Date: Sat, 1 Nov 2003 08:10:16 -0500
From: Joe e Almore <jebalemore@juno.com>
Subject: Learning from Jake

This is a story about sex between a father and his adult son - and a
little bit of autofellatio thrown in for fun.  You know the drill: Don't
read this if you aren't legally allowed to do so.  And don't STEAL it!

Learning from Jake
by
Jeb Alemore


I have a good kid.  He's 23, handsome, has a good job with a computer 
software company.  He's respectful... and the BEST sex partner I've ever
had!
I was in the Navy for 20 years... I knew that guys fooled around with
each 
other on ships and in subs.  I even let myself cop a couple of blow jobs
-- in the dark, of course; I never knew who it was sucking on my joint. 
I wasn't beyond feeding a hungry cocksucker when he needed it, either! 
Now, at 46, I'm getting more sex than I ever have in my life!  All from
my very loving -- and very knowledgeable -- son!

I'd arrived home from vacationing in Florida.  It was a restful trip and
I needed the time alone to see where I was.  My wife had run off with a
professional wrestler a few months before and I just didn't know what to
do with myself.  I figured a change of scene might help.  Although Jake
had his own apartment, I asked him to stay at the house to keep an eye on
things while I was away.  He could stay in his old room, pick up the
newspapers and the mail; water the plants & stuff.  I thought he might
enjoy being in the familiar surroundings.

I left Florida on Saturday morning, thinking that I'd stop overnight
somewhere on the return to Virginia.  Amazingly, the traffic on I-95
wasn't as hairy as it usually is, and I made it home at about 9pm.  I
hadn't bothered to let Jake know I was coming home a day early.  I was
quite tired when I got home.  I dragged myself into the house, leaving
the car in the garage and my luggage in the car, and went right to bed.

It was about 1 A.M. I woke up needing to piss.  Afterwards, I thought a
snack 
might be a good idea so I headed downstairs to the kitchen.  When I
reached the 
bottom of the stairs I noticed the glow from the television in the den. 
Then, I 
heard the sound.

"Oh!  Oh!! Fuck me!  Yeah!  Fuck me!" it was a male voice!

"Yes!  Yes!!  Fuck him!!  Give him that dick!!  Lick my pussy!!"  That
was a 
female voice!!

I don't know what kind of look I had on my face at that point.  I was
just 
...well... baffled!  With my back against the wall, I crept down the
hallway next to the staircase.  Seated on the couch, naked, was Jake. 
>From my vantage point, I could see him but he couldn't see me.  On the
television was an X-rated video like none I'd ever seen before!

There were two men and one woman.  The woman looked older than the
hairless, hardly-developed males with her.  Their copulation was
downright bizarre!  One man was licking the cunt of the woman, who was
straddling, almost seated, upon the back of one man.  The other guy, on
his knees and elbows, was getting his ass fucked by the man licking the
woman's twat!  I'd never seen anything like it!

There was Jake, watching that and jacking his big (but not as big as
mine) 
cock.  Then my son did something that I had always thought impossible. 
He watched the video for few seconds then, 'lo and behold!, bent his head
toward his crotch and started sucking his own dick!

I couldn't take it anymore!  I took three long strides toward him and
shouted, 
"JAKE!"

He straightened immediately at my bark.  He didn't let go of his dick.

"WHAT are you doing?" I demanded in my best salty sailor's voice.

"Dad!  I... I... uh... I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow!"

"That's obvious!"  I couldn't think of anything else to say, so I did the

only thing I knew to do:  I lashed out.  I strode over to him and raised
my right arm to backhand him a good one.

Jake, now a fully-grown man and half my age, probably not as strong as
me, 
yet much quicker, did something he'd never done before.  He sprung off
the couch 
...still naked, of course... not only avoiding swinging arm, but he
whirled around and grabbed my left arm, pinning it behind me!  He wasn't
a kid anymore trying to dodge a reprimand from his dad.  He'd become a
near-raging animal; a man, ready to defend himself against attack from
another man.  My wrenched shoulder shot though with excruciating pain as
Jake forced the back of my hand nearly up to my shoulder blade.  Even
when I was almost doubled over in agony, he didn't relax the pressure.

"No, Dad!!  No more!  I'm not your punching bag anymore!"  His voice 
trembled slightly.  Not, I believe, in fear, but from the effort he was
exerting in order to not lose control and snap my arm off at the
shoulder!  "Just because you think something is 'wrong' doesn't make it
wrong for me!"  His voice had become more firm, more projected the longer
he spoke.  "Now, do you want to talk about this like men..." he edged my
arm upward.  I was thankful he couldn't see me grimace, "...or do I just
break your arm and leave you here?"

"O-kaay," I panted.  "You win.  We'll talk this out."

