Date: Sat, 12 Sep 2015 10:24:02 -0400
From: Jammer S <riversplash21@gmail.com>
Subject: My Father's Charisma: Part Five

Part Five: My Father's Undeniable Appeal

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I stood there continuing to eye my hot, mature father. I had just gotten
out of bed, with flashes of what had occurred filling my mind. My own
father, an older man of incredible appeal and sexy attraction, had seduced
me, his middle-aged son, and had brought me to he point of shooting
off. Just before my cum triggers started, I forced dad off my cock and
pushed him away from me. I quickly got off the bed and looked back at him,
and said, "It's time to start our day."

My father was not going to let me call all of the shots though. He took his
own mancock in his hand and began to jack his erection with great purpose.
He swept his other hand all over his body, up to his chest to rake through
the hair there and to play with each fine nipple, down to finger his navel,
and to brush through his public patch. and then claw at his luscious set of
balls.

I just stood there dumbfounded, but wildly interested in watching my
father. The moment was too sexy; my father too lusty. I could not recall
seeing a man that had ever turned me on more than he was right there as he
exhibited his raw sexual self to me. It became clear to me how he could
attract younger and older women and most any man as well.

"Watch me get myself off, Wyatt. Watch your daddy shoot his load." His
words, his urgency, and his hand jacking his cock, while his other hand
stimulated the rest of his body, paralyzed me. "Take it all in, my
son. This big, stiff, ready-to-fire pecker of mine... my hands teasing
these hot tits of mine that you like so much... my hairy balls about to
pop.... everything. Oh son!"

I heard myself say, "Oh dad. You do turn me on. I love seeing you,
touching, you, even watching you stimulate your own body."

"Show me that you want me, Wyatt. Please son. This would feel so much more
intense and exciting if you would come finish me," my father said as his
hand moved slowly up and down his amazingly hard and nearly orgasmic
pecker.

I stood there excited to watch my father massage himself, knowing that
quivering cock controlled so much of what I felt. Taking in the expanse of
the situation with my naked father laying on his bed before me and
encouraging me to finish him became so tempting. He might have been almost
65 years old, but he was as much of a hunk as any yesteryear Hollywood
stars like William Holden, Brain Keith and Henry Fonda, all of whom he
reminded me of in various ways. Dad was so hot, sexy and handsome.

Standing there in awe and very much spellbound by the exhibition of my
father, I found myself reaching down to play with my own dick.  There I
was, a middle-aged man, wanting nothing more than to let himself go and
enjoy a sexual explosion with my own father. My cock remained almost fully
hard due to the excitement dad created by playing so sensuously with his
own body, and the art of his masturbation technique. As I stroked myself, I
knew that my own hand did not feel anywhere near as good as it had felt
when my father had discovered my cock.

Again dad encouraged me to, "Don't leave, Wyatt. Come back to bed. Come
back and lay beside me. I want you, son," and he took his hand off his cock
to hold it out to me. When I did nothing, my father got up off the bed
slowly and approached me. He put his hands on my upper arms, squeezed and
then embraced me before pulling me into another tantalizing and very wet
kiss. Bringing his right hand down, he expertly located the very tip of my
nipple. His fingers began to pull lightly at the tip, making me hiss in
response. I could not deny that the intimacy and detail of our nipple play
together had been tremendous. Playing so expertly with both of my nipple
tips, my father charged me up as much, if maybe not more, than our mutual
discovery of each other's cocks. The delicacy and sensuous nature of how he
made my nipples hard made me shiver. He smiled and leaned down to begin
another try at seducing me.

Dad kissed down my neck, nibbled my earlobe, and moved closer to me so our
erections dangled together and kissed. I moaned and then from somewhere in
my guts I exclaimed, "Oh dad, my good father, I want you so much, so much,
but this must stop."

"Let go, let us enjoy each other, my son,"

"I wish I could, I wish..." and my thoughts were interrupted as my father
grabbed both of our big dicks and pressed them together length to
length. He drew the comparison, "You know, son, you have a little more
length than I do, but I think my fleshy thickness gives me a size advantage
here."

I chuckled, clawed lightly at my father's back and replied, "You have
always seemed so much bigger in every way, dad. In every way." Before I
knew it, my father had again drawn us down to the bed again. His charisma,
the warmth of his body, and his impressive cock were too much to resist. We
began to roll and embrace and caress and stroke each other, with our bodies
entangling so that our privates pressed together and our chests hugged
tightly. Finally, dad ended up on top of me, straddling me below my
waist. Without hesitation, he grabbed his own tremendous cock by his right
hand to stroke it while using his other hand to take in my lengthy dick and
play with it.

