Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2016 11:01:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: If We Got Caught

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*****

It had been awhile since I'd had the opportunity, so I just watched him
sleep. Sipped on my coffee, enjoyed the quiet of the hotel room, the slow,
steady cadence of his breathing. Let my eyes travel over his big, manly
young body. Took in the way the fur had really come in on his big, firm
round ass, starting to take root in the small of his back. The thickness of
it on his muscular forearms. The manly scruff of his overnight beard. The
bigger swell of his muscles, even bigger than before. He really was
beautiful, and I felt my heart stir for him even as my cock did the same in
my underwear.

He began to shift in his sleep, his big, long legs sliding across the
covers as the muscles in his back, and best of all his ass, slowly flexed,
undulated. He looked up at me, blinking awake slowly as ever.

"Hey," he said with his sleepy smile. "Shit... time is it?"

"Nearly 10," I said, smiling at the way his eyes suddenly awoke in panic.

"Shit, we're gonna miss the plane!"

"I put us on a later flight," I said with a grin, leaning down to meet him
in a soft, slow kiss. "Figured we could use some more time, and you sure
needed the sleep."

"Guess I did," he grinned as he sat up, stretching some more, the muscles
of his torso flexing beautifully under the soft, light carpet of dark fur
coming in nicely on it. We kissed again, a sweet echo of the way we'd made
out yesterday, after check-in. "You kept me up pretty late."

"Not that you were complaining," I murmured as I climbed onto the bed to
meet him in another, slower, deeper kiss, his arms slipping easily around
me as we lost ourselves in it for a minute. I felt the hard swell of his
morning wood, pressing against the bulge in my underwear, even more when my
big hands slipped over those glorious globes of his ass and squeezed.

"Definitely not," he moaned between plunges of our tongues. "Haven't been
fucked that good since... Christmas?"

"Even better when there's no chance of interruption," I murmured against
his lips. "Just you and me, taking all the time we need, to do it right."

"Fuck yes," he muttered, kissing me. "No risk of Mom catching us out."

I chuckled, kissed him, felt his big, hard young cock slip inside the fly
of my boxer shorts, making me grunt with horny surprise as I felt his
length slip inside, along mine. Alongside the cock I made him with, 22
years ago.

"Sometimes, I kind of wish she would, you know," he murmured as I licked
along the side of his neck, tasting the dried salt of his sweat, the faint
tang of the spit I'd left there last night. I grunted, looked into his
eyes. Serious expressions on our face as we throbbed against each other. Me
and my boy, talking the parts of the taboo we didn't usually
acknowledge. And it was hot as fuck.

"Do ya, son?" I growled. "And what do you think would happen if she did?"

"She'd leave you," he half-moaned, staring deep into my eyes. Like he was
reading my thoughts. "She'd leave you, and never want anything to do with
us ever again. And then..."

"Then what, son?" I whispered huskily. One hand holding the back of his
neck intently, the other gripping his ass. Feeling the slow, hot throb of
our father and son cocks, slipped together inside my shorts. Our eyes
locked, on fire.

"Then we could be together, Dad," he moaned lustily. "Just you and
me. Father and son. Together. All the time."

"That what you want, baby boy?" I said. "To be with me like that? Now that
you're all done with school, you wanna come home and be your Daddy's boy?
Or... your Daddy's man?"

He knew exactly what I meant, and he moaned and kissed me hard, needy,
lustily. Lashing my thick tongue wetly with his, as he started to leak his
thick young precum all over my roaring hard cock. I grabbed hold of his
perfect ass with both hands, growled into his kiss as I returned it,
clutching him to me even more tightly. I knew what he really loved to hear,
down deep. I loved thinking about it. Was thinking about it more and more,
especially now, after his big graduation two days ago, now that he was
starting out into manhood. Finding what he wanted out of life. Finding I
was still a big part of that, one that he wanted to be a bigger part. Hell,
I wanted it too, had ever since we'd started to play like this, years ago.

I eased my big son onto his back, loving the way he spread his muscled
thighs automatically, wrapping them around me to pull me into him. It was a
rhythm, a flow we knew well, one that I'd missed, found myself thinking of
more and more, even when I made love to his mother. A connection we both
needed together. I looked at the clock, saw we still had hours, and I
pushed my underwear down and off, so I could slide up inside my boy, my way
greased by the thickness of the dad load I'd left inside of him
overnight. It was so easy, almost too damn easy. Everything about this was,
and the fact that he was coming home now just made it better, and worse at
the same time. Because I wanted this all the time too, and when you're a
respectable married suburban dad, with this kind of forbidden temptation so
close at hand, that made things complex.

But as I felt him clench tightly around me, all up inside of him, I forgot
about everything else, like I always did. Focused on slowly fucking the cum
out of my big son, the love of my life, ultimately. Pushed all the other
questions out of my mind, to be revisited later. Talked about, fantasized
about, even, me and my boy, talking all low and husky to each other as we
mated furtively together. Weighing the cost of being discovered, versus the
incredible freedom it could promise. Dangerous talk. Maybe that's what was
so damn compelling, so electrifying about it. And now I was about to bring
my boy home, and this was a conversation I knew we'd be having more and
more. As I thrust my way back up inside him all over again, fucking our way
right up to the limit of our late checkout, I found myself looking forward
to it.