Date: Tue, 13 May 2014 01:27:40 -0400
From: JM Stone <riversplash21@gmail.com>
Subject: His Fathre's Chesst, Part 7

PART SEVEN:
KEEPING HIS FATHER CHARGED

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 form its
beginning to get the full impact of the characters and their actions. In
Part Seven here, both the father and son take command of the other and the
intensity of their love and passion becomes elevated.  The son eases his
father closer and closer to letting go of his inhibitions and guilt. The
father shows his sexual capacities to his son, and the son admires his
father's enormous sexual abilities. Enjoy!

By: Jammer Stone

Following Steve's awesome finger fuck of his most private self in his
shower, Lee put on his long, white robe while Steve retrieved his underwear
and slipped into it.  The father and son spent a leisurely evening
together, having a light supper, enjoying a couple of cocktails, and
watching a baseball game on the tube.  The game became a little boring to
Steve though and he finally reached for the remote, winked at his dad, and
said, "let's look at some wrestlers stripped off and working on each
other."

Lee stretched, patted Steve on the ass, and said to his son, "You
absolutely love the male body of an older dude, don't you, son?"

Steve looked at his father, smiled and said, "Only yours, dad, and those I
find that look like yours."

"I think I think it's time I head to bed, Stevie. I've got a long day ahead
tomorrow."

Steve found the wrestling channel just as his father stood. He noticed his
dad's robe gaping open to show most of his wonderful chest and sexy
belly. He then spotted that two of the most muscular and sexiest wrestlers
had been pitted against each other in the feature bout of the night. One
was Bruno Sambartini; the other Lou Hesz. Bruno was a stocky man, with a
massive chest and huge powerful biceps and thighs. His pectoral muscles
bulged immensely. He was not so handsome, but he was hairy, rugged and had
meaty nipples. Lou was a sexual warrior, a bit older, taller, and while not
as muscular as Bruno, he was broad chested and virile. He wasn't as hairy
as Bruno, but he had a nice dusting across the chest. His tits were not so
large, but they were a seductive dark and perky.

Steve had enjoyed previous bouts between the two and such action as Hesz
locking his long legs around Bruno's mid-section or Bruno squeezing Hesz in
a bear hug, pressing both of their sexy chests together real tight.  Steve
looked at his dad to notice that Lee had stopped to take a moment to stand
there watching the introductions. When Bruno first removed his shiny blue
robe, Steve was assertive enough to tell Lee, "Look at his big, hard pecs,
dad, what huge, strong breasts." And then when Lou Hesz removed his long,
black robe and his deeply tanned chest came into view, Steve
remarked. "He's a handsome man. Not as good looking as my dad, but way
handsome."

Lee stood interested in not only the wrestlers, but even more intrigued by
his son'ssxual descriptions of them. And then he became somewhat concerned
when he heard Steve say, "Yeah, you can tell that Bruno has a fat cock,
probably a little short, but fat as hell; whereas Lou Hesz looks to have a
dick longer than either of ours, probably a little thin, but nice and
lengthy.  See how much shows through their wrestling tights."

Lee knew he should have excused himself and walked out for his
bedroom. Instead, he wanted to observe his son and Steve's interest in the
match. But as the bout got started and the wrestlers joined arms to rock
each other to start the match, Lee saw Steve get up from the sofa and
approach him.

"You mind, if I untie your robe here, dad? I'd sure enjoy seeing your bod
while I watch these other two older dudes. Three hot men!" Lee knew he
should have laughed at Steve, told him not to touch his robe, and then left
the room. Instead, he had enjoyed Steve's approaches and flirtations over
the past two days so much until he stood motionless. As Lee watched
wrestler Hesz rub his right hand over Bruno Sambortini's hairy chest
several times while he had Bruno's face locked between his legs, he also
felt his son undoing his robe.

