Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2016 12:19:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Labor Day

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*****

"You know, this wasn't what I had in mind for Labor Day - like, actual
labor," Caleb said as he wheeled the wheelbarrow over to me.

"Me either, buddy, me either," I grunted, wiping the sweat from my
forehead. "Cold beer and a burger is more my speed."

"Damn, mine too," he said, grinning at me from beneath the brim of his old,
beat-up ballcap.

"Yeah, not until you're eighteen, at least," I said with a mock-frown.

"Not long now," he said, and I nodded. He was growing up fast, still that
boyishness to his features, but he was filling out real quick lately. Even
had a little scruff on his chin that he'd been carefully cultivating for a
while now. The kid was looking fine, damn fine. I felt a bit of a pang.
Before long, he'd be off at college, and my boy would be heading out on his
own path, becoming a man.

"Besides, think how pleased your grandma will be when she gets home and
sees what a nice job we've done on her yard," I said, forcing myself not to
get all wistful.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, ever the teenager.

It was getting seriously hot, and I could feel myself roasting in the sun,
while Caleb's broad young shoulders turned a steadily deeper brown. Caleb
dropped his gloves on the grass and exhaled a deep sigh, arms up behind his
head. I couldn't help but admire him - the hard definition of his
lacrosse-honed muscles, the tufts of dark fur in his pits, the way his old
gym shorts hung low on his trim hips, highlighting the tight curves of his
ass. The glow of sweat on his smooth, tawny skin. Damn.

I stepped into the garage, went to Dad's old fridge there, and found the
six-pack I'd put there a couple days ago, in anticipation of all the
thirsty work. I cracked the top on one and stepped out to hose the mulch
dust out of the wheelbarrow, seeing Caleb eyeing my beer thirstily.

"Here, buddy," I said, taking a quick swig from it before handing it to
him. "Thanks for the work. You deserve a reward."

"For real? he said, eyes lighting up. "Thanks, Dad!"

"Don't mention it, bud," I grinned, setting my tired, sweaty ass down
across from him. "Really, I mean it - your Mom would have my ass if she
knew."

"Don't worry, Dad" he said with a wink. "Who'd want your old, busted ass
anyway?"

He tipped me a playful wink, and I knew he was just being a smartass,
because after all, he was 17. But I knew I looked alright. I was naturally
bigger-built than Caleb, more powerful through the shoulders and chest from
football and wrestling back in the day. I was starting to get a little soft
in the middle, but that was OK - Lindy said I carried it well, and I was
plenty fit otherwise. I hoped Caleb appreciated the ease with which he put
on muscle and kept so lean. I know I sure did.

But I gave him a quick blast with the hose anyway, because you can't take
that shit lying down, even if it is a joke. Caleb yelled out, his tight
muscles clenching even tighter as the cold blast of water hit him square in
the chest. I couldn't help but laugh at him as he spluttered. He started to
laugh with me, then swiped his sweaty ballcap off his head and ducked his
head into the cool spray, and I felt a lump growing in my shorts all of a
sudden.

When he stood up, smiling, his skin dripping, his old shorts pasted to him,
he saw how I was looking at him. He blushed, looked away, then back at me
with a sly smile of his own, before taking a sip of his beer.

"Jeez Dad," he said. "I'm all wet now. How'm I gonna ride home like this?"

Our eyes met, and that electricity shot between us. We hadn't done this
much, but we'd done it, and we kept coming back to it. So fuck it.

"Maybe you should take `em off, let `em dry, son," I said huskily. I
reached over and pushed the gate between the garage and the side of the
house closed, and now we had some privacy.

Caleb gave me that look, a heated smile, sexy as hell, one that was going
to have panties - or boxer briefs, more likely - dropping left and
right. he set his beer down and slowly slipped those old, soaked basketball
shorts down, leaving him in a pair of wet trunks that looked painted onto
his lean, toned lacrosse jock body. Painted to the growing teen cock making
an impressive mound in those clinging shorts of his.

