Date: Wed, 8 Jul 2015 14:37:48 -0400
From: Jammer S <riversplash21@gmail.com>
Subject: My Father's Charisma, Chapter 3

Part Three: The Suspense of Seduction

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As I followed my father to his bedroom, I could not help but admire his
well-formed, bubble ass through his pants.  His pretty and muscular
bareback combined with the bulbous butt made me anxious for what I was
about to see. Yet, I wondered how far and how fast thing should go. After
all, this was my father; we could regret what might occur for the rest of
our lives. Our adventuresome sex play already had led us to strip off our
shirts and explore each other's upper bodies including exciting each other
greatly with extended nipple play. My mouth watered just recalling how
dad's savory tit had tasted between my lips.

Once in his room, dad closed the door and moved into me again. His kiss was
even more deliberate. His hands roamed up and down my back. When his tongue
found mind, I lost my breath. My father was a hell of a great kisser. I
imagined whenever he wanted to fuck my mom; he was able to seduce her
merely by rolling his bare, hairy chest on top of her and engaging her in a
hard, wet kiss. I clawed at his back in return; I moaned; I jutted my
crotch out to find his again as the kiss went longer and deeper than any
one before.

Again, when dad ended the kiss, he immediately kissed my ear lobe, tongued
my ear, and then made his way down my neck. Before too many seconds passed,
I felt his warm, wet lips capture my right nipple. He moaned as he found
the nub and began to make love to it. His other fingers pinched at my left
nipple. I pushed my chest at him, wanting him to devour my stiff and
sensitive nips like they had never been devoured.

Dad had told me he wanted to join Kenny Taylor and me that night long
ago. What Kenny Taylor did to my boytits then simply did not compare to the
sensuous attentions that my mature father was now giving them. Being a
middle-aged man, whose chest had wanted such pleasures for a long time, I
moaned deeply, held the back of my father's head to my chest plate, and
whispered, "Oh daddy, oh dad, yes, yes, suck my tit. That feels wonderful."
Dad stopped for just a second, tweaked my right nipple with his fingers
repeatedly and even pinched it to cause a little pain mixed with the
pleasure. He chuckled and said, "Son, you and I are going to have to do a
number on each other's nipples before this night is over. I see we are two
studs of the same needs and order." Then his mouth moved to my other mannip
to suck it, work it, and make it stand in ultimate attention.

"Yes, dad, oh yeah," I muttered. My cock tented my pants, wanting to be
freed. I grabbed dad on his shoulder to steady myself. He continued to give
my mantits the greatest of loving and sensuous detail. When his front teeth
barely took my extended tittie tip between them and he bit down lightly, I
screamed from the intense pleasure.

The immense turn on made me push him back off my tits to allow me to return
to his hairy chest and meaty mannips. The crispy brown color of his areola
and the stiff sharp point of his tips made me shake with desire. I kissed
and suckled and generally ate up his chest. Once I knew my sucking was
making one nipple too tender, I moved to the other. Dad moaned and groaned
and let me have my way with his breasts, its thick chest hair, and his
fabulous meaty nips for a good five minutes.

Finally, my father urged, "Wyatt, let's stop. Let me get your pants
off. Let's strip to our briefs and get in the sack."

I had been so hypnotized pleasuring my father's chest and nipples until I
had zoned out completely. When dad stopped my suckling to suggest we strip
off our pants and get into bed together, the absolute reality of what was
occurring between us hit me between the eyes. Before I realized what I was
saying, I blurted out, "What about mom, my wife, our knowing this is in..."
but before I could say the word "incest," my father interrupted and said,
"Fuck, Wyatt, we are two horny guys who love each other. This is a lifetime
of desire coming to fruition. Your mom had been dead for five years, your
wife is 500 miles away, and this is just us, son."

"But dad, I can hardly believe this is happening. I need to be sure," I
replied.

Dad smiled, ran his fingertips over his right nipple, looked down at it,
and said, "From the feel of my nipples, son, you are pretty damn sure of
what you want."