Lee did not understand the moment, his son, the quasi-homosexual actions of
the two beefy wrestlers, or why he was not stopping Steve from removing his
robe. Both wrestlers looked like they were between mid-30s and early 40s in
age, but Lee thought both looked extremely fit and well kept. Before Lee
realized it, he was naked except for his white Calvin Klein briefs, and he
was leaning back to allow his son to embrace him as they both watched the
wrestlers.

"Lou Hesz is damn handsome and moves so agile, doesn't he, dad?" Steve
asked. "Yes, they are both in great shape, Steve. Hesz looks quick and
smooth; Bruno is so massively strong." And then to his surprise, Lee Jacobs
found himself becoming more and more interested in the fighting and
wrestling action, observing both the moves of the two wrestlers, their
interlocking bodies, and their powerful physiques.

"This is a great moment, dad. A wonderful night of fantasy for me," Steve
said as he moved into his partially nude father. Before Lee could take a
step away from Steve to stop his son's motives, Steve successfully ran his
left hand around to the front of his dad's chest to find Lee's needy and
perky left tit. When Steve squeezed the nipple and got the expected charge
of Lee leaning back into him even more, Steve took advantage to run his
right hand to his father's cotton briefs. Steve cooed as he found his dad's
soft, but ample cock and again thought about how damn great it felt through
the softness of his father's expensive briefs. "Oh yes, dad, too nice. You
feel so great."

Lee did not know if he could get sexually charged yet again so soon, but he
knew his son had all the right moves to do it. He also knew that between
Steve stimulating his sensitive nipples and palming his left breast while
caressing his package under his soft briefs, he was likely to get sexed up
in a big way. Even more so with the appeal of the two strong men wrestling
on the screen. As the father in charge, Lee again knew he had to have some
control over his son's manipulations.

However, beyond Lee's control, his son's fingers were sending huge sexual
charges from his nipple to his balls, and Steve's other hand was working
his cock quite nicely through his shorts. Without control, Lee relaxed back
into his son's bare chest to moan, hiss and whisper to Steve, "You are a
horn dog, Stevie.  You know just how to make me crazy with lust."

"I want to make you crazy, dad. You make me horny just the sight of your
handsome self. I can't help it."

The wrestlers broke their hold, got up from the mat and circled each
other. Steve lightly squeezed his dad's crotch, noticing a rigidity coming
on there, and he swept his other hand across his dad's chest, letting his
fingers rake through the thick hair before finding his dad's other
tit. "Look at those two men, that's a good camera viewing of their bods."

Lee looked at the television screen quickly, but returned his eyes to
Steve's hand and the job they were doing on his responsive dick and
sensitive tit. He heard Steve remark, "Gosh, look at them. Bruno's sweating
like he's having sex and his fat tits are stuck out an inch there; and look
at Lou, he's got a partial hard on, his tights have to be longer to cover
his big stick when it grows during the matches."

Lee muttered, "Dang Steve, how can you observe all that? I just see two
overbuilt dudes in a wrestling..."

But before Lee could finish his sentence, he felt Steve's bare hand sneak
inside his brief to run through his pubes and to contact the bare skin of
his penis. With his fingers, Steve was making mush of his father's left tit
that had a noticeable erection and stuck out almost as far as the
wrestlers'.

"Oh Steve, we need get to bed and stop this stuff."

"Stop it, dad? Hell, no. Remember you got off in the shower, I didn't. I
could play with you and have you go at me, all the fuckin' night. All the
fuckin' night."

Wanting to drop to the floor and let his son have his way, Lee instead
found the impulsive moment to break their embrace when he heard Steve
repeat the word "fuckin." It sounded too raw. But as he stepped away from
Steve and turned to face him, his son grabbed him and began to wrestle with
him.  "Oh dad. How you make me so damn hot!"

"Cut it out, son. I'll pin your butt to the floor some other time, but I
need to get the hell to bed, now," Lee insisted. But again, Steve knew what
he wanted and he did not want the night to end between him and his dad.

