Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2012 00:38:27 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Island of sons 2

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Island of Sons 2

Corey rested his back against the smooth hairs of his daddies torso. The
large man-paw running its fingers tenderly up and down his thighs made him
feel tingly and warm. He watched the changing images on the tv as his dad
searched through the menu.
     Brad studied the various on-screen choices. In-house movies were
listed under three choices: cartoon, adventure, family. 'Not much choice',
Brad thought non-plussed as he moved on. Food choices: in-house or dining
hall. Welcome Video; that could wait. The Meeting Room: a quick look showed
it was possible for chats with other dads or to set up get togethers with
other dads and sons. 'This has possibilities'.
    Brad moved his hand up the thigh running the back of his fingers over
his sons chest and tummy. Lightly he kissed the top of his sons head.
    He clicked on the WELCOME icon. Perhaps this would help decide which
place to search next. Chapters appeared: Intro, Rules, Medical Facility,
Medical Emergencies, Who's Available Now For Get-togethers, Introducing
Your Son. 'That could be interesting'.
    Click.
    The icon flashed, flared, the screen image wavered as another image
flashed then solidified. Costas' face appeared full-screen. "As you may
have surmised our family films are about our kinds of families. We are all
a part of the most intimate love that exists between father and son. Commit
to it. Embrace it. Record it." As he spoke the camera zoomed out revealing
his naked shoulders then chest. "Love like this is gentle and warm and
loving". His naked stomach came into view as the camera panned back. "If
you watch this video with your son you will both understand the physical
love between father and son". As the camera moved further back it revealed
Mandylor sucking the fat cock of his father. Costas glanced at his son then
back at the camera. "There is so much to teach. And so much to learn. With
so many rewards".
    Brad and his son watched as a different father and son enjoyed
sixty-nine, later another where the son swallowed his dad, and a third the
other way around. Then Costas with an arm folded to the back of his head as
his son buried his face in the armpit. "Now it's your turn, daddy. Teach
your son. Love your son. Tenderly". Costas offered a smile as the screen
faded to the icon menu.
    Brad let his fingers trail down to his sons cock and balls. Fondling
lightly, letting the balls tumble in his fingers he softly asked: "Did you
like that movie, pet?"
    Corey was thoughtful a moment. "Do all daddies do that?"
    "Some do. Some don't". His fingers soothed the underside of the stiff
cocklet. "You and I have been having baths now. Do you like the way daddies
looks?"
    "Yeah", he said spreading his legs wider to accommodate the tender
fondling. "You're so big".
    "Well, so are you", Brad lied.
    "Really?"
    "Yeah, very big". He let his fingers feel the cock and balls. "You're
big all over. Feels very nice".
    Corey let his hand fall onto his fathers crotch. The pouch was firm and
full as his hand felt the flair of the knob. The lad turned his face up to
his dads. "Can I see?"
    Brad kissed his son lightly on the lips. "Of course you can see
me. Here. Let me get it for you". He slid the boy off his knee as he
shucked the briefs down his thighs. "There. How's that?"
    Corey stared at the massive meat, thick, standing defiant, the skin
back enough to reveal the top of the smooth cockhead. Leaning over he
wrapped both hands about the prick. "Daddy, this is really fat! Look I
can't even get my hands around it!"
    Brad slid his hands over the boys rump. "I'm a man. My hands are
bigger. My arms are bigger. Of course my cock'll be bigger".
    "It's nice. I like this, daddy!". The hands manipulated the excess
flesh. Pulling down allowing the knob to poke out then pulling the foreskin
up to obliterate the head.
    "I like this, too, pet". The fingers trailed the valley of his sons
ass. "Feels really nice. So good". The hands urged his own fingers on as he
felt the boys pucker.
    As Corey stared down at the piss slit in the centre of the emerging
head as he slid the skin back he felt his fathers other hand slide through
his silky hair. The gentle trailing fingers in his ass crack slid down to
softly tumble his small berries. He studied the magnificent prick, the
curves and veins in the hard velvet stalk, the slopes of the cock head
hill.
    "Do you want to see my balls?" Brad asked peeling the briefs off as he
moved down the couch resting his back on the padded arm rest, his feet
planted firmly as his knees raised high. Spreading his thighs he allowed
his son to take in the full view of this mans hairy sex.
    Corey slid from his knees to his stomach. His fingers felt the large
balls within the hairy sac. The large hand once again began to finger his
hair as he played with the bag.
    "Slide in a little closer, son. That's good. Now you can smell them if
you want". His hand on his sons head encouraged the lad.
