Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2017 02:12:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Shared Custody

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*****

I was trying hard not to be bummed, really I was. It had been such an
incredible weekend. Our first like this. I hated to see it coming to an
end, knowing it would be another week before we got to see each other
again.

Dad's arm rested along the back of the bench seat, his big hand cupping the
back of my neck, rubbing the bristly hair there. It wasn't helping. I was
throwing a serious bone in my jeans. The difference was, I didn't have to
hide it from him anymore. Neither of us had to hide anything from each
other. It was fucking awesome, and that made heading back to Mom's after
this amazing weekend together that much harder.

"Look buddy, I know it sucks," Dad said. "Sucks for me too, believe
me. Wish it was different. But this is just how it is now. We're gonna make
the best of it."

He looked at me, smiling, and I guess I fell all the way in love with him
right then and there. His handsome face, the blond weekend scruff on his
strong jaw, little flecks of grey mixed in with it now that just made him
even hotter. More rugged. Manly as fuck. The kind of man I hoped to be, and
as much as I looked just like him - looked just like the pictures of him at
16 - I had a lot to look forward to.

He looked back at the road, then flicked his eyes down at my crotch, the
bulge of my hard teen cock in my jeans, and chuckled. Shifted his hand from
the back of my neck and laid it on the muscle of my thigh, getting big like
his were, his fingertips just grazing the long shape of my cock where it
was pushing down my thigh. I groaned real softly at that, and he just
chuckled and lightly rubbed his fingers along the mound.

"Plus, now we both have something to look forward to all week long," he
said, and his voice had that low, husky, sexy kind of tone to it that I'd
only really heard for the first time this weekend. "Friday evening, you and
me, together again, Doing what we want to do. Just us men."

"Jeez Dad," I said, my voice cracking a little, my head full of images from
this weekend, and fantasies of the weekends to come. The feel of his big,
muscular body, the thick blond-brown hair on his big pecs, the taste of his
tongue exploring my mouth. The way his big, thick cock felt as he took my
cherry Saturday morning. My ass was still twinging from it, but in a good
way. I felt different, all over - like I was a man now. Not a kid
anymore. A man, with muscles, and a hard cock that shot big loads of cum,
just like my Dad. But that part of me that felt like a real man now knew
that he was right. The time apart would be good. Give us time to remember,
and look forward, and let the intensity of everything get bigger, deeper.

"I dunno how I'm gonna get through the week without going nuts," I said,
sprawling my thighs wider on the bench seat. He chuckled at that, at the
way I opened myself up to him, and his big hand focused more on the length
of my throbbing cock in my jeans, rubbing slower, deeper, longer.

"Me either, little stud," he said in that husky, sexy voice, and I felt my
cock leak inside my briefs. "I know you're gonna be jackin' this fine cock
of yours all week long, and that's OK. So long as you save some for me. And
call me when you do. Maybe we can do it together, bud."

"Oh damn," I moaned, in love and lust and awe at all this hidden, manly
sexiness coming out of him now. I'd always had a crush on him, but getting
to experience this side of him, with him - it was just awesome.

We looked at each other, and yeah, my Dad was a total authority figure, a
real man's man... but the hunger on his face, the look in his eyes, the
need... that was different. It was deep. We were equals right now, two men
deep in lust for each other, full of this huge need to be together. He
looked at the time on his phone and grinned.

"Screw it... we got a little more time," he said. "What do you say we take
a little detour, bud?"

My heart and stomach and cock all lifted at once.

"Yessir," I grinned back, and he nodded and hit the turn signal to take us
off the main road.

His company was building a new housing development not far from Mom's
house, and the place was deserted on a wintry Sunday afternoon, all
half-built houses and freshly paved roads. Not a soul around, except for
us. We drove around for a few minutes, Dad's handsome head swiveling around
as he looked for just the right spot, grinning when he found it. A big
house, all framing and Tyvek sheeting, with a three-car garage you couldn't
see into from the street. He bumped the truck up the lumpy dirt of the lot
and into the garage, then shoved the shifter into Park, cut the engine and
was sliding across the bench seat to me in one smooth, quick motion.