Steve wanted the fun of the evening to continue.  His dad's intent was to
head to bed. Fully confident that he could convince his dad to stay up for
more play, the son eagerly made the next move. He grabbed tightly to his
father, used all of his strength to draw his dad to him, and then used a
self-defense tactic to put his leg behind his unsuspecting father's leg,
and as he held his mature dad by one arm, he pushed him back and over his
leg.

Lee Jacobs felt himself falling to the floor, His son was gripping his arm,
guiding him down, but his butt was on the floor.  And then, within a
second, his half naked son was on top of him. Before Lee much realized what
his son was doing, Steve was all the way on top of his dad, had positioned
his now stiff cock to spike at his father's crotch, and was then pushing
his dad's arms above his head to pin his dad flatly to the floor.  Lee
started to resist, but was a little too surprised to make any counter
moves.

Steve looked down to enjoy the sexy sight of his shirtless dad, arms pinned
over his head, deep furry arm pits fully exposed, big chest, perfect
nipples, and almost out of breath from the move he had put on him to get
him to the floor.  "You're beautiful, dad," Steve said, letting a big smile
sweep his face while maintaining his control.

Lee attempted a smile being somewhat impressed by his son's aggressiveness,
yet taken back by Steve's show of control and disrespect. "Quite a move
there, kid. Quite a move. Now what do we do next?" Lee asked sarcasm
evident in his voice.

Feeling waves of love for his handsome father mixed with a roar of lust,
Steve kept holding his dad by the wrist to keep his arms above his head,
making Lee look available and vulnerable.  He could not resist his
father. He leaned down and kissed his dad squarely on the lips, but did not
tarry there and immediately rolled his lips across his dad's right cheek,
and down his neck.

Lee shivered and was reminded once again what control his son had over
him. He felt Steve adjusting his body to plant his dick firmly in touch and
directly on top of his own. He knew his son was hard and alive. He felt a
stirring even in his own recently spent dick. When Steve's lips discovered
his armpit, he could do nothing by groan and look down to watch his kid in
action. His son's mouth lapping at his pit did not tickle, but instead felt
very sensuous and surprisingly good.  Lee never knew that a sucking of his
underarm could turn him on, but it did.

The sensation of his son's long, stiff cock stabbing at his own softer
prick and low hanging balls made his loins stir. Before he realized his own
actions, the father found himself bucking his hips, gyrating his lower body
with that of his son's to allow their covered cocks to stab at each
other. It was a tremendous feeling. Lee's mind quickly flashed to the
amount of intimate touching, caressing and hard sex he had enjoyed over the
previous day and still he felt charged and ready for more.  He could not
question his sexual compatibility with Steve - forbidden, taboo or queer -
as some might would label it.

Lee Jacobs, the respected and highly reputable executive, felt his son
sucking hard to his left nipple, dominating it, vacuuming it all the way
into his mouth.  He also felt his boy lift up to free his youthful cock by
bringing it out of the opening of his silk boxers.  It did not take long
for him to know that his son was moving his lower body to run the tip of
his young, hard dick into his father's wide navel. Lee moaned, Steve gasp,
but the son kept his mouth on his dad's swollen tit. Steve could feel the
sizeable meaty dome of Lee's nipple clinging to his tongue.

"I love you, Steve. I love you so much , son," Lee spouted trying to bring
some focus to the scene.

"And I love you even more, old man, you make me feel so sexy, so good about
myself, " Steve replied.

With the night growing late and with his son seducing him yet again, Lee
felt himself growing increasingly concerned. He was so damn conflicted
between wanting to let his son have his way with him or insisting that his
son not control things as he had with the wrestling move that had put Lee
on his back. Yet, he could not think clearly as his eyes bathed over his
almost naked son, his breathing sounding more like rushed moans or
whimpers. Most of all, he knew his son's long needy prick was leaving
trails of pre-cum in his belly button and over his briefs, such was Steve's
excitement to be with him.

