Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2012 02:32:52 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Ken Bathes Kevin

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Ken Bathes Kevin

The armada had seemed to dominate the high seas. Ships had been plundered
while the poor lost crews had cruelly walked the plank to their
oblivion. The seven seas were won and held to the glory of the king. Then
Tony Tugboat made an unscheduled appearance and all was lost. The armada
was sunk with much fan fare as Tony Tugboat sailed away in triumph.
    Ken held up the sunken remains inspecting the ships innards. "I see
dead bodies".
    "No, dad", Kevin said with ghoulish glee. "The sharks ate 'em".
    "Ah, yes. Easy come, easy go".
    Kevin lifted the tugboat. "But there are skeletons in here".
    Ken lifted the bar of soap and rubbed until lather foamed in his
hands. "Come here. Time to swab your decks".
    Kevin knelt between his dads knees as the hands soaped his chest. His
movements swashed the water in the soaker tub. "Can I do your chest,
captain?"
    "Aye, me hearty" and he handed over the bar. As his son awkwardly
rubbed the soap through the forest of his chest his own hands foamed over
the lads chest and tummy.
    The sea battles were recreation but this was the purpose of their
bath. To clean and sparkle. Father washing son washing father. Now,
perhaps, his son was of an age when it was unnecessary for him to bathe
with his dad but, even now, it was a time that father and son both felt
close and unreserved. Besides how often could dad and son hang out naked
and both feel comfortable. It was their time alone with the rest of the
world on the other side of the locked door.
    For most of the time they washed each other in silence. A comfortable
quiet of understanding between father and son. Ken sliding soapy paws over
the smooth chest and tummy: fingers tweaking the boy paps causing giggles
and hardened nips. Kevins hands causing soap to obscure the black chest
hairs. Hands pulling and combing the hairs or revealing the large dark
nipples that were always firm.
    "Spread", Ken would whisper and his son complied allowing the soapy
mitts to trail down soaping between his legs. Fingers washing cocklet,
balls, and underneath between the legs; the ridge, the crack, the fat
mounds of boy ass. Ken always kissed his sons ear. Both hands taking a
side; washing, feeling, fondling cocklet, balls, cheeks, valley, boy
hole. Tongue tracing the ridges of the ear, darting at the canal all the
while wishing it were another opening, then lips suckling and teasing the
lobe.
    Kevin sliding hands from chest to shoulders. Arms enfolding as his lips
find daddys. Hands now soaping his back as daddy holds him close. Body
against body. Hands soaping his back. Then his cheeks. Parting
them. Sliding into the valley. Finding. Touching. Teasing. As his kiss
deepens - daddy tongue. Half battling, half
sucking. Breathing. Tongue. Tasting spit. Tasting. Daddy.
    Ken tasting his son. That gentle tongue enveloped by his own as soapy
fingers explore soft pliant flesh. The firmness and the softness of boy
butt. Loving. Kneading. Hunger mounting. A hand parting cheek as fingers
trail the valley to stop and dance at the virgin.
    Kevin holding daddys head as the kiss deepens, tongues swirl. Body
pushing instinctively against the fingers. (Push it inside me, daddy. Up
inside me.) Breath harsh. Nostrils flaring.
    Ken lightly fingering. Index digit pressing inward. Slightly. Muscles
grasping the finger. Sucking it in. First knuckle feeling the taught
muscle. Then the next knuckle. Pad of the finger pressing down on the bump,
the prostate, the joy buzzer. His son suddenly thrustinng against his
torso. Hoarse breath at the lads ear, "I know, son. Feels good". A slow
finger-fuck. Tantalizing the boys body. Awakening his hole to
possibilities.
    Kevin sighing into his daddys shoulder. Wanting more. Afraid of
more. Feeling his asshole come alive. Hands tugging on daddys ears. Cocklet
stone rigid and throbbing. Finger in and out. Slow. Gentle. Sweet
torture. Body begging to escape; hole begging for more. Lips finding
his. He thrusting tongue into daddys mouth. Bouncing muscle on
muscle. Finger leaving. Gone. Hands on his rump then sliding up his back to
his shoulders then holding him at bay.