Jake relaxed his grip on my arm, but he didn't step away from me.  I spun

around and grabbed his head, locking it under my elbow.  He flailed at
me, trying to escape.  "But first," I sneered at him, "I'm gonna beat
your ass!"  I held onto his head as he grappled and struggled to get
free, but he was bound in my strong grip, his arms failing to get at me. 
It wasn't a fair move, to be sure, but neither was his next one!

His fist wrapped tighter than a baseball, he wound it behind him and,
WHAM!, 
knocked me a good one right in the nuts!!  I fell to my knees, letting go
of Jake's head and grabbing my crotch, whimpering.  Of all the bar fights
and brawls I'd been in while in the service, nobody had ever brought me
down like that!  In one quick move, he shoved me on my back and planted
both knees on my biceps so I couldn't get at him; his entire weight had
me immobile.

The scene on the video had been replaced by one of three men.  One in the

middle getting fucked in the ass while sucking the dick of the third.  I
felt my cock stir.

"Now," he gasped, "are you gonna be adult about this?  Or do I have to
resort to your cheap shots?  I will, you know.  I'm not afraid of you,
Frank!"

When he called me by my first name, like we were acquaintances, or even
enemies, fighting out a disagreement in some sleazy waterfront dive, I
knew that this son of mine, this man, had become my equal.  Since moving
out on his own, Jake had been working out religiously six days a week,
had bulked up and gotten a little attitude about him.  He was quicker
than me now and nearly as strong.  Although he didn't outweigh me, I had
a feeling that he had other assets to employ to his benefit against a man
of my size... even his father!

It was then that I noticed something in his eyes that I'd seen in other
men but, 
God!, not in my own son!  I saw that look now.  His breaths came deep,
but not 
labored.  He stared at me with that look until I could no longer take it.
 I turned my head to one side.

The view presented to me on the big screen was one I'd heard about,
wondered about, but thought I'd never see:  The three men on the video
had tied themselves into one large sex knot with one fucking another and
the one getting 
fucked in the ass 69-ing with the third man.  My eyes widened.  It WAS
possible 
for three men to have sex together!  Jake must have noticed me watching
the tube 
so intently, he leaned back, releasing my shoulders but remaining seated
on top of me.  He sighed deeply.  I felt his eyes burning into me,
watching me watch the video, but I was hardly aware of his weight on me
any longer.  I could only watch the men on the screen beside me,
twisting, turning, burning, racing toward orgasm, their cocks bristling
and stiff with raging blood, reciprocating in and out of throat and ass.

"Well, Dad," Jake's tone was more victorious than defiant, "looks like
there's 
not anything 'wrong' here after all."

His right hand -- I'd been so intent on watching the sex on the TV that I
wasn't even aware of what he was doing! -- found my cock and was gently
massaging its length.  All nine inches of my foreskinned manhood erected
and poked through the fly of my boxer shorts.  I felt his fingers trace
downward to my furry sack, gently tousling my balls their skin pouch. 
"No.... don't."  The brain-shattering feelings coming from my dick was
too much to make me sound 
convincing.

"C'mon, Dad.  ...Just this once?"  he pleaded as he squeezed my cock, 
exploring my poker's hardness from root to tip.  "Nobody'll know."  With
his left hand, he caressed my hairy chest, his palm followed the contours
of my plate-sized pecs, his fingers stopping to briefly tweak and tease
first my left, 
then my right, nipple.  He leaned closer.  His face, the face that I'd
seen mature and age from a rather wimpy child and adolescent to an adult
male... a very attractive adult male, at that... leaned toward mine. 
With a voice raspy and choked, but somehow still even and direct, he
spoke:  "I want to."

The audio from the TV crowded the silence between us:  "Oh, yeah, man... 
Fuck me!  Fuck it!!  Take that ass!"  

I don't know why I did it, and may God, Jesus, Mary and the Ty-D-Bol Man
forgive me, but I reached up and placed the fingers of my right hand in
the nape of 
my son's neck and drew his already-close face toward mine ...and kissed
him 
...passionately!

"Ahh, that's good!" one of the men on the video intoned.  I had to agree!
It was as if the two of us had been plugged into a 3-phase, 440-volt
electrical 
panel!  We went NUTS!!  I could feel his hands all over me as we rolled
around 
on the floor of the den with only the glow of the large TV to keep us
from 
smashing into the furniture!  My hands, which had so longed to discover
the 
feeling of a solid man's body beneath them; afraid to do anything about
the 
longing, caressing and rubbing and brushing against just such a man! 
Only this 
man was flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone.  This body, this boy who'd
become a 
man before my very eyes, was doing exactly the same thing!  Only with
much 
more abandon!  His tongue explored my mouth like a prospector with gold
fever, 
his lips moved down the side of my face, whetting a trail down my neck,
over my 
shoulders, through the carpet of my blue-black chest hair to my hirsute
belly, as flat but not at ripped as in my Navy days, his tongue foraged
through my navel, down my tightly wound pubis, stopping at the base of my
cock.