Lee watched as Steve let go of his wrists above his head to slowly reached
down with his left hand to palm his neck and upturned cheek, his thumb
slowly trailing back and forth against his dad's soft, round cheek. Steve
again closed the small gap between their bodies and pressed his lips gently
against his dad's, feeling the older stud submit to his lead by opening his
lips slightly and pressing his body into his son's.  His dad's hands were
free, but yet his father kept his arm above his head. Steve again leaned in
to suck deeply at his dad's pits, first the left and then the right. Lee
groaned and then ended the action to wrap his muscular arms around Steve's
neck.

Lee kissed his son again, first on the lips and then one cheek and then the
other.  He felt his son choosing to deepen the kiss. Lee shuddered and
pressed his right thigh against his son's hard, throbbing cock, which in
turn let Steve feel his father's own semi-hard member prodding against his
thigh.

''Daddy,'' Steve moaned breathlessly as Lee's hungry lips moved again from
Steve's down to his neck, kissing and nipping at his smooth skin with his
lips. As he kissed his son's neck, he began to gently pulsate his hard cock
against Steve's naked thigh, groaning with pleasure at how soft and smooth
his son's skin was against him.

Lee did not know how far he could take the current action, but he wanted to
assure his son that he appreciated the intimacy and Steve's personal
needs. The handsome father slipped his left hand in between their bodies,
stroking up past the taut softness that was Steve's stomach to cup his
son's right breast, his thumb flicking back and forth across his son's
nipple. He pressed his thumb into the nipple and then placed his sharp nail
to the side of the nipple's pointed tittie. Steve groaned and whispered,
"Damn, that feels good, dad. A little pain, but a lot of pleasure."

Steve moved his lips to tongue his dad's ear, filling Lee's head with the
sweetness of his moans. The father continued to pick and then strum at his
son's sexy tit, getting it even more excited, taut and needy. The son
lifted his tongue from his father's ear lobe, looked at his dad
pleadingly. "Oh daddy, this is so good, so damn fine, such great intimacy
between two men," Steve whispered. "I want every inch of your body; every
ounce of your love."

Hearing those words come so sincerely from his son, Lee knew that things
were climbing to even higher levels between him and his son as a young man
with both physical and emotional needs.

Lee realized how intense Steve became, with things evident by his son's
unusually deep breathing from their bodies fully touching and his fondling
of the young man's sensitive and very appealing nipple. A moment of guilt
hit Lee as he again understood how innocent Steve was in their
relationship. He heard himself saying aloud, ''Sorry, Stevie, if I can't be
everything for you'' while letting his hand drift away from Steve's
increasingly hard nipple to rest it against his upturned side.

Steve closed his eyes and settled his head on his dad's chest.  ''It's
okay, daddy.. It felt good. Your touch always feels so damn good,'' he said
candidly, leaning back to look up at his father. Lee smiled warmly, and
again leaned in to kiss Steve, feeling a tingling go through him at the
taste of his son's willing mouth.

He was reminded once again just how easy and great it felt when they
kissed.  Neither man was apprehensive about the act; both exceptional at it
and highly responsive to the other's oral actions. The father thought that
their frequent deep kisses were the surprising act in their lovemaking. He
imagined that Steve would want to play with his chest and could do a fine
job of working his nipples into a frenzy. He also knew he would have guilt
about letting things become too intimate too quickly such as being
apprehensive about Steve giving him a blowjob or having intercourse. But
their kissing was quite the surprise. He knew his son was a better, more
eager, and more focused kisser than his wife had ever been.

Lee felt Steve kissing lightly along his chest, not lingering in its thick
hair or at either nipple, just lightly kissing him across the expanse of
his chestplate.  He enjoyed watching his son. He moaned a little each time
Steve planted a kiss on either of his crispy and perky brown mannips.
Knowing his dad was watching him, Steve pressed a hand against Lee's chest
as he leaned in and kissed his dad again on the lips. Lee let Steve lead in
this kiss, feeling the young man's ripe lips press against his, with
authority. Lee moaned encouragingly, and was rewarded as he felt his son's
tongue slip into his mouth, receiving it warmly with his own, almost
guiding Steve's tongue as it explored his mouth.