Like I said, we hadn't done this much, but we were in it deep, deep in the
new, taboo hotness of it all, and when I cut the hose off and stepped to
him, he met me halfway. His lips were already opening, and his eager young
tongue tasted tartly of beer as I grabbed his tight young body to mine and
fed him my tongue.

"You know, Dad," he said after a few long, hot and sweet minutes, "I was
sort of thinking... or hoping... you might have had a different kind of
reward in mind."

I felt him rock his hips, pressing his fully-hard bulge playfully against
the matching one tenting my own old shorts. His hands played up the sweaty
thickness of my back, squeezing the muscles.

"Yeah, that a fact, son?" I said. "What did you have in mind?"

He blushed and looked away, but smiled too. He was still a kid, really,
still so new to all this, and he didn't yet have the words to ask for what
he wanted. Not all the time, anyway. That was one of the lessons about
being a man he was still learning.

"Maybe something... like this?" I said all husky, slowly crouching down to
his waist.

His eyes followed me raptly, biting his lip, as I hooked my fingers in the
low-slung waistband of his trunks and slowly peeled them down. When his
handsome young cock snapped out, nearly slapping me in the face, I could
have stopped... but I wanted him naked. And besides, his underwear needed
to dry too, right?

Caleb lifted his feet out of the wet tangle of fabric, and I tossed them
onto the concrete next to his discarded shorts, then ran my hands up his
long, lean-muscled thighs, loving the dampness of the manly fur coming in
on them. My hands slid right up and around to cup the twin, firm mounds of
his tight little ass, and I leaned in close to bury my face in the wet,
sweaty fur of his ever-growing young bush, rich and brown and heavy with
young man's musk. His hardon stabbed at my throat, like it wanted to knock
a hole in it and slide on down, so I looked up at him winked, and gave him
something even better - my mouth, opening wide as my tongue snaked out to
lick the salty head of his cock, savoring it as I closed my lips around it
and slowly took him down.

"Ah jeez, Dad," he moaned, his voice breaking a little, his hand coming
down to cup the back of my head.

He had a good-sized piece on him, but not so big that I was choking on it
or anything. I'd sucked a fair amount of cock back in college, and every
once in awhile since I'd gotten married - I mean, some of us guys still got
needs, you know? So I had some skills, and to a 17-year-old kid, any mouth
on your cock is the best mouth ever, so I treated my boy the best way I
knew how.

Sucking my son reminded me just how much I loved doing this. I loved the
taste, the feel, the throb of a guy's dick in my mouth. Loved to wrap my
tongue around it and lavish it, coat it in spit and suck down the salty,
manly musk. I loved the feel of his muscles tensing and flexing as I
stroked them, like Caleb's fine young ass was doing in my big hands now. I
let one of his cheeks go so I could run my hand appreciatively up the
tight, clenching muscles of his smooth torso, all damp with sweat and water
and twitching at my touch. His pecs were really starting to come in, and I
squeezed my way over and around them, making him moan and throb even more
in my mouth. Then I grazed over his big, stiff young nips, and he twitched
even harder all over, moaning again as I palmed them, rubbed them, pinched
and tweaked them, making him try to fuck my face. Yeah, I loved all of
it. Loved all of him, especially like this.

I moved my other hand from his ass, down and between his thighs, under my
bobbing, spit-dripping chin, beneath his big young balls, and began to
stroke along the sweaty stretch of his taint. I could feel hair starting to
come in there in earnest now, even more than when we'd started doing this a
few months ago. Even more of it coming in in the deep, damp cleft of his
ass, under my probing, stroking, rubbing finger, and then there was nothing
but smooth, slick muscle, a hard little knot of tightness that pulsed at my
touch.

"Oh shit!" he half-wailed, his thighs spreading a little wider, his cock
spurting precum into my mouth, right down my throat, and I grunted and
growled, sending a vibration down through the core of his cock and deep
inside of him, driving him even more nuts.