"Yeah man!  Suck that cock!"  The guys on the tape grunted their
directions.

Jake stood up.

"What's the matter?"

He walked over and pressed the "mute" button on the TV, then went to the 
stereo housed in the bookcase next to the fireplace.  "I can't stand that
stuff while I'm making love," he said, "it's so ...cheap!" he spat the
word,  "Especially when I'm making love with such a hot, man!"  He smiled
at me and pressed the "play" button on the CD.  The sad, slow sound of a
bluesy saxophone emitted from the shelf speakers, their pure tones
covering me with an eroticism I'd never known before.  Jake walked across
the room, his form lit seductively by the video, but the smile on his
face as he lay down beside me was all the light I needed.

I was mesmerized by the surety of his movements.  I tried to ignore his
statement about "making love with a hot man."  Funny.  In that moment, it
was I 
who was grateful for his experience!  Jake had the balls, the gumption,
the guts, to follow through on his feelings.  I'd shown my own feelings
only in the form of control and intimidation, first with my subordinates
in the service, then in the formation of my company and lastly, and most
painfully, with my family.  Jake had been right to "not take it" anymore.
 He'd had enough.  He was fed up.  Rightly so.  The playing field had
been leveled.  He was on sure footing.  I was the visitor; the alien to
his world.  

That, I decided, was just the way it was supposed to be.

He crossed to the couch and pulled the cushions off the seat, placing
them so we could lean against them without discomfort.  I chuckled
inwardly at how I used to rag on him about doing that when he was a kid. 
"You'll ruin the foam!" I'd yell.  But now, Jake was in control.  I let
him.  I allowed my son to control me.  The big, brusque former Navy man
in total and compete guidance and 
direction of his own son!

"Here," he whispered, "lean against this."

I slid across the carpet backwards, toward the couch.  Jake placed his
hands on my shoulders.  I jumped.  He jerked away, startled.  "Gee, Dad. 
There's no need to be so jumpy." His tone was more amused, then kind:  
"I can't hurt you, Dad...  I wouldn't."

"I know that, Son.  I... I just... don't know what to do."  Then, I don't
know 
why, but it just came out:  "I'm scared, Jake."  With that, my son knew
that I'd 
placed myself into his hands.

"It's all right, Dad," he said as he kneeled next to me, his hand
stroking my 
chest, "I know what to do.  Here:  Let's get these off."  He reached for
my boxers and unsnapped the one snap left fastened.  I heaved upward as
Jake skinned the shorts off my hips and down my legs, kicking out so he
could take them off my feet and toss them across the room.  Flinging his
left leg over my waist, he said, "Y'know:  I kinda liked sitting on you
like this before," then settled himself on my abdomen.  I could feel the
tip of my 9-inch, yet softer, cock nosing at his buttcrack.  I groaned,
not from the weight of him on top of me, but from the delicious feeling
that was my son's ass so near, just barely touching my dick!  He gently
repositioned his balls on my belly so he wouldn't be sitting on them, the
feeling of his nearly hairless sack sending even more electricity through
my entire body.  I still didn't know what to do, or what 
Jake was going to do, next.  What I really couldn't get over was how
damned 
casual he seemed about the whole thing!  Here we were, about to make love
-- 
making love! -- and my young son was self-assured, confident, poised and
deft.  
He knew what was coming next -- he was probably so many moves ahead of me
in his mind that he could call "check" at any moment.  I, the father was
unsure, afraid, awkward... and about to be led into a place I'd always
wanted to go, but 
could trust no one to take me ...until now.

"Jake?"  It was my turn to be the curious one.  "Could you do that
again?"

"Do what, Dad?"

"You know..." I couldn't say it.  "What you were doing when I came in and

...caught you."

"Oh.  You mean suck my own cock?"

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"What?"

"Say it.  Tell me what you want me to do."

He wasn't going to make this easy!  "Suck your cock, Jake."

"Say it again."  he was ruthless.

"I --"

"Say it, Frank!"

My desire far outweighed any revulsion or fear.  "Jake?  Would you suck
your 
cock for your Dad?"

"That's better ...Dad."  He was going to guide me through this his own
way.  
When I obeyed, I was "Dad", but my disobedience brought anger and rage
and he 
called me "Frank."