"I do want more of you, dad, I do," I said, but I added, "Maybe we should
stop here. Give it the night. See what we feel tomorrow."

Dad walked closer to me, took me by the hands, placed my hands on his
chest, and said, ""I know what I want, Wyatt. I've told you, this is not a
new or a suddenly unknown feeling. Go ahead, son, " and he took my fingers
and placed them right on the top of his wonderful mantits and said, "Go
ahead, tell me if you want to explore me further, discover other things
about me, caress my tits some more. Or, do you really need more time?"

Almost involuntarily, my fingertips began to rub, and caress my dad's
nipples again. I locked my fingers onto each one and twisted and teased and
pulled. He engaged me in another, long kiss. He danced his tongue into an
entanglement of my own. His right hand went down to find and press my
erection through my pants. He whispered, "We can go slow, very slow. I want
to get your pants off, son, and give you a body massage."

"Oh dad, that would be nice, but I am just so unsure about things."

Dad chuckled again; he squeezed hard on my covered cock, stroked the full
length of it, and said to me, "This thing down here is pretty sure. I tell
you that. You feel great, son."  My father began to unsnap my pants. He
unzipped them, when they were loosened around my waist; I stood there
mesmerized as he stripped them from around my hips. They fell to my
knees. Dad bent his body away from far enough to get a good viewing of my
erected cock My briefs hide it, but its head threatened to rocket out of
the top near my belly button.

"Damn, Wyatt, you have a hot bulge there, son. Mighty hot. You know, you
look like me a lot when I was 20 years younger except for the smooth
chest. You get your chest from your mom's father and that man had a
physique to die for. Of course, you get your pretty and very wide tits from
your mom. I loved hers, and I love yours."

"Dad, this kind of embarrasses me, although I am glad you like what you see
in your son," I said.

Dad replied, "We should do as we please, son, and really enjoy pleasuring
each other. Enjoy tonight and our exploration and simulation. Okay?"

Dad grabbed me on the corner of both shoulders. He kissed my forehead. His
left hand found my cock now covered only by my gray cotton briefs. He
moaned as his hand went around my erection. He leaned down and again kissed
my left tit. The moment was hot for me. I felt my pre-cum leaking from my
piss slit. The goo made a wet spot on my briefs. Dad circled the spot with
his middle finger. He then brought the finger up and drilled it around my
bellybutton.

"I love you, Wyatt," I heard him say. He then stopped, took a step or two
back from me, and within a few seconds, his shoes, socks, belt and pants
were removed, and he stood there with me in his tight, white briefs. He
looked tremendous, as a handsome, striking man. His package was evident
inside his briefs; his long, hairy and muscular legs were still athletic;
his total physique turned me on. He moved to the head of the bed, drew the
bedding back and invited me in.

"You want to take it slow, we can leave on our briefs, but I want to share
my bed with you. Come now."

As dad sat and then lay back in the bed and moved over to its far side, I
moved to it and got in. He smiled. He caressed my arm, felt my bicep, and
then drew me on top of him. When our bodies connected there in his bed, I
shuddered, shivered and moaned.

"Oh dad, damn, your body is hot and steamy," I said before kissing him on
his upper chest just under his throat.

Dad smiled and said, "Oh yeah, your hot chest pressed against mine is
wonderful. Press our titties together, son, make our nipples smack each
other.' I wanted to do that very thing. I moved a few inches so my mannips
aligned with dad's. The tips of our tits kissed and sparks ignited in both
of us. He grabbed my buttocks with his hands to draw our covered erections
together. He began to grunt and move like an animal to saw and glide our
dicks together. Even though the hardness of both cocks was evident, Dad
grabbed me and turned our bodies with ease. He was on top, then I was, and
then we kissed deeply, and then he grinded our mannips together, letting me
feel the heat of his fur-covered chest while our cocks stabbed at each
other.