    Corey pressed his nose into the pliant bag. The hairs tickled as he
cushioned his face in deeper as he strongly inhaled.
    "That's the way. Smell daddies bag".
    The lad took in several deep breaths. Fingers lifted the balls rubbing
them against his face. He like the velvety bag with it coarse hairs. It
smelled musky yet clean. It smelled of daddy.
    "That's real nice, son. Maybe you should smell daddys cock, too".
    Corey pressed his nose against the base of the stalk inhaling as he
slid his nose up the warmth. His fingers weaved through the dense bush of
crotch hair. As he brought his nose to the exposed V of the plump knob he
caught his fathers eye causing him to grin.
    "You like this, hunh?" Brad smiled back.
    The boy giggled. "Yeah", he nodded.
    "Why don't you give it a little kiss?"
    Corey gave the knob a loud smack of his lips causing them both to
laugh. He was hoisted by his shoulders into his dads arms and as his neck
was nuzzled he squirmed with childish glee. Soon he was airborne as his dad
raised up from the couch all the while giving the boy loud raspberries on
his neck.
    Brad crawled onto the large bed swinging his son freely to and
fro. Then he was tossed down hard enough for a bounce. Brad dove into his
son giving loud raspberries to the lads tummy.
    Corey squeeled in delight at the loud kisses as those large paws raced
over his body tickling this and lightly pinching that. He sqirmed, he
giggled, he clasped his dads broad shoulders.
    "Ooh", Brad teased, "I see something that needs to be kissed!" He moved
his face down and sucked the boys sex into his mouth.
    Corey's giggling quickly subsided as his body responded to this new
sensation. His hard little cocklet and balls were plunged into a warm wet
pool of spongy muscle. The warm wet walls pulsed sensually aroung his
boyish sex as the tongue moved the balls or moved up and down the underside
of his prick.
    Brad luxuriated in the sensation of boy in his mouth. His boy. His
son. Smelling the fresh scent of youth as his mouth and tongue played with
the lures of youth. He suckled as his tongue carressed.  The little prick
defiantly rigid in its pencil thin glory. His hands soothed his sons thighs
as Brad lay on his stomach. Brad slowed the intensity allowing his tongue
to bounce the tiny balls as the cock pulsed against the roof of his
mouth. By moving his jaw the tiny knob slid back and forth as he continued
to placy toss with the berries.
    Corey closed his eyes as his arms stretched back beyond his head. His
little body squirmed at the magical sensations in his groin. He never
wanted this wondrous feeling to end.
    Brad let the balls drop from his mouth as he pursed his lips then began
to slightly bob his head. He felt a swelling of pride as he gave his son
his first blowjob. The tongue gave the knob little swipes as he sucked the
pricklet. Sucking. Bobbing. Swiping. Goading the boy cock into giving up
what it did not yet possess. Sucking youth into his mans mouth. Sucking his
son.
    Corey felt the swirling of cool air around his sex as his dad raised
his head. He looked up into the warm eyes as the handsome loving face
hovered over his. His arms reached up, hands clasping the mans cheeks.
    "Do ya think you could do that for me?" And then a warm smile crossed
the flushed face.
    As his dad fell to his side Corey moved down to his dads cock. As the
man rolled to his back he crawled between the hairy legs. Hands pulled the
cock off the stomach as his mouth lowered to kiss the knob.
    Warm flesh. Salty. His tongue feathered a lick at the piss-slit. Milky
liquid. Not pee. Something else. Something more. Better. Wondering how much
he could take his mouth widened. The whole fat pliant knob. Filled his
mouth. Tongue pressed at the V. Sucking. Daddy was feeling his hairy nuts
as Corey sucked the knob. Daddy was groaning but in a good way. He liked
this, too. He sucked harder. Saltiness with the goo. Tasted good
though. Yummy.
    Brad pushed his sons mouth off his cock. "No. Just watch". He wrapped a
fist around his cock and began to pump. "Daddy'll get it for
you. Watch. Just watch me jerk off".
    Corey watched fascinated at the speed of the hand and the way it
slammed against the balls on every downward
stroke. Harder. Fast. Faster. Daddy was groaning.
    "Watch. Son. Watch. Daddies getting it for ya. Watch. It's coming.
Coming. Oh. Oh! Yeah! Here! It's here! Oh god! Watch me!"
    The gob shot up in an arc landing on daddies chest. The second
lower. The third straight up landing back on the knob. The white cream
pooled into the top of the closed fist then trickled down the
knuckles. More came. Thinner cream. More trickling as daddy stopped sighing
contentedly.
    Corey ran a finger into the pool on the hairy stomach. "What is it?"
    "Cum", Brad sighed. "Taste it".
    The boy licked the end of his fingers. "Salty". He scopped up another
taste. "Good". Eyeing the wet knob and dribbling fingers he ran his tongue
into the creamy swamp. "Mmmm", he cooed as he sucked up the cum.
    Brad watched his son suck up his own essence; the DNA of his being. And
he sighed.

Part 3 to follow