    Ken smiles. "Aye, me-hearty, time to batton down for the monsoon". Then
standing bringing his son to his feet. Stepping from the tub they head into
the glass shower stall. As water cascades they rinse the soap away in a
foamy waterfall. Then Ken steps to the tiled seat at the far end of the
stall. Sitting he extends an arm beckoning his son. Fingers meet. The lad
moves into warm wet arms as heated rain pours down. Arms entwine as father
kisses son. Hands explore wet flesh. Paws over smooth, small over
hairy. Lips on family. Tongues dance. Ken breaks the kiss as he leans
against cool tile. Hand cups his sons face as eyes meet, smiles
exchanged. His other hand grasps the base of his fat thick hard-on. A few
quick shakes and his son looks down then up. The request is conveyed. And
Kevin grins.
    Kevin gets carefully down as tiles meet knees. Hands support his torso
by grasping daddys hairy thighs. Head moves down. Mouth opens.
   Ken sighs. It is always the same - this thrill coursing through him as
his son takes the first few sucks of his knob. Tongue sliding under the
cockhead as lips encircle, as mouth sucks.
    Kevin inhales his daddys cock. Eyes turn upward to enjoy the torture on
daddys face. Eyes on eyes as he sucks in the mammoth meat. The smooth fat
knob pressing against the roof of his mouth. Tongue massaging the
underneath. Flicking the excitable vee. Watching daddys eyes glaze over.
    Mommy knocking at the door announcing dinner in five minutes. Daddy
barking acknowledgement.
    Kevin suppressing a smile as daddy grins. Kevin giving a few more hard
sucks before rising. Time is up.
    Drying, dressing and casual dinner conversation make up the next
hour. Television and homework make up the next few. Then bedtime. Night,
mom; night, dad; kisses all around. As mom tidies up in the kitchen and
prepares goodies for the school bake sale, dad changes into pyjama boxers.
    Ken enters his sons room quietly. As the boy pulls down the covers he
carefully shuts the door. At the foot of the bed he studies his naked son:
the smooth lithe body, the cocklet up and begging. He descends. Mouth sucks
in boy cock and balls. Tongue manipulates and bounces as mouth sucks on
youth. Hands finger his hair as he sucks the cocklet and loose bag. Nuts
are tumbled by the tongue. Dad eats son. Sucks up as head pulls back. Then
releases. Looking into the lads eyes he crawls up over the boys body. His
rump barely touching the boys chest.
    Kevin pulls the cock through the fly sucking it in quickly. Hard cock
begging for his talented release. He sucks cock. As daddy settles more
fully on his knees he sits up in bed. Easier to suck. Slurping as his head
bounces hard. One paw on the back of his head as the other reaches back to
fondle his sex. Kevin sucks daddy cock. Small thrusts fuck his sucking
mouth. Mouth watering as daddys juice begins to slime his mouth. The big
gulp is near. Daddy sighs.
    "Fuck, son, I'm so close. Don't stop sucking my cock", he
whispers. Breath gasping.
    Kevin sucks harder. His throat groaning at the anticipation. The
vibration shaking the sliming knob. Juices filling his mouth. Thrusts
faster. Daddy trying not to make a groan. Suppressing vocal desire.
    "Yeah. It's here. Coming. Suck. Suck".
    And the flood arrives. So much! Mouth filling. Full. Hard to
swallow. Must. Sucking. Choking. More. More. Flooding his mouth with
pungent man cum. Daddy juice. Swallowing. Daddy sighing. Head held
firmly. Thrusting stops but the waves still come. Head firmly held on
knob. The flow stops. Daddy pulls out. Kevin looks up as satisfaction meets
contentment.
    Ken gets off the bed wiping his cock on the sheet. Bending down he
kisses his son. Tongue swipes a taste of himself. He tussles his sons hair
as they share a nod, a smile, understanding. He bends down giving the
cocklet a quick hard suck and the balls a tumble. A quick nod before he
slips out of the room.
    Kevin pulls the sheets up nestling into the comfort. The damp spot on
the sheet pressed against his nose as son sleeps with the sent of daddy
beside him and the taste of daddy on his breath.