''Oh, man, dad,'' Steve whispered softly as he leaned back, smiling a
little smile at his father, as if delighted that his dad had let him
lead. Lee returned the smile, winked, and again wrapped his arms around his
son.  The embrace reminded him of how every time Steve hugged him or his
arms went around his son's body, either way, it felt warm and wonderful and
so right. He tightly embraced his boy and then rolled Steve onto his back
to take the top position. He didn't know why, he just felt comfortable with
his son right now.

Lee thought about his few first times with others -- various women and men
-- he'd made love to in his lifetime, it was all passion, and sex-oriented.
This was far different with his son. Everything felt different.  He cradled
his son's body close, feeling the wonderful and sexy smoothness of his
son's nice chest rubbing against his older, hairy chest. With his right
hand, he reached down to gently pull Steve's upturned thigh to encourage
him to pull a leg over one of his, and then stroking the thigh and hip, in
and out slowly to Steve's obvious enjoyment.

Lee turned his palm to return to his son's privates, and closed his hand
firmly around Steve's cock that was jutting out vigorously from his short
boxer-briefs.  And just like that, the situation suddenly changed from a
comfortable closeness both felt to sexual fire.

Steve's body arched, a shudder went through him. His head was now to one
side of his father's neck, as he hunched his hips to drive his dick in and
out and through the curled palm of his father's warm hand. "Yes, dad. Oh
yes. Yes, damn!" Steve moaned and began to thrash wildly.

He reached down to grab his father's briefs to locate his dad's thick cock
underneath. His action caused Lee to moan with pleasure freely as his son
also began to rub him, up and down. Both men could feel the flames of lust
rising from their bodies.  Lee felt himself grow hard in his boy's soft
hand. When Steve's thumb pressed at the little slit beneath his foreskin,
he cried out with pleasure. He closed his eyes, let his mouth fall open
wide, and again felt Steve's lips suddenly close over his mouth hungrily.

Steve turned his father again to roll on top. Their bodies and cocks and
even their tits grinding, kissing and moving together in unison.  Lee felt
Steve's tongue slip into his mouth as his son relentlessly handled his
throbbing cock, squeezing it, rubbing it, his fingertips dancing at times
against his foreskin and the red glans beneath, and then against his balls.
He continued to stroke his son's pulsating cock while using his other hand
to feel the meaty globes of Steve's backside. He didn't know where this had
all come from, but he held his son close, as if communicating to him that
he didn't wish his son to stop anytime soon.

Steve got the message and continued to kiss his father passionately while
his hand continued its determined rubbing.  When the father felt his groin
tighten and knew his cock had fully hardened under the touch and control of
his son yet again, he returned his own hand to his son's member and began
to stroke it with motive, purpose and love.  Steve's mind flashed to what
he really wanted.

The son wanted to strip his father of his briefs and go down on him. To
make love to, kiss, lick and wildly suck at his father's manhood. At the
same time, Lee wished the two were in bed together and not on the floor; he
knew he was tempted to tear his son's boxers from his body and surprise his
son by eating his cock

"Tell me what to do, son. Stevie, you know my limits. Tell me what to do."
Lee said mindlessly, caught up in the latest sexual charges. When he looked
back at Steve, his son was staring at him, shaking with anticipation. Lee
recognized that Steve really was ready for them to do most anything

The community leader and church elder, grasp his son's waist, holding Steve
firmly as Steve straddled him. He left him there a while to enjoy Steve
kneading his pecs, massaging his hairy breasts, and pinching at his
delectable tits. Lee then let his hands slide up and down Steve's sides and
hips, loving the smooth softness of his son's body, simply devouring the
sight of Steve sitting above him.

