Date: Mon, 28 Mar 2016 11:39:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Late Riser

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*****

He came shuffling into the kitchen, all sleepy-eyed, hair askew. I smiled
at him over the paper, and he half-smiled back, sketching a wave as he made
a beeline for the coffee maker.

"Morning, buddy," I said.

"Coffee," he mumbled, voice still hoarse as he slowly woke up. He'd never
been the most talkative sort in the mornings, but he was a friendly kind of
zombie.

Steaming mug in hand, he sat down next to me at the table, sipping as I set
the paper down and looked him over. The house was quiet, and I enjoyed the
sight of his handsome face as he slowly came to life, the way his morning
stubble picked up the light, reddish hints in the light brown of it.

"Mmm, better," he said, smiling again, setting his coffee down and
stretching. The firm muscles of his body shifted beautifully under the
baggy old thermal undershirt he wore, broad shoulders, solid pecs, strong
young arms all in play as he luxuriated in the stretch. I felt his knee
brush against mine under the table, and reached down to give it a firm,
friendly squeeze that lingered. He smiled at that, powering up quickly now,
coming to life, and leaned over to kiss my lips, nice and soft. His breath
was fresh and minty on my lips, and I took a moment to kiss him back, slow
and soft, warm, a nice good-morning kiss.

"Where is everybody?" he asked afterwards, leaning forward on his elbows as
he cradled his coffee, his knee still resting companionably against mine.

"Your Mom left for work an hour ago, and your sisters are at school," I
replied, rubbing my knee back and forth slowly against his. His smile
widened, and he leaned in close again. Coffee and mint on both our breath,
mingling as I closed the gap.

"Mmm, good," he grinned, and this time the kiss was slower, deeper, lips
parting, a warm, content sound coming from both of us as he slowly, easily
slipped his warm tongue inside my mouth to greet mine. We kissed like that,
taking our time, for a good five minutes, just enjoying it, each other, the
quiet of the house, the ability to be close without interruptions. Without
hiding it. The whole day promised to be like this, and I was glad I'd taken
it off.

Our chairs scraped on the tile as we shifted them closer, and I slipped my
arm around his back to pull him in, leaning more into our kiss, lips
smacking now, a few soft moans from us both as we fell into it
more. Kissing was always one of my favorite things to do, and I loved that
he was as into it as I was. We tasted each other's mouths, tongues, shared
spit, let it go nice and deep and natural. I was bulging hard in my sweats,
and his big young cock was making a proud tent in his sleep pants. Hard for
this, hard for us, hard for me. I loved this kid so damn much, and I
planned to spend much of the day showing him. When he picked up his mug
with one hand, and my hand with the other, standing up and tugging me
towards the living room, I knew he had similar ideas.

"Damn, let me get a look at you, buddy," I murmured as he pressed me back
into the sofa, standing between my thick, spread thighs. It had been a few
months, and he was a little bigger again, the strong athletic contours of
his young body a little firmer, fuller than they'd been at Christmas. I
stroked my thick fingers over his legs, his ass, up under his baggy old
shirt, feeling his warm, smooth, tight skin as he let me feel him up,
explore his college-boy body, both of us making soft, contented sounds as I
explored him. Kissed the warm skin of his bare hip, feeling him shiver,
watching the gooseflesh prickle at his skin as I did. Tugged gently at the
waist of his sleep pants, smiling up at him.

"Can I see, kid?" I asked, even as I was tugging the waist lower. The first
glimpse of the Hanes waistband underneath.

"Of course you can, Dad," he said all huskily, smiling as he reached down,
tugging the pants down slowly, showing off for me a little, letting them
rest at half-mast down his muscled thighs. I grunted happily at the
sight. An old pair of Hanes briefs, the kind he used to wear as a teenager,
before he got into the sexier stuff, the trunks and boxer briefs that
worked so well on him. As tight as these were, yeah, I knew instantly -
these were some of those old briefs, his bigger, more muscled body crammed
tightly into them, and I grunted with lust as I stroked my fingers over
them.

"Found them in the bottom of my drawer," he said with a grin as he slowly
turned around for me, showing off more. "Thought I'd see if they still
fit. For you."

I grinned up at him, leaned in and kissed each of his firm, round cheeks
through the stretched old fabric.

"They don't, kid," I growled, "but in the best possible fuckin' way."