He brought both peckers together to rub them along each other and to create
sexual heat between us. He repositioned his body to ensure that our
dangling balls played and pressed together. The moment was chilling. I
reached up with both of my free hands to capture his pointed mannips. The
gems felt so wonderful as I rubbed then between the pads of my forefinger
and thumb.

"Feels good, Wyatt. Yes, so good to have our cocks together and you doing
that to my nips."

"I love you, dad. I love you." I complimented him on his body again,
telling him how much his broad hairy chest, exquisite nipples, and thick
cock turned me on. I added, "This stud penis is major league and these
fucking nipples of yours are the absolute finest." We continued to escalate
our excitement, with my father hissing air in and out of his lungs, showing
a great build up to a tremendous cum. I felt my own erection getting closer
and closer.

Dad saw my cockhead turn dark red; he noticed the pearl juice leaking from
my cock, and he dropped his own cock to run his hand up to test the
stiffness of my pointed nipples. I think he wanted me to last a little
longer. He patted me on my chest and squeezed my breasts.

My father took charge. He rolled us in the bed, got on top of me and
grabbed our cocks to press them together. The absolute hardness of his
senior dick amazed me. The feel of his hairy body on top of me turned me on
in ways I had not felt. And then when he drew me into a hard, wet kiss and
began a hot tongue dance with me, I knew beyond a doubt my cock would erupt
in seconds.

Dad was expert in handling both my cock and his own in his large right
hand. With his left, he reached down to hold our balls together. As he
stroked us and looked at me intently, I used my own hands to race across
his chest, enjoying his mature and very raised nipples under my palm.
There we were, Vic and Wyatt Steverson, older father and 40-something son,
giving each other great and lustful feelings. Neither of us would ever
forget the moment.

"Enjoy it, Wyatt. Oh yes, enjoy our cocks loving each other," dad said in a
breathy, sex-charged voice.

I hunched my hips up at him, letting him have full access of my cock and
balls. It was too hot for me to feel our boiling balls bouncing against
each other.

"I feel it, dad. Oh, I am about to cum."

Dad let go of his own cock, repositioned himself, and began a fast stroking
of my cock. His left hand left our nuts to find my right nipple and to
pinch it with sensuous rhythm.  My orgasm triggered in my lower body. I
felt the cum winding through my interiors. I moaned; I groaned. I grabbed
madly at my father's nipples and pinched them hard. I leaned up to kiss him
on the mouth letting our tongues dance with abandon.

And then, my cumquake rocked me. I heard dad urge me to "Cum, my son. Oh
yes, your daddy wants so much to see this. Cum, my son."

I came. My first load shot off big time going four or five feet into the
air to fall back on my belly and along my father's hairy arm. "So good,
Wyatt. What a shot, what a man you are..."

Dad then leaned down so my second shot hit him squarely in the middle of
his hairy chest, coating his silver and black hairs with my white sauces.
I knew my shots of cum were harder and longer simply due to the exciting
rush that my own father wanted to watch me shoot off.  My father took my
spasming, shooting cock and raked it across his sexy, hard right
nipple. Just the stimulation of knowing my piss slit was flirting around
dad's spiked tit was enough to make my third shot as powerful as my
first. I drown his mannip with my man juices.

He continued to stroke my orgasmic cock with a great precision and
feeling. I lifted my ass and launched a strong fourth spurt. Dad chuckled
when my warm stuff hit him on his chin. And then he raised his belly to run
my dick along his stomach and into his bellybutton as a lesser fifth shot
of cum spurted from me followed by several small spews of my most precious
fluids.

"What a cum, you're great, son. Too good. I will have to take a load of it
down my throat pretty soon," dad said. As I relaxed after the ball-breaking
cum, dad dipped his index fingers in several of the puddles of cum to first
paint my nipples with my own sauces and then to paint his own. When his
big, round, and dark pink nipples glistened from my cum juice. He leaned
up, pulled my head to his pretty nipples, and encouraged me to "lick my
tits. Suck your sauce from them. Oh yes!" And without hesitation or
reservation, I slurped on my father's hot mannips.  Dad's nipples tasted
great, meaty and delicious. He moaned and groaned as I sucked his mature
tits fully into my mouth and tongued them with great action.