Lee pulled his boy down against him, cradling him close with his arms and
raised knees as he kissed him softly, slowly, trying to calm and ready him
for what they were surely about to do. He brought his middle finger of his
right hand up and nudging the tip of it against Steve's lips as he smiled
up at him.

Steve licked it first, giggling, before taking it into his mouth, sucking
on it and slathering it with his saliva, smiling delightedly around it at
his father. Lee could feel Steve's fully loaded and hard cock throbbing
against his stomach as he did this, and realized the two of them needed to
be free of their shorts.

He slipped the finger out of his son's mouth, pulling his son's mouth
against his once more with his other hand. While they kissed, he ravished
his son picking at his tits, making them erect and looking like they were
begging for more. Both men were hot and ready.

"Take my briefs off, Steve. I want to feel your skin all over me."  Steve
smiled widely, lifted off his dad temporarily and without delay all but
ripped the cotton fabric down from his dad's waist, off his privates, and
from around his legs.  "And get yours off, too, kid," the father
instructed. Steve knelt just enough to slide his hands into the flanks of
his silky coverings and removed his underwear as well. Both men noticed the
meaty poles sticking out straight from the other 's body.

Turned on beyond reason of his faculties, Lee held the base of his readied
cock. He looked at Steve. Steve eyed his father. And Lee heard himself say,
"Please Steve, I so want you to kiss my cock. Please son. Again, take it
slow, but I need your precious lips to kiss my cock!"

Steve smiled, turned just enough to close in on his dad's fine member. He
turned so his own pretty ass was at his father's face. He could not believe
his dad had gotten so turned on that he was offering his cock. He would
take it easy as his dad requested, but his intentions were to eventually
vacuum his dad's raging pecker into mouth and let it ram the depths of his
throat.

As Steve's lips first neared and then touch the head of his father's
awesome cock, he felt his father's right hand patting his ass cheeks,
massaging them, and even spreading the right side apart from the
other. Steve groaned, and then as his lips touched his dad's dick, he heard
a guttural cry escape from his dad's throat as his father continued to hold
the base of his own thick cock and also as his father lifted and bucked his
hips to offer all of himself to his son. "That's it, Stevie boy, nice and
easy and sexy!"

The intensity of the moment was not lost on the distinguished Lee
Jacobs. Recalling the extreme pleasure his son had given him in the shower
with the finger fuck, he brought his right hand up to slip his wet middle
finger in between Steve's rounded butt cheeks, finding his virgin rosette
almost right away.

Not expecting his father to be so bold, Steve arched against him at the
surprising touch. With the beginnings of his dad's anal massage pleasuring
him in an untold way, the son placed his lips tightly around his dad's
cockhead and suckled tightly,.  He knew not to go down fullu on his dad,
but his dad's attention to his anal opening made him do something more
forceful than merely kissing his father's shaft.  Experiencing intense
pleasure pain from his father's finger work and breathing very sharply,
Steve screamed out, ''daddy, oh daddy!''

Lee smiled, and began to rotate his fingertip around his son's anal depths,
leaving his son shuddering as felt Steve slobbering over his hairy inner
thigh. The feeling was incredible for Steve. His father's wet finger worked
him with a steadiness and sexual charge that he had never felt. The
precision and expertise with which Lee worked his son's prostate was not
lost on Steve. He wondered just how fucking experienced his dad was in some
matters.  His dad had a masterful technique that sent Steve's cock leaking
big time. Steve moaned and thrashed about as Lee's thick finger worked his
love button and his anal depths. He wanted to return to sucking his dad's
dick, but he was too caught up in the unexpected finger fuck his father was
giving him.

Stthe sensations his father created in his ass forced Stgeve to leave Lee's
dick for fear that he would bite down on it. The yuong man found his dad's
thigh instead and started kissing, sucking and biting it as his father
drilled his ass. Steve bucked his hips to drive himself as far down on his
dad's thick finger as possible. "Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me with that
finger. Oh, fuck me."

