Date: Sun, 5 Jul 2015 09:49:35 -0400
From: Jammer S <riversplash21@gmail.com>
Subject: My Father's Charisma 2

Part Two: My Father's Treasure Chest

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By: Jammer and Friends

The speed at which my father unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it from around
his upper body, took it off, and let it drop to the floor, assured me that
he, too, had waited a long time for us to have a moment like this
together. He had told me he had wanted to join Kenny Taylor and I in the
living room many years ago when we were just teenagers experimenting in
boy-to-boy sex play.

Dad had always been a man that I considered authoritative, strong, macho
and attractive. He had initiated the contact between us in the bathroom a
few hours earlier. That exchange provided us an intimate place where I was
partially naked and he were fully naked. He also had initiated the
flirtatious action of having his long mancock rub against my hand. Most of
all, he was now making his body available to me. I stepped toward him as he
took a wide stance, held his arms away from his bare upper body, and posed
for me. His curvaceous pectorals, thick salt-and-pepper, hairy chest, and
his noticeably thick and mature nipples were so damn available for my
inspection, discovery and touch.

Wonders of wonders after many years, here I was middle aged and my father
was in his early retirement years, and here we stood as two hot-blooded,
shirtless guys admiring each other's upper bodies. Not just admiring each
other, but about to engage in exploration. The moment was chilling, yet
easy for us to understand. We had admired each other and now had time
alone. From the moment we had hugged at the airport to seeing each other
without clothes in the bathroom while showering and shaving to now, neither
of us could deny our attraction to the other. Neither of us seemed capable
of turning away from the forbidden fruit.

Dad held his arms out wider to invite me in to his muscular, hairy,
well-toned body. As I approached him, my hands first touched his belly, and
then I fanned them to run my fingers through the soft hairs of his
chest. Damn, his bloated hairy breasts felt magnificent. I let the padded
balls of my palms knead the deep curves of his pecs. He smiled and exhaled
and grabbed me around my back. We kissed again.

When we broke the kiss, dad looked me in a very serious way and with both
us feeling a great heap of lust, he whispered to me, "Wyatt, go
ahead. Please touch me, explore my body, you should initiate so I am not
the one out of line. You should...."

Dad did not have to say anything else. I interrupted him by running my
hands through his thick chest hair around his breasts, feeling his nipples
rise under my palms. Knowing I was touching his meaty gems, I could not
delay letting my fingertips move slowly and surely over his mannips. When
my fingertips first brushed his tits, I shivered. He moaned. The second or
two it took for my fingers to caress his areola, feel the fine nipple tips
sandwiched between my middle fingers, and delicately scratch at the tip top
of his mannips was perhaps the most intense moment in time of any in my
entire sexual history.

I looked at his gorgeous, dark brown titties and saw them stiffen just from
my brief touch. He looked down, noticed his nipples perking and that made
him smile. I leaned into him, and we kissed again, this time my right hand
squeezed his left breast as we engaged our mouths. He moaned. I humped my
crotch into his hand when his hand went to my buttocks to draw me to him
even tighter. I liked how strong, needy and macho my father was at that
moment.

I let my fingertips capture his left nipple to hold it. The moment really
overwhelmed me. As the pads of my index finger and my thumb touched both
sides of dad's meaty nipple, I gasp and he moaned. As I began to rub both
finger and thumb back and forth on it, feeling it and realizing its tip had
hardened and stiffened from the immediate stimulation, it also occurred to
me how many times in the past I had wanted to reach up and feel my father's
mantits. His bold tits stamped his breasts slightly to the right of center
and hung just above the very curve of his big mound of muscle. They had
always looked so well positioned to be tongued, kissed or sucked.

I knew there had been multiple times that I had wanted to nurse from his
bosom and suckle the nipples that so proudly crowned his manly breasts. I
remember having the thought flash through my mind just earlier that day
when he had pulled back the shower curtain to reveal his wet body and
chest. I remember seeing dad shirtless when he had changed pullovers at our
house just months after mom had died. I thought back to when I was a
teenager, and we had gone to the city park to play tennis and the times he
had stripped off his shirt after getting soaked in sweat. I remembered the
time when I was 11 or 12, and we had gone to the beach, and I watched as
mom lathered dad in suntan lotion. I could picture how intensely sexy it
was when she ran her creamy fingers over his chunky, hairy breasts, and I
watched as her nails crossed over his meaty nipples. They had stiffened and
I had noticed. With them having the lotion on them, they looked so damn
succulent. And I would never forget when I was just six or seven and dad
pulled me into the recliner with him when he was bare-chested, and I ran my
right hand over his hairy fur and had been able to play with his nipple
when he took my hand away.