"Dad, if you don't stop, I'm gonna..." he started, and I locked eyes with
him and grunted my approval, stroked his bud more intently, feeling it
starting to open up to me, and then he was done for.

His mouth hung open in a soundless scream, his breath ragged and hitching,
a hot jets of salty, tangy teen cum began to paste my throat. I sucked
harder, deeper, milking it out of him eagerly, swallowing him down as quick
as I could. I didn't dare touch the throbbing bar of my own cock, or it'd
be all over for me right there inside my shorts.

I eased up off of his twitching piece, his whole body shivering and
twitching in concert with it, knowing how sensitive he got after his load,
Grinned up at him, licking the excess cum and spit from my lips, and
swallowing loudly, as he stared at me, slack-jawed in post-cum shock, his
eyes haze, his face sexy as hell with post-orgasmic bliss. When I slowly
stood up and cupped his ass in my hands, pulling him close, he opened his
mouth eagerly and devoured my tongue with hungry gusto. Seemed like his
kissing got better and better every time we did this. By the time I finally
sent him off to college, he was going to be a seriously skilled playmate. I
couldn't wait to see him grow.  His hand groped the big bulge of my cock
through my shorts with slow intent as we tongue-dipped on each other,
sharing the remnants of his powerful young load between us. And then it was
all gone, and he was licking my lips for the last little stray traces of
it, smacking his own lips with a contented noise and his eyes alive and
happy.

"That the kind of thing you had in mind, buddy?" I said, rubbing the back
of his head.

"That was... freakin'... awesome!" he grinned, and I had to laugh at his
goofy, boyish enthusiasm. Not quite a man yet, and that was just fine with
me, right now.

I sent him into the garage to get me a beer, as I wiped the fresh sweat off
my forehead, the spit in my mouth still thick with the traces of his
seed. A taste I loved, and hoped to continue enjoying for years to
come. When I looked up, he was standing in the garage doorway, beautifully
naked, spent cock dangling heavily between his athletic thighs, the fresh
beer in his hand already beaded with condensation. Just about the most
beautiful sight in the world, and I felt my mouth literally water.

"So... you didn't get off, Dad," he said, smiling and eyeing me up and
down. "And, well... I wanna help you with that, if you want..."

I grinned, feeling my cock throb even harder, as I made my way to him in
the doorway.

"Gonna be awhile before your shorts dry, son," I said, leaning in to take
the beer from him. "Got any ideas how we can pass the time?"

He looked over his shoulder at the big, tarp-covered shape of Dad's old
Grand Marquis, looming in the dim coolness of the garage behind him. Mom
still hadn't been able to bring herself to get rid of it after Dad passed
last year. I was thinking it would make a good first car for Caleb. Then he
grinned back at me, his eyebrow cocked. Damn, the little fucker was
thinking just like me. Damn, I loved him.

So I took a long, refreshing swig of beer, set it down on Dad's old
workbench, grabbed hold of my boy's sweaty ass in both hands as his mouth
found mine again, and lifted him up, carrying him back to lay him out on
the big, long hood of the old Mercury. He flopped back on the tarped hood
with a laugh, watching me avidly as I shucked my shorts and my boxer
briefs, showing him just how damn hard he'd made me. I loved how his eyes
always widened when they saw my dick. A nice, big, thick dick, one he'd
come to know very well since this past Spring. One he was going to get to
know even better, very soon.

His laugh died out as he looked back up at me, licking his lips and nodding
slowly, He understood perfectly well what I wanted, and as he spread his
long, tight-muscled thighs wider, showing me that deep, newly-furry cleft
of his, he understood what he wanted too.

"Now this is the kind of Labor Day I was hoping for, Dad," he said all
huskily as I took hold of his waist and pulled him back across the hood
until his ass rested just on top of the fender. Just at the right height
for my cock to reach him properly.

"Me too, son. Me too," I said, coming in to kiss him again. And then I set
to work.