"Gosh that feels hot, son. You are a marvelous lover, my boy," dad said,

"Your chest and nipples make me too crazy, dad. I don't understand my
fascination with your tits, but they almost hypnotize me."

My father smiled. He ran his fingers across my handsome nipples and
returned the interest, "So much about you fascinates me, son. So much." And
we kissed for a long while our tongues speared each other, and our breath
grew heavy.

My older father reached out, took my hand, and urged me to, "Go ahead jack
me off, son. Jack me."

I squeezed my father's mancock, enjoyed its size, relished being the one to
manhandle it, and then he began to pump it slowly through my first by
bucking his ass back and forth. I took the index finger of my other hand,
wetted it with my mouth, and then sensuously ran my finger around my
father's cock slit.

"So good, Wyatt. That feels great," daddy said and moaned.

I began to pump the cock in slow strokes, but the jerking of his hairy
daddy butt told me that the old man wanted me to pound his cock harder and
harder. I did just that, taking my hand from his fatherly piss slit and
cupping his balls while getting faster and faster with each stroke of my
fist. His cock was so damn heavy and long in my hand. I saw a cum bubble
surface from dad's cock and thought it was about the sexiest thing I had
ever witnessed.

"Keep going, Wyatt. Pump me, jack me, I am getting there."

Within a few seconds, I heard dad moan from deep down. I felt my father
fucking my fist with great effort. To get him even more excited, I reached
up to tease the tip of dad's stiff left nipple before wrapping two fingers
on all of it and twisting to delight my father.

I then leaned down and began to suck my father's other nipple. The tit
flesh felt splendid to my tongue. Dad groaned animal-like, and I could feel
his big dick getting harder and harder and even more primed.

Just as I sucked down hard on my dad's hot nipple, my father groaned like a
man in deep heat, took his own cock from my fist, started to pound it on
his own. He leaned me back and told me, "I'll let you jack me off
later. You can be my wand master. Right now, I want you to watch me shoot
all over you."

Eagerly, I leaned back in to kiss my dad's substantially embossed nipples,
but shortly after my lips touched his meaty right mannip, my father moaned,
and he warned, "Cumming, I am there, son. Cumming so hard...."

I looked directly at the cock that had jetted sperm into my mother's pussy
to make me. I wanted it instead. I watched passively as my father's cock
shot a powerful first stream of his daddy juices. I shivered when his cock
slit widened, he moaned, and the first white juices shot violently from his
daddy cock. The warm cum sauce hit me directly in the chest. Dad then
hunched his hips higher, and shot again. This time, he hit his mark,
striping my face from above, my left eye, across my nose, and down my lips
and on down my chin with his cum. I opened my mouth to groan and a streak
of his extended second spurt landed on my tongue.

"Oh baby, take it, take it, go ahead, eat my seed," my father urged.  I
thought that I should wipe it on my arm, but instead, by instinct, I tasted
my father's innermost juice. I like its intimate and unique taste, a little
smoky, a little bacon like. I swallowed as my father shot his remaining
shots to wet my chest and belly. And then, his very last shot was aimed up
and down my own spent pecker. Dad coated my soft cock with his cum.

"Oh dad, what a cum, what a man." I admired.

Dad pulled on his nipples with his left hand as he finished jacking his
pecker. He had a tremendous orgasm. I embraced him, letting our pasty,
cum-soaked bodies press together.''  "So good, Wyatt. Wow!" Dad said.

Our arms and legs wound together.  Our chests hugged.  I could fell the
continued stiffness of his fine nipples kissing my own sizeable tits. We
turned and kissed for along time. After a minute or so of enjoying the
afterglow and regaining our senses, Dad tuned me over and preceded to give
me an unbelievable back massage, making my neck, shoulders, lower back and
ass feel wonderful. When I was as relaxed as possible, he lowered his
entire body and stretched it out along my backside completely covering me.

His amazing cock had grown partially hard. He edged it along my crack. I
allowed him to have his pleasure for a minute or so before turning over and
bringing him again into a warm kiss. Our relationship had taken a new twist
and seen new heights.










And then to my total surprise, Dad removed his hand my pulsating pecker,
patted me on the cheek, and asked, "Wyatt, what about if we take a break,
shower, eat something, and come back to this? Would you like that?"

I pinched at both of his fleshy tits, kissed him quickly o the lips and
said, "I'd like that, dad. It will give us both a chance to build our
reserves and to make sure of things."

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