Finally, dad ended up on top. He scooted down beneath my privates, took
both hands and brought them to the flanks of my underwear. He looked me in
the eyes, ran a hand up over my chest to play with both tits, and then
returned the hand to the side of my shorts and asked me, "Can I now get
these off you? Strip you naked son?" Dad went to lower my briefs, but just
as he was about to bring them below my cock to where my dick would have
snapped out from beneath them to wag in the air, I twisted and moved
quickly and surprisingly pushed away from him. I was not ready for such an
intimate experience with my own father. His lowering of my briefs to make
me naked made me react with modesty from somewhere in my being.

"Dad, I want to be close to you," I said as I got up and stood on the
opposite side of the bed from him. I looked down at him, seeing and again
admiring his chest that looked splendid for a man of his age. Lying there
in the bed, my father looked powerful, well built, and handsome. I wanted
to get back in the bed with him, yet my judgment at that moment told me
that I should not.

"I am sorry, dad. Truly, I am sorry. But if I give in to this great
temptation, it could change me forever."

I grabbed my trousers off the floor and was about to leave his bedroom when
he suddenly snapped up from the bed, and in two or three big steps beat me
to the door. He positioned himself between the door and me. He still looked
very sexy, but now angry,

"Wyatt, maybe you do need some time. Maybe I have been too
aggressive. But," and dad paused, put a hand in the middle of my chest,
looked own at my cock poking my briefs way out, and then said, "But I will
not stop my pursuit. I am enjoying man-to-man sex and relationships these
days, and you, son, happened to be about as hot of a middle-aged man as
I've seen or been around. Please, come back to bed with me."

Wanting to please my father, I offered a compromise. Seeing how hot dad
looked there, bare-chested, almost naked, with such strong, sexy legs and
all, I heard myself say, "What about if we sleep together tonight, but that
be all?'

Dad smiled, grabbed me around the shoulders, turned me toward the bed,
padded me on my bare belly, and said, "Come lay down, Wyatt. Come lay down
and let me give you a massage to relax you. You can fall asleep to my
touch."  .  As soon as I was on my stomach and settled in, dad got on the
bed, straddled my lower back and began to massage my neck and
shoulders. His firm hands worked magic. He relaxed my muscles in ways I had
not felt. He was expert. "Dad, have you done this before?" I asked.

Dad told me that he had picked up a side job as an amateur masseuse at his
lodge.  "The pay is minimum, but I meet a lot of men, old and young, and
well, I enjoy having their skin and muscles under my palm," he said and
chuckled. "I haven't been doing it long, and I don't know how much longer I
will keep at it, but I have watched a few videos and understand basic
technique.

Indeed he did. He made me moan and compliment him as he worked down to my
lower back, upper legs, calves and feet. When he moved back up my legs to
squeeze and massage my ass, I moaned deeply and wiggled my butt to show him
my enjoyment. I looked back at him and said, "Dang dad, you re good at
this. I feel great."

Dad smiled, winked and said, "I am going to pull your shorts down to do
your bare ass cheeks. I'll pull them back up before you turn over." I let
my father lower my shorts. When his palms pressed my puffy butt cheeks and
massaged them, I could not help but exhale with pleasure. I cooed and
moaned as dad worked my ass muscles, my lower back and the upper part of my
legs. He worked my ass for several minutes finally patting each one a few
times and then slapping each cheek a couple of times to bring a slight
sting.

"Yeah, oh yes, you have a nice ass, son. A very nice ass. I've seen my
share in my lifetime, but you have an A-plus butt, kid."  He then slapped
me lighter on my tail a couple of more times, almost as though he were
dusting it.  Dad then reached into his nightstand, brought out a lotion,
and applied a cool gel to my buns. It felt heavenly. I moaned and cooed
again.

My father's touch relaxed me so much that I spread my butt without
notice. And then, I felt it. He took his middle finger and ran it from the
point of my tailbone, down my crack and to the rim of the opening of my
ass.  The feeling was indescribable and then he moved the finger back up,
going just a fraction of an inch deeper. I moaned.

"Oh dad, that feels so unusual, but good."