I grunted as his big, muscular body collided with mine, his thick arms
sliding around me and pulling me into him and his already open mouth,
halfway up in his lap as my own mouth opened wide to take his thick, wet
tongue. We moaned together as we kissed, deep and wet, hungry, just like
we'd been kissing since Friday night. Every time we kissed now, I
remembered the last kiss he'd given me the night he moved out, holding me
in his big arms, a deep, sad look in his eyes. The way we'd leaned deeper
into each other and our lips had touched. Moved together. Lingered. How
hard I'd gotten in my jeans, and how hard he'd gotten too, just from that
simple, but intimate dad-son kiss. How hard it had been to pull back from
it, but knowing that we had to. It had changed everything, and it had
brought us here, now, to this quiet, half-finished garage, exchanging
tongues hungrily in the cab of his old pickup, as I humped my cock-stuffed
crotch against the hardness of his.

"Damn, little buddy," he said, sliding his hands up my thighs to cup my
ass, all hard and tight and rounded with muscle from wrestling, just like
his. He squeezed it, chuckling a little at the way I moaned, then slid his
hands up under my sweater, tugging my T-shirt free so he could push his big
mitts up over the smooth, warm skin of my torso. "You're such a hot dude."

"So are you, Dad," I half-moaned, leaning in to kiss him again. I was
pretty new to kissing, especially like this, but I was already loving
it. Especially with him. We'd done so much of it since Friday evening, my
tongue was a little sore. But it was a good kind of sore. Totally worth it.

My hands were plucking at the buttons of his plaid shirt, pushing his
jacket off his big, muscular shoulders as his thick fingers came down to
tug at my belt, the thick muscle of his tongue probing every corner of my
mouth. We were just so hot for each other, we didn't know where to focus,
except on the hungry thrust of our tongues and the humping of our epic
cockbulges against each other.

Eventually I sat back, straddling his lap, and wormed my way out of my
sweater and T-shirt, my nips standing up stiff and hard in the cool air of
the cab. Dad's hands moved immediately to my skin, smooth and stretched
tight over all the muscle I'd been putting on this past year, his eyes
focused on my body, making appreciative grunts as his big, thick, callused
fingers roamed over my skin and made me shiver all over.

"All grown up, buddy," he said, almost to himself, then leaned in to lick
and kiss each stiff nip, making me moan and clutch the back of his head as
he growled around each stiff nub. I leaned in and planted my nose in his
short blond hair, still plenty thick and full, with the occasional white
hair blending into it, and inhaled his manly scent. He worked with me as I
pushed his jacket off, suckling on my tits the whole time, then sat back
and swapped tongues with me some more as I undid the buttons of his shirt
properly.

The way his torso shifted as I tugged his undershirt up and off, all thick
with muscle and dusted with that golden-brown fur, was awesome, and for the
thousandth time, I got that eager feeling deep inside of me - not just to
touch him and taste him, but to be like him. He was like a snapshot of my
future, how I'd look in 20-some years if I kept working out and eating
right and being my best, like he'd always taught me to be. I let out a
hungry little growl and pushed him back against the seat, and he just
chuckled and let me have at him with my hands, lips and tongue, exploring
the dense, thick musculature of his brawny ex-wrestler's body. It was a
total replay of Friday, when we'd torn at each other for the first
time. Years of longing for each other behind it, and hopefully years more
of exploring still to come.

"You know I could do this with you all day, little stud," he said, gently
tugging my head up and planting a slow, deep kiss on me. "Wish we
could. But we don't have all that much time..."

"I know," I said with a sigh, trying not to sound like a disappointed
little kid.

"Soon, though," he murmured against my lips, his thick fingers tugging the
buttons of my fly open as he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. I rose up
for him to skin my jeans down my hard-muscled young thighs, moaning into
his mouth as he palmed the big bulge in my tighty-whiteys and pushed me
back across the bench seat, my back up against the cold metal and vinyl of
the door. He kept on kissing me even as he lifted his hips for me to open
his fly and push his jeans down, and I couldn't help but reach down and rub
the huge hard bulge standing proud in his boxer briefs, making him grunt
into my mouth.

His boots and my sneakers hit the floor of the cab, followed by our jeans,
and then we were sliding together, body to body, muscle to muscle, bulge to
bulge. I lifted my hips when he slid his hands over my ass and then inside
my undies to cup my glutes, and in one smooth movement, he was tugging them
down my thighs and off. He broke the kiss to hang my tighty-whiteys off the
gearshift, and we both laughed at the sight of them.