In another swift motion, Jake slid down further on my body, placing his 
asscrack atop the full length of my cock.  He bent his head downward,
grasping 
his 8-incher in his right hand, pointing it toward his hot, drooling
mouth.  I could only see the shadow of his cockhead disappearing between
his lips, his tongue snaked out to lick the foreskin (I was never so glad
that I'd won the circumcision argument with my ex-wife!) before he began
smacking and slurping against his hardening meat.  I felt my cock
lengthen underneath him, wishing that I could do that!  He laved his cock
with his spit and wormed his tongue under his fleshy hood and into his
piss hole, gently sucking about half of his dick into his mouth, bobbing
his head up and down on it, his longish black hair shaking and falling
around his face.  For some reason, I reached up and stroked his hair,
allowing the dark strands to fall between my fingers as his mouth
ministered to his own cock.  My dick raged underneath him, stretching
along and into his crack like a snake detecting a rabbit.  He sucked and
stroked himself with the familiarity that he'd done this many times
before ...only not sitting on his dad's hard cock.  I think he allowed
himself a little time, not just to show me how it's done, but to show
off!

Straightening up, Jake smacked his lips and smiled at me, obviously
pleased with himself.  He palmed the length of his big rod as he stared
at me.  I reached up and raked my fingers through the thick black fur on
his chest, my palm caressed his left nipple.  Jake slowly closed his eyes
and moaned.

"Now you're getting the idea, Dad."  He leaned down and kissed me.  Not a

familial, kiss between a father and son, either!  His tongue wriggled
into my 
mouth like it was a smart bomb locked on target!  He had stretched his
entire body atop mine, his thick, curly chest hair, another physical
similarity between us, tangled in the heavy carpet of my own.  Our dicks,
raging hard and leaking rivers of pre-cum, dueled and ground together
against our crotches.  Jake broke from our kiss, a slight disappointment
for me, and sat up again.  He inched his body up my torso, the sensation
of the hair on his thighs against my sides was a strange and fantastic
new feeling.  He took my arms and placed my hands almost to his
shoulders.  Holding my wrists, he guided my fingers and palms through his
jet black fur, over his pecs, down to the mass of hirsuteness on his
stomach.  We were almost mirror images in that respect, only my chest
hair starts a couple of inches down from my shoulders; Jake's starts on
his shoulders.  I realized what he was doing:  Getting me accustomed to
the feel of his hairy body.  He wanted to make sure I knew that he was 
all man.  He wanted me to know that I was touching, feeling, making love
to a real man.

I was acutely aware that his cock was only inches from my lips.  I even
glanced at it, unaware that I whetted my lips as I did so.  Jake noticed.
 He released my hands from his guided exploration of his body and looked
at me, his eyes filled with an equal combination of bedevilment and lust.
 Throwing decorum to the winds, he took two fingers and placed them at
the base of his cock and angled it downward, pointing it toward my lips. 
The smile on his face and the 
look in his eyes became even more sneaky.  I was lying on the couch
cushion with 
my head propped up toward his cock and balls.  His dickhead touched my
lips.  I 
didn't move.

"Go ahead, Dad.  Suck it."

For the love of God, Moses and banana splits, I did it.  I found my mouth

opening, my jaw dropped as Jake guided his spongy cockhead past my lips
and 
into my drooling mouth.  The pungent taste of his meat was a surprise.  A
pleasant one, but still a surprise.  The combined flavor of my son's
sweat and the remnants of his saliva left behind from his self-suck
struck me like a bull moose in rut.  Jake moaned when my tongue touched
him, throwing his head back and aiming his cock further into my mouth. 
As I managed to work his foreskin away from the smooth head, it scraped
the roof of my mouth and immediately withdrew.  The feel of the fleshy
hood pulling over the head with my lips caused my own nine-incher to jump
and flop back down on my belly.  But it was the feeling that the dick in
my mouth had, in essence, come from my dick that was such a turn-on!  

The man sitting on top of me was still my son; but he had become so much
more 
in the last few minutes:  Teacher, guide, disciplinarian...

Lover.

Jake scooted further up my torso, offering me his dick again.  I craned
my 
neck and met his prong, taking even more of it in.  I sucked greedily,
like a babe at the breast, craving the taste of the mansweat and the
taste of my son's saliva left over from his previous sucking of himself. 
He fucked my mouth, gently at first, until I felt the rod in my mouth
stiffen.  I even found my head bobbing up and down on his cock as Jake
ran his fingers through my close-cropped hair - a leftover from my sailor
days - and moaned his encouragement:

"Yeah.  That's it, Dad!  Take that cock!  You're doing great!  Suck it,
man!"  

Jake positioned himself on the edge of the couch in a pushup stance, his
crotch and torso angled just so that I would have easier access to his
cock.  I found myself bobbing my head on his thick slab, feeling Jake's
foreskin cover and uncover his dickhead with every stroke.  I don't know
what possessed me, maybe it was to get as close as I possibly could to
him, but my neck seemed to reflexively snap toward his dark black fur at
the base of his dick.  I coughed slightly.  The only thing I could think
of to do was to swallow; I didn't want to lose the thick, drooling cock
in my mouth.  Cock of my cock.  My son's cock.
The head popped into my throat.