"Relax Wyatt, let me work." And dad hen let his finger back down, and
slowly he moved it back up. I moved to position myself to deliberately give
him more room to get his probing finger even deeper. He knew what I was
doing. He urged me "Yes Wyatt, open it up. You have such hot butt. So
manly; so good."

And when he moved his finger back down, he stopped and worked it into the
very rim of my ass hole. I moaned and opened myself to him.

He whispered, "I am going to add some gel here, make it easy to glide, make
it good for you." He brought his finger out, lubed it, and then returned
it. I felt the cool, slippery gel n it. The wetness, the gentle probing,
and the urgings of my father were too much. I lifted my ass up and
whispered back at him, "Do it a little more, dad. Probe me there. Caress
me."

My father gently and slowly and with great care edged his wet middle finger
into my ass canal. When I lifted all the way off the mattress and onto my
all fours, he gradually drilled into the very hot depths of my ass. He
reached down and kissed me on my neck, and before I realized what was going
on, dad started rotating that right finger deep inside my ass. At the same
time, he reached under me with his left hand to take my ball sac and to
fondle my balls with his left hand. When his fleshy hand squeezed around my
tender nuts, I moaned like an alley cat, lifted up to give my ass to him,
and heard myself say, "Oh yes, dad. Oh yes, I want it. I want all of you.'

He kissed me and then said, "It's a little awkward in this position for me
to pleasure you and that is exactly what I want to do. Turn over. Let me do
this right."

And then, the reality hit me again. I collapsed onto the mattress, used my
right hand to grab his and force his finger from its anal carving of my
interiors. "No dad, not now, that is too much, Way too much.'

Dad said, "But you were enjoying it, Wyatt. Enjoying it greatly. Your ass
is so hot and wonderful, my boy."

"You are too seductive, dad. This is too much, too much. You can so easily
manipulate me."

Dad pressed his hairy body into me, and we kissed deeply. His hand went to
pecker, and he stroked me with purpose and care.  I wanted to simply lie
back and let him bring me off quickly, but I did not want to totally lose
my better judgment and modesty. I found the strength to remove his hand. I
pulled the covers up over me. "Dad, please. Please stop for now."

He lifted off me and walked around to the other side of the bed. I looked
at him carefully. His meaty mannips were pointed and excited. His cock was
hardly contained in his briefs. He squeezed his cock while looking at me
and said, "You are going to be here all week. There will be plenty of
time. And there will be time, Wyatt. We can no more and prevent this now
than anything."

He got into bed with me. When he turned from me, I did not know if I wanted
to turn him back toward me and continue or turn over myself and try to
sleep. I reluctantly turned over myself. I was hoping deep down that he was
going to turn back toward me and try to rekindle the seduction. I still
felt his finger working my interiors. I still wanted to see and kiss his
fatherly nipples. And I knew I wanted to sample his impressive cock.

He told me "good night, son," and I lay there thinking about the events
with him. I could not forget how much I had enjoyed discovering his upper
body and how tempted his mighty dick had been when he flirted with me after
his shower and again just minutes ago. Here I was a confident, successful
married man in my middle years, yet my older father had me doubting my
sexuality, my preferences, and my great lust for his mature body.

My mind flashed back to that afternoon years ago when I dropped in to see
my friend Kenny Taylor the afternoon after we had gotten each other off in
my bedroom for the third or fourth time. He was not home, but his dad saw
me about to leave and hollered at me from the backyard swimming pool. I
went around to say "hello" and could not take my eyes off the man. He was
about 45, handsome, shirtless, muscular and wearing a tight maroon
swimsuit. He told me Kenny would not be back for a couple of hours, nobody
else was at home, and then he said, "Why don't you stay and swim with me,
Wyatt?"

