Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2016 11:04:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Inspection

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"Atten-shun!" I barked, in my best commanding voice. He shot me a look,
half-amused, half I-oughta-kick-your-ass, but he snapped to attention
alright, big chest out, shoulders back, thick thighs together. Once a
soldier, always a soldier...

I walked around him slowly, surveying the powerful nakedness of his chunky
fireplug form. He'd always been a beefy dude, the kind of guy who could
easily slip from natural thick power to fatness in his middle-age years if
he wasn't careful. If he didn't keep himself active, lifting and running
and sweating and maintaining the plush natural power of his short, but
densely-packed body.

"Arms up, soldier," I said firmly. He complied, lifting those thick guns of
his, hands up behind his clean-shaven head, thick biceps bulging more now,
a little hint of his sweaty, manly aroma from his exposed pits. Even now,
that cock of his - thick, short, but powerful like the rest of him, with a
big set of clean-shaven balls beneath - was beginning to stand to attention
too. He might roll his eyes at this between us, but he liked it. Like it a
lot. Cocks don't lie.

"Permission to speak freely, sir?" he said, adding a little bit of attitude
to that last part. I just nodded at him as I continued my walkaround
inspection. Fully dressed to his nakedness. Feeling my own cock swell and
rise in my suit pants.

"I've said it before, I know, but seriously... I still don't get what a guy
like you is doing with -"

"That's enough, soldier," I snapped, squaring up to him. I was a couple
inches taller, and while I wasn't built as densely as him, I had plenty of
muscle of my own to be proud of. Yeah, sure, I could go to the bar or get
on one of the apps and have a dude like me over here within the hour. Been
there, done that. But that wasn't what I wanted. What I lusted over the
most. What I wanted was this guy.

We stared at each other, his arms still up obediently. Something deep,
silent, but electric in the air between us. And when I leaned in to kiss
him, firm but soft at the same time, his lips were already responding. A
soft grunt shaded into a whimper from him, as my tongue probed past his
lips, meeting the slick, warm, lively animal of his own tongue, but he
still stood solid, even as one of my hands dropped to his powerful hip, and
the muscular swell of his ass behind it, while the other reached down to
slowly fist the powerful thickness of his cock. He was already starting to
bubble precum from the fat, blunt tip of it as I manhandled the incredible
girth and heft of him. The thought made my mouth water a little, and I fed
that spit to him as my own cock throbbed inside my pants.

As much as he loved everything else between us, and much as he loved
playing the soldier boy for me, what he loved most of all was the power
between us. Giving it over to me, power and control, flipping the customary
roles. Letting me take over, submitting to it, after decades of being in a
position of power himself. As a soldier, as a coach, as a team captain. As
a parent. He was almost twice my age, but for him, there was a sense of
freedom in letting me take over like this, he'd told me so, and it just
made the intense sexual bond between us even hotter, if that was possible.

"I'm gonna tell you something, soldier," I half-growled as we broke off the
kiss. "You're the hottest piece of man flesh I've ever known, stud. All
thick, chunked up with muscles - these big fucking thighs, that mighty
fucking ass, your big deep fucking barrel chest - and I love that you've
kept it so tight, in shape. For me. For us."

He let out a little moan as my hand cupped and squeezed each part of his
body as I referenced it, maintaining my slow, easy stroke on his big prick
with the other. And then I leaned in and ran my tongue up the length of one
of his sweaty, exposed pits, then the other. That brought a shiver to his
whole body, a deeper moan, one that continued hungrily as I slipped my
sweat-tangy tongue to his mouth for him to suck his own taste from. As
always, he did it eagerly.

"So there's that, soldier," I went on, eyes locked on his as I continued to
manhandle him, like I knew he loved. "And the sex is the hottest I've ever
experienced, stud. Nobody's ever taken my cock, in his mouth or his ass,
like you do. Nobody's ever pulled so many fuckin' loads out of me in one
session as you do. I bet you were real fuckin' popular at boot camp, huh
stud?"

At that, he growled, and broke protocol by leaning up to kiss me - yeah, he
was active duty at a different time, back when fucking with your fellow
soldiers was a dangerous thing to do, but he'd had his adventures, and the
idea still made him so fucking hot - but I pulled my head back a
little. Part of this was maintaining control. He wanted that, craved that
more than the intense hot wet kisses we loved to share.

"But more than that... most of all..." I went on, dropping my voice to a
low, husky growl-whisper. "I'm with you because you're my fucking Dad, and
I love this bond between us. Being your son. Being your man. Having your
fine ass living with me. Taking care of you. Paying you back for all those
years you supported me. Put a roof over my head."

"Son," he began with a rueful smile, "I've told ya, you don't need to -"

"Quiet, grunt!" I barked, and he shut right up. Looked at me with wide eyes
that had a lusty fire deep within them. His cock throbbed even harder in my
hand, and I could feel the slickness of his juices slowly coating my palm
and fingers. Fuck, this was going to be good.

"I love how we live now, Dad... soldier," I said. "You love it too. I've
loved you since the first time you let me suck this big fucking cock of
yours when I was 17. Since you first tapped my ass. And since you first let
me tap yours in return."

Dad grinned lustily and growled at the memory, all that hot, secret fun we
had back in the day. Before he got divorced and his short stay with me here
in Philly turned into a longer-term arrangement. This perfect thing we had.

"We've got something special here, Dad. You worked your ass off your whole
life to provide for me. To take care of me. Made me the man I am. A man
like you. And now it's my turn. Gonna take care of you now, big guy. Gonna
show you the man I am. The man you made me."

I finally took my hand off his cock, planted both hands on the big, thick
plates of his pecs, and gave him a solid push onto the bed. Took some
effort - he was built thick and low to the ground, after all. But I had
plenty of good, solid muscle of my own, and the bonus of being in control
here. Just the way he liked me to be.

"So now, I'm gonna show you, yet again, how much I love what we have. Why I
want you with me, the way you are. How fucking hot you are to me,
soldier... Dad."

He looked up at me with that gleam in his eyes, that potent mixture of
lust, love, gratitude, as he sat on the end of the bed. Our bed. I reached
down for my belt buckle, but he shook his head.

"No... let me... Sir," he said, voice husky, needful, and I let his thick
fingers undo my belt, my button, my zipper, slipping my suit pants down my
long, muscled legs, folding them neatly as I stepped out of them.

He ran his big paws up my thick quads - thick like his, just longer - and
followed his hands with his lips, kissing them worshipfully as I flexed
them up for him, my hand rubbing the faintly stubbled back of his
head. Nuzzled his way up to the bigness of my hard cock, crammed into the
designer trunks he liked best on me, his big paws slipping round to cup my
ass as he mouthed my bulge, lips and tongue, tasting the musk of my long
day in the office, feeling the physical manifestation of my love and lust
for him. I let his big paws work up my shirtfront, unknotting my tie,
unbuttoning my shirt, releasing me, peeling everything off until I stood
before him, naked but for my spit-soaked trunks.

"Permission to show you how grateful I am for you, Sir... Son?" He asked,
looking up at me as he ran his mitt over my big young bulge. "Permission to
show you how much I fucking love you, kid?"

"Permission granted, soldier," I growled, but with a smile this time, as he
freed my cock from my trunks and slid its musky young thickness into his
mouth, swallowing and spit-shining it, soaking it with his dad spit for the
long, deep journey it was about to take up inside of him, up into the hot,
clutching depths of his chunky-muscled ex-soldier ass. The final step of my
inspection of him, and the part that he loved the best of it all. The part
we both loved the most.