I felt his rod stiffen even more, every vein in his rod became
pronounced, 
pressing against the soft tissues in my mouth, cheeks, tongue, lips.  I
backed off slightly, took a deep breath, and plunged onto that prong
again, his foreskin retracting as my glottis smoothed it behind his
cockhead.  I held his hips in my hands so he couldn't withdraw, my lips
tattooed to the base of his rod, his balls resting on my chin.  Jake
moaned and writhed above me like a furry little puppy.  I could feel him
trying to move back; take his cock out of my throat.  I locked one hand
onto the other wrist and held him there.  I swallowed.

It just was so much for me -- and for Jake.  His dick stiffened to a
galvanized 
pipe.  He let out a yell that probably woke a few neighbors.  The first
twitch of orgasm pressed against my tongue and fired a big dollop of
Jake's cum into my 
gullet.  It was only then that I let him pull back, still controlling his
hips with my hands, just enough to allow his piss slit to dump its sweet
cream onto my tongue.  I fished my tongue underneath his dickhood -- it
had covered again when he pulled out -- and massaged and teased his glans
while his balls issued with load after load of  his sweet spunk. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooo!!!!!" Jake flung his head downward as he fed
me his soncream, his cock still pumping the last traces of fluid onto my
tongue, his breath deep as he reached the top of orgasm and flowed back
down to reality.  My first taste of jizz caused me to moan and swallow as
much of Jake's essence as I could, but the huge load was too much for 
me, some of it dripped from the corners of my mouth.  I gently continued
to suck Jake's cock until after it 
softened, using his semen as a topping for his meaty cock.  He slowly
pulled back and slid down my torso, placing himself atop the length of my
body.  He fit easily atop me, my heritage had given me a girth large
enough to hold him.  He kissed me with a tenderness and a passion like
I'd never known.  Our chest hairs 
crackled against each other as our bodies pressed together and slid
against each 
other.  I felt like I'd just sucked my own dick... my own dick, that is,
some twenty-odd years ago.  Jake's tongue prowled it's way into my mouth
as if it was on a mission to taste himself, scraping my teeth, dueling
with my own tongue to find little pieces of himself inside my mouth.  His
hands were all over me, but when he gently placed his fingers behind my
head, at the nape of my neck, I sighed, exhaling a long time through my
nose.  It was such a moving touch for me.  I couldn't believe -- much
less understand -- how I'd become so sexually aroused by this man; this
man who is my son.

We broke our kiss.  Jake smiled, his white teeth like neon in the
darkness, as 
he traced his fingers across my face.  "You okay, Dad?" he asked.  

"Well ...yeah!" was all I could think of to say.  There was so much more
I 
wanted to know.  More I wanted to do.  Jake slowly rolled off me to one
side.  
Propping his head against one hand, he caressed my body with the other. 
"I didn't know if this was going to happen," he said, "but I'm sure glad
it did!"

"How do you think I felt," I asked, "when I came down here to find you
sucking your own dick?"

"Sorry if I scared you, Dad."

"I wasn't what you'd call 'scared'... just surprised."

"But it was a good surprise.  Right?"

"Yes, Jake.  A good surprise."

He chuckled a little and kissed me again, the length of his body pressed 
against mine and I felt his cock hardening against my thigh.  I reached
down and 
stroked it.

"MMMM."  Jake hummed his approval.  "I just love the feel of your big 
hands on my dick.

"I love the feel of your big dick in my hands!"

Jake gave me that devilish smile.  "See what you think of this?"  He
swung 
around and put his face in my crotch, licking around my thick pubes and
hairy 
thighs; up to my tight balls and to the base of my hard cock.  Not
touching my 
dick with his hands, he twisted his head a certain way and slurped just
the head of my thick meat into his mouth.  I felt his tongue swirling
around the base of the helmet.

I thought I would go through the ceiling!  My body became one taut
muscle, 
rooted at the base of my cock.  Jake's hands combed through my body hair.
 I 
allowed myself to feel the long strands of his hair through my fingers
once again.  Before I knew what was happening, I pushed the back of his
head, forcing his eager, sucking mouth onto my heavy manmeat.  His tongue
performed a buck and 
wing against the tip of my dick as he placed his hand near the base --
his fingers just barely touching around it's thickness -- and plunged his
face over my pud.  His saliva dripped down the shaft, into my pubic hair,
resting atop my huge ballsack.

