Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2016 12:55:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: I Got You

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*****

"They gone yet?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," he replied, then grinned over his shoulder at me as I stepped out
onto the deck. I could hear the crunch of the Tahoe's tires on the gravel,
receding into the distance.

I stepped up close behind him, hearing his anticipatory intake of breath as
I pressed up against his tight jock butt, the top of it teasingly bared
above the waist of his basketball shorts, showing off a couple inches below
his tanline, the top of his crack. My big cockbulge grew firmer as it
pressed up against those tight mounds, responding to his hungry, soft sound
as I kissed his firm round shoulder, down over the hard bunch of his big
triceps. Felt his calf brush back against mine, slowly, up and down, my
skin tingling where his crisp young fur entangled with mine. My fingers
stroked lightly at the exposed skin of his hips, trailing up and down his
sides as my lips came up to the side of his neck, feeling him shift back
into me, slotting up against my bigger, more muscled form. He turned back
to me, that dazzling smile on his handsome face, as our lips connected at
last, soft and warm, moist, slow, the passion bubbling up naturally as I
wrapped my thick arms around him and held him tighter to me.

"Shit, Dad," he murmured between kisses. "Been dying for this, man."

I grinned, kissed him again. It was hard finding time together, with my
wife and daughters here at the lake house with us, but we'd managed a few
moments here and there. A "fishing trip" which had mostly netted a couple
of big, creamy loads down each other's throats. A hike up to the crest
which had led to another couple loads shared between us as our bodies
slipped sweaty and naked against each other on an old picnic blanket. A
long, hot, quiet makeout down in the carport late one night, the salty,
musky taste of his 19-year-old cock heavy on my tongue as I sucked yet
another hot cumload from his big young balls. The way we'd played it back
and forth on our tongues, grunting, sharing his secret taste until there
was nothing left, had haunted me ever since.

Now, we were alone. Three whole days together, since the girls had got a
stomach bug and the wife had elected to take them home instead of
inflicting their suffering on the rest of us. Honestly, I think Kate was a
little bored up here anyway, so it suited her to head back to civilization
and cable TV and the malls. Suited me and Marshall too, and we'd both been
giving each other excited, covert looks ever since Kate had announced the
new plan. Now, alone in the quiet seclusion, I could slip Marsh's shorts
down his athletic thighs, into a crimson puddle on the deck. The amount of
ass he was showing in them, I figured he was freeballing it, but I was
pleasantly, audibly surprised to see him sporting his old team Speedo from
high school. He'd grown some, his teen swimmer's frame filling out nicely
with his hours working out at the campus gym, and the suit bulged
fetchingly, obscenely, his muscled ass overspilling it top and bottom. I
growled, stroked over his tight round cheeks, feeling him silky smooth and
glossy as he pressed back into me. He knew how much I liked him in this -
in anything, pretty much, but especially geared up for his Dad.

Marsh turned in my arms, and we kissed face to face, hungry, moaning into
each other's mouths, the spit flowing warm and free as he fumbled with my
cargo shorts, got them undone and down my bigger, hairier thighs. Cupped,
caressed the big bulge in my briefs, making it harden even further, then
pressed his own big young bulge against me. It was threatening to burst out
of the tight confines of his suit, something else I loved to see, and I
growled into his mouth as he pressed it up against me.

"Want you to make me come in my suit, Dad," he murmured against my lips,
and I kissed him deeper, even more hungrily as I caressed the fine, firm
mounds of his ass in back.

"You sure, buddy? Don't want to save your cum?"

"Fuck no," he chuckled. "I know how you like it. You know I love it. You
know I can come for you again and again, Dad."

"Fuck, I remember being 19 once," I said with a chuckle of my own. But he
was right, the kid could fountain loads all day long, given the
opportunity. And now, at last, after three torturous days, we had the
opportunity again. Already, my hard cockbulge was grinding slowly, intently
against him, slowly frotting him right here on the deck, in the open,
nothing but the sounds of the birds, the wind in the trees, our soft grunts
and moans, our wet smacking kisses. Perfect.

Marsh shifted, lifted up on the balls of his feet, making his long, hard
quads flex beautifully. Parked his ass on the deck rail, and I immediately
reached around him to hold him in place, that paternal instinct firing
automatically, feeling a stab of apprehension as he balanced a dozen feet
above the driveway. He grinned, pulled me in tight, our bulges nestling
together.

"Relax, big guy," he murmured against my lips. "I know you got me."

"Yeah, I got you, baby boy," I growled huskily. Slipped him my tongue for
another short, searing, wet kiss as we began to grind together in earnest.

I was already hungrily anticipating the warm spurts of his thick college
boy cum soaking through his Speedo, soaking into my bulging briefs, making
me trigger off my own load with him, seeping warm and wet and thick
together. A cumload that he would hungrily lap from the inside of my pouch
and share with me in a searing, sticky kiss. Fuck yes. I was more than
ready, and soon, our moans increased, got louder, echoed back off the trees
and the woods around us, as we pumped and thrust and my big boy clutched
tight to me, and we began to unleash waves and waves of cum between us. The
first of many to come, these next few days.