Lee smiled and knew he had gained control of the final act of the evening.
"Ah yes, Steve. Enjoy it. Enjoy the moment, kid. You finger fucked and tit
fucked your old man, now enjoy the return."  Lee chuckled, lifted his other
hand to find Steve's tits, wanting to claw at them a little to really send
his son over the edge. When he located the wide orbs, he smiled and moaned
a little, feeling how hard Steve's nipples had become and how damned perked
they were. He lifted his entire body from the floor to better rotate his
finger inside his son. He knelt beside him on one knee.

Steve growled and clawed at the floor. Lee continued to feel his son
nipping at and slobbering over his hairy thigh. He then started deep
fucking his son with his long, rigid finger, driving in and out, in and
out, digging his long finger to the bottom of Steve's butt and then slowly
backing out to the edges. His other fingers, pinched, twisted and molested
his boy's hunky nipple. ''Awwwww.....'' Steve repeated time and again. "Oh
dad, you are so fucking the crap out of me."

While it delighted him to pleasure his son like this, Lee felt himself just
as aroused and just as lustful as Steve right now. He hugged Steve close,
as he rolled their bodies on the floor, ending up back on top of his son.
He inserted another finger into his son's tail to take Steve to a lust he
had never felt. He took his other hand and began to stroke his son's raging
cock. The amount of pre-cum leaking abundantly from its head, told the
father that his boy was close to another hard cum. He did not want to lose
his own sensations either. He grabbed Steve's hand, brought it to his own
dick, and ordered. "Beat me off, Steve. Beat me off in a hurry."

He heard an animalistic cry escape from the depths of his son's throat. He
felt his son's prostate constrict on his ramming finger. He saw and felt
Steve working madly at his own boner. And just before Steve could no longer
control his body, Lee even watched as his son again brought his mouth up on
his rigid fatherly organ and give it a hard suck, once, twice, three times
before Lee pulled his cock from the oral grips.

Steve screamed and his body exploded of its love juices. The first long
shot of cum hit the boy on his belly, the second shot arched upward to rain
down on the floor, and then Lee turned his own vibrant cock into his son's
cummy fireworks to let the third and fourth shots soak his own dick.

"That's it Steve. Fire it, boy, fire every damn, fucking bit of it."  Steve
could not believe the intensity of his orgasm. Unimaginable were the
feeling of being finger fucked by his fabulous father, the excitement of
having sucked deeply, if only momentarily, from his dad's fine, uncut cock,
and the arousal of hearing his father encourage him to enjoy their sex in
the rawest of words. "You are one hot man, son. One hot and horny, man,"
his father assured him in admiration of his own son.

As Lee shot a couple of last unexc=pected streams of man cum, Lee continued
to encouraged him, "that;s it, my man. Fire that cum.  Let's your big,
meaty rocket, shoot off some more." Before the moment subsided, Lee slowly
withdrew his fingers from his son's anal depth, brought the hand up to his
own raging cock, stroked his rigid and overly excited member once, twice
and three times, and then leaned forward to ready himself for his
ejaculation. Lee saw his piss slit open, felt the cum charges rushing
through his cock, and then watched as a stream of seed came rushin
forward. He watched it splatter wildly on his son's face, neck and chest to
cover both of his pretty and seductive tits.

"Yes, dad. Shoot that stuff. What a fuckin' hose of a cock!"

"Aw, Stevie, this is good. A hard cum. You make me shoot so much cum."

When his cum had subsided, Lee pulled his son to him. The two collapsed on
the rug covered floor.  The thickness of the fine, woven rug prevented the
floor from feeling so hard. It had helped cushion them earlier. Both lay
there trying to catch his breath.

The younger Steve was first to roll over, lean up, bathe his eyes down his
father's naked body, and then reach out and delicately caress his father's
deeply tanned belly.  The night was getting late, yet both men felt
euphoric. During the past two days, both of them, perhaps in his own way,
had discovered an outlet of extreme pleasure that they did not know could
possibly exist.

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