Jake stopped sucking to reposition himself.  We lost the cushions and
just lay on the floor.  I saw on the video two men, one younger, one
older, both hairy, stretched out with each other in a hot 69 position. 
It could have been me 
and Jake.  He noticed me watching and turned to see what held my
interest.
"That scene," he said shyly, "made me fantasize that it was me and you,
Dad."  
Even in the darkness by the muted light of the TV screen, I could see
Jake 
blushing!

Jake, now turned his attentions again to my daddymeat.  He devoured me!  
His tongue tickled the shaft one moment, his mouth vacuumed my balls
nearly into his throat the next.  He took my cock in his hand and slapped
his face with it!  I wanted to return the favor on him, but was too
fascinated with his expertise.  I wanted to see what he was going to do
next!  In one motion, he swallowed my 
cock to the base... using his teeth at the connection between my balls
and cock to bring me to the hardest erection I'd ever experienced!  His
spit flowed  freely, coating my cock from tip to base.  I felt the edge
of orgasm boiling in the base of my dick.  Jake retracted my meat from
his mouth.  I groaned with more than a little frustration.

Jake reached for his canvas book bag, which he was never without, at the 
opposite end of the couch.  He noticed my frustration and reassured me,
"It's okay, Dad.  There's more to this stuff than just sucking.  Take it
easy."

I relaxed a little, at the same time, feeling a little silly lying on the
family 
room carpet with a huge boner waving in the air while this boy-man-son
was 
reassuring me!  He reached into the bag and withdrew a medium-sized tube
of 
clear lubricant.  What happened next was more than even my limited
thinking 
could envelop:

On his knees, Jake sidled next to me.  Flipping the lid on the tube, he 
squeezed a healthy dollop into his fingers.  Rubbing his fingertips
together to 
warm the goo, he spread the near-liquid onto the length of my cock. 
Squeezing 
another bit of lubricant on his fingers, he took it and massaged his ass.
 In one motion, Jake flung his left leg over me, straddling me as before.
 Lifting up on his knees, he reached behind himself and picked up my
coated cock.  I felt the "schuuck" as he picked up my rod from my belly. 
Aiming my cock toward his hole, he slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered his
crack toward my raging cock.  The head eased through his crack ; I
thought I'd shoot right then.  My cock 
was harder than it had been in a long time... if it had ever been that
hard before!  

As the foreskin touched his twitching ring, he took a deep breath, placed
his left hand on my chest, and smiled.  His eyes told me that this was
something he'd been wanting, waiting for, for a long time.  I gripped his
wrist and placed my other hand on his hairy thigh as he lowered, lowered,
lowered himself onto my raging cock.  

He exerted just a little pressure and I felt my foreskin retract around
my dickhead as he pressed downward -- and inward.  He let go of my shaft.
 Taking his hand, the one coated with clear lube, he devilishly swabbed
the remnants of it on my chest and laughed.  He laughed!!  I couldn't
believe it.  Here was my son, with his daddy's thick hard meat about to
enter his most private of private recesses, and he laughed and carried on
like a kid.

I'd soon discover just how much of a man he really is!

Jake stopped moving.  He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, I could
tell the 
pain was getting to him somewhat.  No matter how much of a man he might
be, I 
was still the Daddy!  Although we matched each other in length, I well
surpassed 
him in girth; the thick slab was just too much for him to barrel down on
top of.  He sucked air through his teeth, steeling himself for the
intrusion of my meat, and resumed his downward motion.  He started to
yell, in the finest tradition of a military man who was finding a new
limit to his manhood, as my cockhead spread 
his near-virgin ring wider... wider... wider...

The head popped in.

"AUUGGH!"  Jake's neck snapped backward and forward like a striking
snake, the tight ring of my son's hole fed on my cockhead, the muscles
constricting, trying to escort the intruder out.  Jake would have none of
that!  He pushed down on my rod even harder, forcing himself to relax and
allow my hard meat into his most private of privates.  I reached up and
raked my fingers through his chest hair, my fingernails scratching across
his left nipple.  He placed his right hand on my chest, imitating my
action, while placing his left hand on the back of mine and ever so
gently squeezed my knuckles.  It was, I felt, his way of reaching 
into me and saying, "Yes, Dad, this is what I've wanted for a long time. 
You have all of me; you'll have all of me forever."

I watched Jake, the muscles in his neck taut and straining, teeth in a
near grit, take a deep breath and almost barrel his sweet hole over my
dick.  Inch by inch, he enveloped my thick cock into his warmth; his
moist tunnel, steaming, driving my dick closer and closer toward orgasm. 
I found my own body as tight as Jake's and realized that this could end
way too soon!  I began to relax and realize that my son knew something
his old man didn't know:  How to take a raging hard dick up his ass! 
Jake's breathing became deeper and deeper as I felt his assring envelop
every vein, every ridge of my hard dick.  The warmth and wetness of his
bowels welcomed the intrusion of my cock by opening like a flower in the
morning sun.  I watched as Jake squinted his eyes shut -- it was just a
little more than he could take --  and backed off my rod slightly.  Just
as suddenly, he seemed to have found a new determination and nearly
slammed his hole over my shaft.