Oh, the times that I had locked my eyes and attentions on his manly nipples
and now I actually held one between my fingers. I caressed it gently and
reached up to capture the other. When I gripped both of them and began to
caress them, running the nail of my index finger lightly over the tip of
the point while strumming the lower part with my thumb, dad inhaled air
deeply into his body and then exclaimed, "Oh son, oh, what a sensuous
touch. That feels so damn sexy. So sexy."

I leaned in and kissed dad on his muscular neck, across his shoulders. Now
losing any sense of reservation, I raised his arm and ran my tongue into
his armpit, going where I had long wanted to have my mouth. Dad raised both
arms and said, "I'm yours, all yours, do what you want."

For the next minute or so, I proceeded to discover his wonderful upper body
and chest with my tongue and lips. I sucked out his left armpit; I raked my
fingers through his chest hair to comb it time after time, and then when I
could not resist any longer. I took his meaty, embossed, and pretty brown,
left nipple between my lips and smooched it. I felt its leathery, yet soft
texture, with my lips. I wanted to chew it. I then licked it, and then
sucked it hard into my mouth.

Dad turned and pushed his breasts into my face, offering me easier access
to suckle his hot, sensitive nipple. The tittie stuck out long and
proud. It was hard, it tasty salty and delicious. Its texture felt mature
and ripened. My body shivered as I bit the edge of the first mannip before
moving swiftly over to the second.

Dad steadied himself by holding to my shoulders while exclaiming, "Oh my,
yeah, fuck yeah, eat those tits. Oh son, honor me by sucking down hard on
those jewels." And I did.

My discovery of my charismatic father's chest and his superb nipples was
unmatched by any sexual experience I had ever had. To hear this older,
proud and very distinguished man lean back and whimper as I nursed from his
nipples was exhilarating. I made my way though his furry chest, leaving
wet, moist trails. I licked the left nipple, kept trailing around his manly
breasts and licked the right mannip, stopping to again chew at it lightly.

"Oh, yes, oh what a good time we are going to have together," dad moaned as
I worked over his pecs and tits.

I dropped to my knees, ran my pointed tongue into his belly button and
drilled it while reaching up to make corkscrews of his thick, puffy and now
tender nipples. The tits had gone from a crispy brown to a dark red from
the tonguing and sucking I had done on them. Dad was huffing hard; inhaling
and exhaling fast, his erection tented his pants. While continuing to make
him crazy by drilling his belly hole with the tip of my tongue, I reached
down and through his pants covered his cock with my palm. When I squeezed
the mound of man flesh, dad bucked his hips at me. He was tremendously
hard.

"Unsnap my pants; get at me, please, get at my cock, son!"

I could not believe the moment. Feeling the log of man meat in my father's
pants, and knowing I had just nursed from his mannips created an extremely
chilling moment. A wave of rushing nerves torched my entire body. I
trembled. Dad continued to encouraged me to "Go ahead, Wyatt, unsnap my
trousers, get my cock free." When I hesitated, he urged again, "I want it
to feel your hand, son. I need you to touch me, to get to know me, please."

Although dad's big cock felt great through his pants, my better judgment
told me to slow the action. I let go of it, stood up and hugged him. I
hugged him hard. He kissed the top of my head and then took me at arms
length, rubbed the top of my shoulders and said, "I want to discover you,
too, just as I wanted many years ago when you were but a teen. Yet, I had
to watch as another boy do things to you that I wanted to do."

Dad grabbed both of my highly excited tits between his fingers. His first
touch caused me to inhale deeply. I often wanted my wife to pay more
attention to my nipples, but except for an occasional caress, she did not
pay them much attention much less work them into an eager and excitable
state. But dad's big fingers felt great as they pulled lightly on my
tits. My cock leaked pre-cum immediately just from the connection of his
fingers to my mantits and the sensation that brought to my dick.

"Oh yes, you have such fine nipples, my son. They crown your big chest so
nicely. Nicely round, dark brown like your daddy's, and stiff like small
nuggets." I leaned my head back and groaned as dad caressed, teased,
excited and pulled at my sensitive buttons. When I pushed my ass forward
due to the intense sensation, our erections pressed together through our
pants. I looked down to see a wet spot staining my father's thin
trousers. His breathing was deep, his cock hard, and now his pre-cum
obviously seeped.

I kissed him again and reached up, with my left hand, to again find his
amazing mannip. As he worked my nipples, and as I squeezed his right one,
we uttered deep moans from our guts as our kiss went deeper and our tongues
danced. Dad kept turning his body forcing our erections to stab at each
other through our pants.

He pushed slowly away form me, breaking the kiss. He looked me in the eyes
very intently, and he asked, "Shall we go to my bedroom? Get naked, and
enjoy getting at each other?" I did not answer; I just kept sweeping my
palm over his hairy chest, relishing how great it felt. Dad asked again,
"Can we go get comfortable? Maybe stroke each other off? Maybe make love
before the sun rises?

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