He laughed as I kissed his ass more firmly, tasting the dry warmth of the
cotton, his natural scent embedded in them deep. Pressed my face into his
cleft, the way the old undies had pulled up so tight at the base of his ass
driving me slowly nuts. I ran my tongue up that deep indent, and he
shivered and moaned at the feeling. I heard the rustle of his shirt coming
off and hitting the coffee table, then the slip of his pants down his
athletic thighs, and he was all mine, gloriously crammed into these old
teen briefs, and bulging hard like a man in them when he turned around and
slid into my lap to kiss me again. Throbbing hard against my stomach as we
kissed and I slid my hands up and down the hard muscles of his thighs,
savored his taste, the weight of him.

My own shirt came off, and he was hungrily nuzzling into the fur on my
meaty pecs, inhaling my musky morning scent, lapping at my nips, making
them throb erect for him, slowly rocking his trim hips as he ground
sensually in my lap. Like he'd loved doing since we'd started fooling
around. Growing up so fast, a man now, but still Daddy's boy whenever we
could get the time to play. I loved him more than ever.

"Let me see what you got on, Daddy," he moaned against my lips, before
plunging his hot, wet tongue past them to greet mine. He shifted up and
back off my lap, I lifted up, and together we tugged my sweats
down. Nothing amazing, just a little pair of white briefs, basic and simple
and clean, but the way his eyes widened and he kissed me, I knew he loved
them. Not just the big, fat cock throbbing angrily inside them, either.

"You sexy fucking dude," he panted, kissing me again, and I wriggled around
and pressed him flat on his back the length of the sofa, sliding my bigger,
thicker, hairier body up his until our hard bulges slid together, our
bodies interlocking and grinding as our tongues explored each other's
mouths, fat and wet and hungry, sloppy. I could feel the moisture between
us, seeping through the strained cotton of our underwear, and I decided
that our first load of the day, the agenda-setter, I guess, would be
something different.

He knew what I had in mind as I rocked my hips more determinedly against
him, sliding my big, hard cockbulge against his more firmly, and he grinned
and clamped those strong young thighs even tighter around me as he thrust
up against me, working with me instinctively, naturally. The friction built
slowly between us, slow and hot, just enough precum seeping from us both as
we picked up the pace, thrust harder, more directly into each other, to
keep it from being painful. I knew he had a big young load stored up after
a good night's sleep, I know I sure did, and once we took the top layer of
cream off, so to speak, we could take our time and do even more
together. All damn day.

"Fuck yeah, Dad," he moaned huskily between sloppy, smacking kisses. "Fuck
me off inside my undies, big guy."

"Yeah, you wanna cream your undies for Dad, baby boy?" I grunted
back. "Just like you used to, huh big boy?"

He moaned and attacked my mouth with his. The kid was a sucker for some hot
dirty talk, could give as good as he got, and I knew the day would be a
steady conversation like this between us, low and deep and dirty, taboo,
father and son getting deep and sexy like we both loved doing together. I
felt his muscular calves clench against the big, thrusting muscles of my
ass tighter, pulling me in closer, and from the slow burn in my balls,
blooming up through my shaft, my loins, I knew it as gonna be a big load,
for sure. And real soon. He had that look on his handsome face, in his wide
eyes, the O of his mouth, so I drove us on to the finish line. Had a lot
more I wanted to do with him today.

"Come for me, kid," I rasped into his mouth, staring hard in his eyes, as
he clutched himself even tighter to me, writhed against me. "Come in your
undies for Daddy."

"Oh fuck!" he wailed, and I felt him throb double-hard against me,
thrusting up,and then the slow pulse of warmth, of his hot young son cum,
jetting up through the fabric of his undies, into mine, against my big
cock, and triggering off my own thick, repeated pulses. Creaming my undies
along with him. Fucking incredible feeling, as we moaned and shot and
stared into each other's wide, lusty eyes.

We collapsed into each other, sweat prickling our skin, slowly, sloppily,
lovingly exchanging tongues as our bodies settled into each other in the
afterglow. The warm wetness between us, soaking our crotches, soaking into
each other, just made it all the more perfect.

"Well, I'm awake now," he chuckled after a few deep, lazy minutes of
kissing together. "So... what's next, Dad?"

I grinned, lifted slowly up off him, surveying the dark wet patch in the
gray of his old Hanes. Pulled him up with me.

"Well... let's take a nice long shower together, buddy, and see what
happens," I said with a grin and another slow, eagerly received kiss.

"Let's keep the undies on while we do, huh Dad?" he murmured against my
lips, and I felt that tingle in my loins again. Fuck, I loved this horny,
imaginative little fucker. I squeezed his firm young ass and slipped him
some more tongue.

"Lead the way, son," I growled, and he did.