Normally, I would not have accepted. But as I looked him over, he turned me
on. It did not matter his age or that he were Kenny's father or that he was
a straight, religious type who was well respected in our
community. Instead, I saw a very fit and sexy man that I wanted to look at
longer and more closely. He had thick waves of dark hair on his head, sexy
sunken blue eyes, wide shoulders, a deep tan, impressive pecs, and his
nipples were about quarter-sized, not overly wide, but they were a pretty
copper color and had a bullet tit that stood out very noticeably. He belly
was firm and then I noticed the outline of an impassively long cock to
which his wet trunks clung. My mouth watered.

Before long, he gave me one of Kenny's swim suits to wear, we were in the
pool together, and before I really understood what was occurring, this
well-respected Baptist deacon in the biggest church in town had me between
his arms against the pool wall. We were at the far wall from the house and
trees blocked us from any neighbors. And then, Mr. Taylor said in a low,
sexy voice, "Oh Wyatt, you have been eyeing me haven't you son?"

I tried to deflect eh question and I shifted to move away from him. But I
wasn't successful. His moved even closer and then our front sides pressed
together, I could not only feel his big chest against my own, but I felt an
electric charge go straight to my cock when his nipple and my nipple
smashed together a though kissing each other.

"Haven't you?" Connor Taylor asked me again "What if had to call your dad
about my concerns?"

I asked, "What concerns," and then he confidently and smartly took control
as he older man. "These concerns," and then his right hand began to sweep
across my bare chest there in the water. I froze. This distinguished older
man, hot and handsome, married and quite physically fit, with a broad hairy
chest was coming on to me. When one hand found my left nipple while the
other pulled me to him, I was dumbfounded.  But when Connor Taylor engaged
me fully in a long, hard kiss and brought our bodies completely together, I
was sexually charged and willing to do whatever he asked.

Within seconds, he leaned into me and forced my lips to his excited left
nipple and took my right hand and brought it down to feel the hard on that
his swim trunks covered, but barely contained. When my lips began to kiss
and suck his dark, excited nipple and my hand went inside his trunks to
fish out his elongated cock, he hugged me to him. I heard my friend's
father say, "Take me, Wyatt. Take me. Show Kenny's father what a young stud
you are." He moaned, groaned, and grabbed down to squeeze my own cock.
"Eat my mantit. Stroke my cock."

Strong and fit, Mr. Taylor positioned our bodies so that our legs,
privates, bellies, chests and faces pressed together. He kissed me, making
the kiss wet and hard. He squeezed my cock as I worked his. And then he
noticeably moved his chest so that his colorful left nipple kissed my right
tit. I shivered as the elongated point of his meaty button kissed and clung
to my wide nipple. "Oh yes, holding our cocks, kissing tits, we are good
together, lid," Mr. Taylor whispered, his strong voice now choked with
sexual lust.

Mr. Taylor grabbed me by the hand to lead me to the steps of the pool. He
removed his trunks, and then brought me on top of him. He encouraged me to
suck and kiss his chest spending time on both of his fine tits. While I
sucked his tits, the image of him in an expensive black suit and starched
white shirt collecting offering up and down the aisles of the Baptist
church flashed through my mind.

When he pushed me to his cock. I had hardly began to suck its head before
he exclaimed, "That's it, that's it, right there. Mr. Taylor is about to
explode. Oh yeah, oh yeah, coming now." And his man juices spurted out into
my mouth before I pulled off his shooting cock. I had tasted Kenny's cum
after he shot, and had tasted my own, but this was the first time another
man had shot off into my mouth.  I tasted and swallowed.

After two long spurts, Kenny's father pulled out of me, reached for his
orgasmic pecker, and hen stroked himself to a finish, shooting three or
four strong shots it amazed me to see such a stoic, controlled man and my
friend's father in the throes of a big cum and getting himself off as he
were a that point. After he finished, we both collapsed into the water to
wash the residue away.

He then swam to the other end. When he got our of the pool, he looked back
at me and said, "Swim as long as you like, Wyatt. That was nice. Real nice,
Come back to visit me, son. Okay?"

I knew I would return. The older man's charisma, sexual control, lengthy
cock, and hot tits captivated me.  Connor Taylor had just turned me on to
an interest in the older man.

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