His cheeks landed on my thighs.

I instinctively knew enough to lie still; it took nearly all of my
concentration to not arch my hips upward, just to give my son the last
vestige of the cock that created the ass it was in.  His moist hole
clamped around my cock like no pussy had ever done before!  My heart
filled with love and pride that my son thought so much of his old man to
give himself to me in that most intimate of ways.

"There!" he said with finality.  Jake's breathing had nearly returned to
normal 
as he placed his hand on my fur-covered chest, slowly massaging my left
pec 
before gently tweaking the nipple.  I shuddered and tensed, my cock, as
hard as it was, flexed and my hips tilted upward, shoving that last
little bit of its length into my son's hot hole.  Jake moaned and leaned
forward toward my mouth.  As he planted his lips on mine, I could feel
the wonderful friction of his sphincter against my cock shaft.  His hands
were suddenly everywhere!  On my neck, my chest, in my pits, reaching
behind himself to gently tousle my balls and lightly scratch the shaft of
my cock ...the part that wasn't nestled in his wondrous and willing love
hole.  Jake broke from our kiss and again sat back on his haunches,
allowing my cock to return to its new-found home!  Now, it was MY turn to
moan!  Jake smiled and leaned back even further, shaking his head from
side to side as he did so, his hair created a dark aura around his face
and down his back.  For a second, I thought he might even start howling!

But that would come later.  So would we!

Ever so slowly, Jake began to raise and lower himself on my cock, giving
his 
ass a little twist and bend on the downstroke and sending my cock and
balls into a frenzy of ecstasy that I'd never known before!  Plunge after
plunge, Jake grunting with each one, he fed my rock hard daddycock into
his hot hole.
Then, he stopped.  Suddenly he pulled off my cock and rolled over on his
back, pulling his knees to his chest and giving me a superb view of his
empty sonbutt!
"C'mon, Dad," he urged, "show me what kinda man you really are!  Fuck me!
 
Fuck me!!"

By this point, I was beyond asking God, General Motors and Speedy
Gonzales for forgiveness!  Spurred by Jake's dare, I rolled over and
placed my dripping cockhead against his twitching hole as he lowered his
calves to my massive shoulders.  I gently pressed my rod into him, his
well-relaxed ring accepting me readily.  But Jake was beyond this
preliminary, bride-on-her-wedding-night fumbling.  He grabbed my
asscheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh, and rammed my hard cock
into him! 

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" his sigh was as powerful full of longing as a desert wind.
 I 
began to rock into and out of his hungry hole, feeling the tense-relax of
his 
sphincter around my raging cock, his words urging me on:

"Yeah! Dad!!  DO it!!  Fuck me!!  You think you're taking me, don't you? 

Yeah, you do!  Yeah..... ahhhh!  But I'm taking YOU!!  I'm using your
dick to fill me up!  That's it!! Fill up that hole!!  That hungry hole! 
It's all yours, Dad!!  I'm giving it to you and I'm taking your hard
cock!"  I felt a certain tightening in my chest as Jake's words convinced
me that, although he was impaled with my raging rod like a butterfly on
display, he was still in control... of me, the situation, the pace of our
loving.  I flexed the muscles in my thighs, my abs, my back, giving him
three of my most forceful rams into his guts while Jake jacked himself in
rhythm to my dives into him, responding with a, "Yeah!  ...Yeah! 
...YEAH!" on each one!  He continued to goad me:  "Yeah!  Big Navy man
giving up his hard dick to his own son!  Who's commanding the hot-shot
commander now, Frank??  Huh?  I am!  I'm ordering YOU to FUCK me!!!  Fuck
me, Frank!!!  AhhhHHH!!!"

The tightness in my chest loosened a bit.  As I continued to ram his
sweet 
sonass, I felt my heart turn over to him:  He became My Commander!  "Yes,
Sir!  
Yes, Sir!  I will fuck you, Sir.  Take my dick, Sir ... use it!!"  My
hands, pressed to Jake's hairy shoulders, forcing him down on my cock in
counteraction to my lunges, traced their way down his furry chest, not at
broad as mine, but just as hairy, just as sexy.  I extended my body atop
his, resting on his chest, hearing the now-familiar crackling of our
chest hairs as they bound us together, acting as tiny conduits to
transport DadSon electricity between us.  As I found his wonderfully full
lips and pressed mine to them, he linked his ankles together around my
waist.  We'd slowed our fuck rhythm somewhat, allowing ourselves the
luxury of feeling each other's bodies for the moment.  My hands held
gently held his face as I felt his heels digging into my asscrack, urging
me into him in a slow waltz rhythm. 
 
