Date: Sun, 9 Aug 2015 16:12:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101 <a4f101@yahoo.com>
Subject: Long Layover

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*****

"Mmmph... shit," he mumbled as he woke up. "How long was I out?"

"Not that long," I said, watching him come back to life from his nap in the
sun. I'd been watching him off and on while he dozed, my eyes roving over
his big, muscular, finely furred body, taking in the thick mat of chest
hair starting to turn salt and pepper, the dark layer of beard that had
come in after a week without shaving. That handsome face of his. My cock
had been half-hard the whole time, pleasantly thick and full, taking in the
sight of him, of this man I loved.

He'd gotten in late last night, body clock all out of whack from the
transcontinental flight. It was a two-hour drive from the Marseilles
airport to the little house I was renting, and the conversation flowed
easily, warmly. When I rested my hand on his big thigh between gear
changes, he'd smiled at me, reaching over to rub the back of my neck in a
gesture that was intimate, familiar and incredibly erotic. He noticed the
immediate effect it had had on me, the rise in my jeans, and chuckled low
and deep.

He must have been dog-tired when we got to the house, but he took me in
those big, strong arms and kissed me properly, deep and passionate,
exchanging tongues with me in a long, slow, steamy kiss. I navigated us to
the bedroom, began undressing him as he fumbled with my jeans, kissing the
whole time, so glad to be together again, we didn't want to part for a
minute longer than necessary. I leaned into that big, furry chest, inhaling
his natural, manly musk as my hands roved over his beautifully muscled
mature body, trying to drink him in with all my senses. It was like this
every time we reunited, and I loved each time more and more.

"Sure you don't want me to take a shower, bud?" he asked huskily. "I've
been traveling all day, you know."

I shook my head fervently, burying my nose deep in that salt and pepper fur
between his thick pecs, inhaling him, feeling my cock rise even more.

"I love the way you smell, the way you taste," I whispered. He growled with
pleasure and brought me back up to kiss him. Minutes later, he was entering
me, his big bare cock thrusting up inside my tight hole, making me moan his
name, my own muscles straining as I held tight to the headboard and let the
big guy go to town. It had been six long months in Saudi Arabia for him,
and I knew he was ready for real release, the pleasure of being with
another human being, a man, not just his hand. After we both came, he
squeezed me tightly in those big arms, and was in the middle of murmuring
warm, loving words to me when he just powered down all of a sudden and fell
asleep. I chuckled, knowing exactly how he felt.

So this morning, he was chipper and well-rested as we drank coffee and ate
pastries out here in my little back yard. The sun was warm, and the wind
carried the scent and the distant sound of the Mediterranean. I was grading
my students' English papers, and the next time I looked up, he was out
again, snoring happily in the lawn chair. Fuck, he was handsome, I wished
we could be together all the time, but he was married, and we both worked
half a world away from each other. We had to take what we could get, and
make the most of it, for the time being, at least.

Now, I watched him stretch, eyes closed, smiling as the sun warmed his
beautiful body. My cock was hard again, and I leaned into his dark-furred
pit, running first my nose, then my tongue up the warm, musky skin, the
hairs tickling my tongue as I savored his salty, natural taste. He growled
low in his throat as I did, his hand coming up to cup the back of my head,
encouraging me on. I lapped his pit clean, then rose out of my chair,
kneeling beside him to take care of the other one, my hand going down to
his groin to rub the big, thickening bulge in his shorts.

"Fuck I love you, Son," he rumbled as I came up to kiss him, sharing his
body's natural taste. The kiss grew hungrier, sloppier, deeper, as he
guided me up onto his lap, snaking those arms around me as he explored my
mouth. I was almost as big as him, but I managed to straddle him, grinding
my muscular ass against that huge hard bulge of his. I felt his hands all
over me, and then his mouth moved to lick the traces of sweat from my bare
chest, sweat and salt and traces of cum and last night's spit too. He loved
it as much as I did, guess I'd inherited that gene from him. I'd gotten so
much from him, and I still wanted more.

"I wish you could stay longer," I murmured into his ear as he sucked on my
nip. "Three days isn't enough with you, Dad."

He looked up at me, his eyes sparkling, a rueful smile on his face. I took
the chance to kiss him again.

"I know, buddy, not near enough for me either," he said, ruffling my hair,
short, thick and dark like his. I was a lot like him in so many ways. "But
on the bright side, I've got a week or so I can spend with you on the way
back in July."

I grinned excitedly. A week? Shit, the things we could do... I already had
visions of hopping a cheap flight to Ibiza, the two of us kissing deeply in
the warm waters there, fucking all night long in a little gay-friendly
hotel I knew of. Fuck yes. A week wasn't much, but I'd take whatever I
could get. First, though, we had three days to get our fill of each
other. So right there in my little garden, I sank to my knees and took my
father's cock in my mouth, and slowly showed him another reason to stay
with me.