"My trophy," he grinned, kissing me some more as I returned the favor,
yanking his boxer briefs down his big, long legs, moaning as I felt him
press fully against me, naked and throbbing and sticky as I clutched the
big, hairy mounds of his hard-muscled ass.

He had a little tube of moisturizer in the glove compartment, and even
though I guess it could have been for his hands or whatever, all I could
picture was him on his lunch break, parked somewhere quiet and private,
giving himself a slow, slick handjob, his cock all wet and squishing in his
big paw. Thinking of me, maybe. Thinking of us. I wondered how long he
might have been doing that, how many years he might have been fantasizing
about him and me like this. Couldn't possibly be as long as I had been. I'd
shot my first real cum - thin and watery, but still, my first ever cum -
years ago, stroking my young cock and imagining making out with him. Maybe
he'd been doing it back then too. The whole idea of it just excited me even
more.

Dad's thick tongue exploring my mouth nearly distracted me from the feeling
of his thick finger rubbing the moisturizer over my hole, still a little
puffy from taking his thick cock for the first time yesterday morning. But
it felt good, so good, even more when he worked it up inside me, slicking
my tight teen hole up, working his thick finger slowly around, opening me
up. We didn't have to say anything. We both knew we wanted it, one last
time before our weekend together was over. I was ready for this, and him,
anytime, anywhere. I had a fantasy about him coming to my school in the
middle of the day, taking me to the barely-used old boys' bathroom down in
the old gym building, and fucking me there in the stall. I told him that
fantasy last night, while we were grinding our cocks together on his sofa,
and he'd moaned and shot a rain of cum all over me.

But that was for later. Right now, he was pulling his fingers from inside
my stretched hole, looking me deep in the eyes as he replaced the with the
head of his thick cock, heavy and slick with precum. He squeezed a little
moisturizer into the palm of my hand, and I reached down between us to wrap
it around his thickness, loving the heft, the heat, the veiny power of his
big fucking cock. Stroking the slick, cool liquid all over it from the root
to the tip, then bending it down a little to nudge at my hole.

"You ready, little buddy?" he murmured, buzzing my lips with his.

"Always," I said. "Fuck me, Dad."

He growled, and pushed, and I breathed out and tried to relax like he'd
taught me yesterday morning, and somehow, like magic, he was pushing into
me. It hurt, sure, and I knew it was always gonna hurt a little, but it
hurt a whole lot less than it did yesterday. The hurt kind of subsided,
turning into an intense feeling of pressure, and then that kind of broke
like a bubble, and behind that was just pleasure. Pure, glowing pleasure,
as he fed me his tongue and his cock, filling me up from both ends as he
pushed one of my knees up and drove home inside of me, cradling the back of
my head and kissing me so deep as he fucked his way back into me.

We didn't have long, but damn, Dad sure made the most of the time we
had. You looked at him, all big and muscled and handsome and confident, and
you just knew he could really rock your world. But knowing it was one thing
- feeling it was another. Like a privilege, something special just for me,
as he fucked my ass deeply, powerfully, but tenderly too. I wondered if Mom
missed this. I'd heard them going at it at nights for years, jacking my
superhard young cock as I listened to his grunts and the thump of the bed
against the wall, picturing me under him instead of her. Trying not to be
jealous of her. Anyway, it didn't matter, because it was me he was fucking
now. My tight young hole, his own son's, wrapped around his thick, proud,
handsome cock like a second skin. All for him. Only for him, if he wanted.

The windows were starting to fog up with the steam of our sweat, our
breath, the heat of our bodies. Our muscles flexed and shifted, our tongues
danced, and the whole time, he sawed away at my hole relentlessly, like a
steam engine, pistoning his huge cock in and out of me. I'd never really
believed I could take it, until I did, and I knew it was just gonna get
better and better the more we did this. The old truck's seat springs
squeaked, and I could feel the whole thing rocking on its suspension as he
thrust up deep into me. My cock was like a piece of rebar, hard and
moist. I didn't dare touch it, because even though we didn't have a lot of
time, I never wanted it to end.

"Love you so damn much, son," Dad moaned, his handsome face beaded with
sweat. "My little buddy. My boy."

"Love you too, Dad," I panted back. "Always. So much."

He moaned and fucked me harder, his hips slap-slap-slapping against the
muscles of my ass.

