Date: Mon, 24 Aug 2015 15:07:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Maturity

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When I told him he'd turned into a fine silver fox, he just laughed, but I
could tell he was pleased.

"So that's the term for `old fuck' now, huh?" he chuckled, but I saw him
checking himself out in the big bedroom mirror. How his thick blond hair
had turned grey on his head and face, and a mix of blond and silver all
over his firm, muscular body. He looked fine, fine as fuck, more proof of
that old saying about how us men just improve as we get older.

"Shut up with that kind of talk," I laughed, getting up from the bed, as
naked as him, and padding over to wrap my arms around him from
behind. Noting how my body had changed as I got older, in my early 30s now,
thicker, more rugged, stronger, furrier than before. I wasn't to everyone's
taste, and the change from the muscular, clean-cut young man I'd been when
he and I had begun this long, intense, passionate affair was striking. But
I was very much to his taste, and he proved it to me daily. Often, multiple
times a day. I loved him, he was my man, and that only strengthened between
us as we grew older and our bodies changed.

He felt the stir of my big, thick cock against his high, muscular ass,
fur-coated and just as handsome as ever. I kissed his shoulder, feeling the
tickle of those masculine hairs against my lips, in my cropped beard, and
our eyes met. Sure, the wrinkles around them crinkled deeper for each other
when we smiled, but that went with the territory. What hadn't changed was
the searing sexual heat between us, the intensity of our long,
spit-dripping kisses, the way our big rugged hands explored each other's
muscles and fur and cocks. We were men, unquestionably men now, in our
prime together.

He turned around and took me in his arms, and his kiss was
beautiful. Searching, wet, deep, intense. Paternal and erotic, the way I
loved it best. Kissing my father had been my greatest pleasure since I was
16, kissing like men do. It felt like I'd grown into a man in his arms, in
his bed - in our bed now, ever since the divorce a decade ago. Our bed, our
home, our love as father and son. I could see the heat in his eyes still,
as he stepped back a little and ran the flat of his hand over the thick,
solid muscles of my stomach, over my manly fur, down to my bush teasingly,
then up to my big pecs.

"All fucking man, baby boy," he growled. "Beautiful piece of furred-up stud
beef, Son. Fuck you're sexy."

I growled back at him, a deep, animalistic sound, as I returned the favor,
digging my fingers into the thick, blond-grey fur of his body. Felt the
hard plates of muscle. The fur that had grazed my bare skin for the better
part of two decades now, and still made my skin tingle even when we were
apart. Our beards rubbed together as we came in for another hard, wet kiss,
and I could feel the drips of our mixed spit slowly falling into the thick
fur of our chests. Our big, hard cocks ground wetly, hotly together, and
the way his big hand pawed at my thick, rounded muscle ass made me throb
all over for him.

"Sexy like you, Dad," I moaned. "Big, furry sexy father. All man. Fucking
with your own son, like the hot fucking stud you are. Making your boy cum
for you. Cum all up in this fur you got. The fur you passed down to me."

Man, he loved the dirty talk between us, just like I did. Our phone sex was
dynamite, intense and taboo and hot enough to make us both cum, even
hundreds or thousands of miles apart. But the real sex was the best thing,
in our home together, father and son, pawing and kissing and spitting and
licking and growling. Loving. Sweet and sensual, and hot and sweaty and
animal, all at once. The taboo and the tender. Father and son.

Yeah, he'd just cum not so long ago, but he was raring to go, even at his
age. No little blue pills required - what we had was more than enough, he'd
said, repeatedly, proudly. And as he sank that big, bare father cock into
my ass, parting my fur-lined cheeks and filling me deliciously, he proved
yet again that real love, real sexual passion transcends age. That there is
nothing better than a man, a father, in his prime.