watching as the thick cream slowly made its way down
his father's curvy pecs running into the hairy valley between his
breastplates.  Lee looked down to watch, letting Steve have his fun.

"Oh, to be the cream so slowly and fully covering and saturating your hot,
meaty, fucking out-of-this-world, eatable nipples," Steve described as both
men watched the streamy lines of the body wash run onto and then drip from
Lee's pointed, perky nipples. Not being able to resist, Steve used his
fingers to paint the liquid into his dad's tits and then used his
fingertips to twist and pinch Lee's now slick and slippery nubs.

"That's sensuous Stevie. Do it hard like that, yeah!" his dad said. Lee
felt his cock pulsating again and again as Steve reached up to begin
working at his dad's sex buttons, knowing he was again getting his dad
highly charged and wanting to see his father in his sexual desire as an
older man.  Just as Lee felt himself about to go over the edge between
control and needing to discharge into orgasm, he grabbed Steve's hands at
the wrist, looked at his son, and ordered, "you gotta wash my whole bod,
son, not just linger at my turn-on switches."

Steve laughed at his dad, but did not hesitate to begin lathering all of
his dad's body with the creamy soap working from his dad's firm belly, to
his crotch and on down over his thighs and slowly down both legs. When he
stood up to continue his effort, Lee turned to offer his son his
backside. What the older man did not expect was for his son to pour large
gobs of the cooling liquid into his palms and then to go to work on his
dad's voluptuous buttocks.

Steve stood while continuing to massage his dad's handsome ass. Lee leaned
over holding himself up by the wall of the shower to provide Steve easy
access. Lee squeezed and massaged and rubbed every fraction of an inch of
his dad's cheeks. Lee bent over even more and was so relaxed by the prior
orgasm, the shower, and his son's touch that he spread his buttocks. Steve
saw his dad's crack open, the meaty cliffs on both sides parted.

Without even reconsidering his actions, the son took his well-coated
fingers and edged them into the beginning of his father's butt. Lee moaned
deeply, leaned over even further, and gasp out loud as he felt Steve's
fleshy digits enter his private crevice. Steve gently caressed the outer
edges of his dad's ass at first, then slowly went deeper and deeper,
massaging, caressing and turning on this very personal part of his own
father. When Steve used his middle finger to find, tickle and stimulate his
dad's prostate, Lee absolutely leaned back into his son and moaned louder
than Steve had heard even when he had first seen and heard his dad shoot
off. The moment was incredible for both men.

Lee whimpered, "Oh, Steve! What are you doing to me?"



Steve whispered back, "Loving you, dad. Letting you feel the very best of
things my dear, studly father." And then Steve rotated his finger in his
dad's anal canal, again found his prostate, and tenderly assaulted the love
button with the pad of his fingertip.

"Christ, Steve. Oh my! You are raping the hell out of me, but it feels so
incredibly good," Lee exclaimed as he felt Steve's middle finger doing a
number of his anal passage.

Lee pushed his ass down to impale himself upon his son's finger and to get
the full force of the digital love probe. When he felt Steve's finger move
over his prostate and hit the depth of his ass, he cried out "Damn! Damn!
Fuck! Oh, my son. Fuck me. Fuck me like that."

Steve smiled, leaned up to kiss his dad's thick neck, and he then began to
drive his finger up and down, in and out, and around and down: Lee's anal
canal. Lee clawed at the wall and jerked his waist back and forth, wanting
to grind his ass against his son's finger as rapidly as possible. "Fuck me,
Steve. I want you; gosh, this is so damn good."

Swept away by the screwing Steve was giving him, three fragments of
thoughts flashed in his mind.  First, he recounted the few other times he
had been finger fucked and how he had enjoyed it. Even his wife had so
pleasured him a few times. Second, what his son was doing to him and the
way Steve massaged his prostate, he had never felt anything so stimulating
and explosive with another; and third, he knew he wanted Steve to take his
virginity. He had never been fucked completely by another man, yet he knew
now that he wanted Steve to break him in with his big cock.

Steve used his other hand to run it around to his dad's front, at first
across his hairy belly to help hold up his dad. The longer Lee permitted
his son to keep his finger entrenched in his ass, the more Steve knew his
father also needed his swollen cock to be held and stroked. "Oh my gawd,
Steve. I should stop this, son. You should stop this. You fuckin' overwhelm
me. My ass is burning up everything about me."

"Enjoy it, dad. Enjoy every moment of it." Steve then worked his dad's
prostrate even harder and buried his longest finger all the way to the
depth of his father's hot butt. He soon felt Lee's hand helping him control
the bloated and readied daddy dick. Steve let go to begin caressing and
churning his dad's balls with one hand while continuing to rape him with
his finger.

'Argyh... oh, Steve... shit... damn... fuck me!" Lee exclaimed.

Lee stroked fast and hard on his cock as his hairy chest leaned back into
his son. He was gasping as Steve worked his internal love canal, literally
burning him down. When Steve began to rapidly stroke his prostate, again
and again and again, lee cried out.  "Oh baby. Stevie! Stevie! This is so
damn good.  So, good.  Do me!"

Within a few seconds of Lee's loudest scream, Steve felt the inner muscles
of his father's butt chewing his finger. Lee hunched forward several times
quickly. His legs went limp. His body released fully. Steve's finger
continued to fuck him, and then, the father's man cock shot yet another
load.

His first spurt was strong, even his second stream of cum was long and
proud. "Oh fuck me, Steve. Oh man, oh kid, I am cumming again. You own me,
son. You fuckin' own me."  Because of his multiple cums in a day or so,
Lee's remaining shots of semen were weaker and the final quivers of his
proud dick produced only a few droplets of cum.

But the moment had been intense and the cum shooting surprisingly
easy. Steve looked at his ravished father and felt a great sense of
pride. With his father hanging on by the edge, vulnerable, weakened by the
powerful sex, and thoroughly finger fucked, Steve used the opportunity to
remove his finger slowly, but to then edge his cock forward to slowly enter
his father, first with just an inch or so of his cock, but then with almost
a third of his pecker.

"Yes daddy, oh yes. I could sure enjoy making love just like this," Steve
said.

But the intensity of his latest orgasm was leaving Lee's body. It then
alarmed him what his son had done. The father quickly said, "Oh Steve, not
that, oh no, you have fucked me enough as it is." Lee then moved away from
his son, reached up and took the spray shower and aimed it at Steve's
face. The action chilled both of them.

Steve turned, quickly washed the soap from his body, played with his own
stiff cock for a few seconds, and got ready for things to end. Sure enough,
within a few seconds, Lee turned off the water, opened the shower curtain,
winked at his son, and said, "Well, I am absolutely, 100 percent, all the
fuck done, son."

End Note: Comments about this chapter, the actions, the characters, or
anything related are invited at Riversplash21@gmail.com.  For our
readers. those who want new characters to enter the story will have to be
patient for a few more chapters. Those who want the story line to remain
strictly about Lee and Steve will need to prepare for others being
introduced so we can add some variety and interest.