But this was a waltz of the ages:  The Father/Son dance that's been
carried through the eons in known secret.  WE found The Secret, our
kisses the covenant that we'd carry that Secret with us; never to let it
be revealed.  As I combed my fingers through his straight, jet black
hair, he scratched his nails through the fur along my lats and moaned,
his assring tightened on my cock.  Jake's hands traced their way around
to my chest, following the definition lines under my pecs, his palms
flattening my nipples, my cock jumped, but he continued upward through my
chest forest, his fingers caressing my throat until he gripped my head
and pulled my mouth tightly against his.  "Dad...?" he whispered,
"would you please cum in me?"

That request, with all the sincerity a son can muster for the man who
gave him 
life, moved me with a power that could have picked up the Pyramids and
dropped 
them in Cleveland!  I could only return the sincerity:

"Sure, Son."

Jake smiled as he broke his leg grip around my waist and I took each of
his 
ankles in my hands.  I was awestruck at the sight:  My hairy, manly son,
jacking 
his thick uncut meat, his neck muscles taut with exertion and
anticipation.  My 
cock, ramrod straight and power pole hard, nestled in his bowels, giving
us both a certain pleasure even without moving.  But seeing it buried so
perfectly in my 
Jake's warm hole, I felt it harden even more and I moaned as I saw my
fuckstick 
ratchet in and out, my hips doing quite a different dance in and out of
my son's 
loving ass.  No, it wasn't cherry, I'd determined that.  I don't believe
any man could take my thick, nine inches on his first fuck.  Oddly, I
found myself somewhat grateful to those who'd gone before, so that my son
could give himself to me so willingly and so wholly and so lovingly.

That thought caused a new feeling inside my solar plexus, a kind of anger
grew there.  Watching my cock filling Jake's ass, I found myself back to
moving more and more forcefully into him, wanting to give him what he
wanted but also, out of my own need and selfishness, wanting to fuck the
memory of those others out of him forever! 

"This... what... you... want,... Son??"  I jabbed my rod into him as hard
as I 
could, spreading his legs into a "V" over him.  "You're gonna only want
Commander Dad to fuck you from now on, right?"

"Yeah... Yeah.... Yeah, Daddy!!  Only you!!  Yeah!  Oh, Daddy, have I
been 
waiting for this!"  The sweat was pouring off both of us by now.  Jake
tossing his head from side to side and moaning his mantra:  "Fuck me,
Daddy!  Fuck me, 
Daddy!  Fuck them out of me, Daddy!  DO it!"  His words pushed me over
the 
edge.  My rod swelled to a greater dimension than ever before as I shot
load after monster Daddycum into my loving son.  Jake continued fisting
his cock while I shot into him.  "OOOOOOHhhhhh.... Yeahhhhhhhh!  I feel
it, Daddy!  I feel you in me!!  Yeah!!  Yeah!" he intoned.  I felt the
vise-grip of his assring against the base of my cock right before I saw
his second load of the morning -- just as big as the first! -- jetting
from his pumping dick, landing in the forest of his chest and belly.

I knew Jake was tired exhausted after such a session.  Instead of
collapsing on top of him, as I could have, I held his shoulders and
pulled his body to my chest as I rolled onto my right side, taking Jake
with me and keeping my 
softening dick tucked inside his well-creamed, well-crammed, hole.  He
panted 
against me, his hot breath filtered by my chest hair, settling down into
my right armpit.  I stroked his hair and held him close, feeling the
warmth of his cum trapped between us, the warmth of my cum escaping from
around my still-buried cock.

We lay there in silence for sometime.  It was Jake who broke it:  "Dad? 
I 
know that this kind of caught you off-guard.  But I wanted it, y'know?  I
wanted it!  I just hope that... that this won't be the only time.  I love
you and I know that you ...want to be loved.  You just make it kinda hard
to do sometimes."

"I know that, Jake.  I guess this Old Salt has a few more things to
learn... but I certainly have a good teacher!"

"I guess," Jake smiled and said, "Oh... you can keep the tape."

I was confused.  "Okay... but I prefer the Real Thing, y'know!"

"Yeah, I know," he concurred, "but it's your Lesson Number Two:  Y'see:
my 
friend, Brian, wants to try the positions they have on that video
....with me and you!"

I laughed, hugging Jake close.  When I released him, I said, "Seems you
guys bring new meaning to the phrase, 'cramming for exams', huh?"

It was Jake's turn to laugh.  "Sure do, Dad!  C'mon!  Let's go take a
shower!"


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