"You gonna cum in me again, Dad?" I said, and his eyes got all big and this
intense look came over his rugged face.

"Fuck yeah, little buddy," he grunted. "Gonna breed my own boy. Cum in my
son."

"Do it, Dad," I urged, craning up to kiss him. "I love it. Love your cock
in me, your cum in me."

"Awww, you hot little stud," Dad growled, then wrapped his big paw around
my cock and hammered home inside my stretched hole, feeding me his fat
tongue as I felt the awesome explosion building in my cock, my balls, the
pit of my belly.

"Fuckin' love you baby boy," he half-wailed, and that and his stroking hand
took me over the edge. I clutched his thick forearm, feeling the cords of
muscle under all the fur, and the back of his powerful neck with my other
hand, and I came. Came so hard, my cum spurting all hot and thick over my
abs, my pecs, onto the vinyl of the old bench seat, feeling my hole
clenching even tighter around the invading thickness of his big Dad cock.

"Aw yes, cum for me, son," he growled, and then his face froze, his mouth a
gaping O, the big, fur-covered muscles of his huge chest frozen in full
flex. Maybe I was imagining it, but I swore I could feel the slow-spreading
warmth of his Dad cum, flooding my insides, filling me and flowing through
me. Making me even more of a man.

When it was over, he maneuvered my leg around so my thighs were spread
wide, and then lowered himself over me, suspending his big body over mine
on his elbows as we nuzzled at each others lips and teased our tongues
together, chests heaving, regaining our breath. Letting his cock slowly
soften and slip out of me. My hole felt like it was gonna take forever to
close, and I worried I was leaking cum everywhere, but he just smiled, took
my discarded tighty-whiteys, and tenderly stemmed the flow. It was weird,
and intimate, but damn, it was so hot, too. Especially when he picked his
boxer briefs up off the top of the dashboard and used them to wipe his big
cock clean, and then handed them to me with a wink.

"Now we both got a souvenir," he said, and we both fell into deep laughter
as he sat upright and pulled me under his big arm. We sat there for a long
moment, just enjoying the feeling, the special closeness we'd always sort
of had, but even more so now. I couldn't wait to see just how deep our
closeness could get. I felt like we'd only just started to scratch the
surface of how we could be together.

"You know, even with all this... if you want to keep exploring this, son,"
he finally said, giving me a straight look, "you gotta remember - I'm still
your Dad. I still have expectations. You still gotta keep your grades up,
keep making your coaches happy, and most of all, you gotta keep helping
your Mom out. Understood?"

"Yessir," I nodded, looking up at him with total respect, showing him how
seriously I took all the responsibilities I had, now I was becoming a
man. "I wouldn't give this up for anything, Dad. I'll do whatever it takes
to keep being with you."

"Me too, little buddy," he said, a little more softly, and his kiss was
slow and soft and tender, too. "Gonna hate the weeks apart... but I'm gonna
love the weekends with you."

"God, so am I," I said with a little chuckle.

"And don't forget, you got spring vacation coming up soon too, bud," he
said with a grin. "Maybe me and you can get away somewhere, really take
some time together."

"Dad, we could spend the whole break parked here in this garage, and it'd
be the best vacation in the world," I said, and he laughed deep and long,
ruffling my close-cropped hair.

"I think we can find someplace more comfortable, and really take our time,
son," he grinned. "Meantime... I hate it, but we gotta get moving. If I
don't get you home by dinnertime, your Mom'll have my ass for a hat."

We both tugged our clothes back on and straightened ourselves out. Going
commando, because both our undies were sticky with our cum, and that was a
thrill all its own, making my balls tingle the rest of the ride home. That,
and Dad's big, strong hand rubbing my thigh casually, but intimately.

When he pulled up in front of the house, it was like we didn't know what to
do, how to say goodbye. I think we both wanted to kiss, but we were being
extra careful. We had to be, now. So we settled on a long, deep, strong
hug.

"Gonna miss you, little buddy," Dad murmured in my ear, and I couldn't help
it - I felt my cock slowly rising again. "But we'll see each other real
soon, yeah?"

"Yeah, Dad," and my voice was a little husky. I didn't want to cry, not in
front of him, not after how manly he'd made me feel all weekend. I was
different now. Not a kid anymore. A man, like him - with him. "Real soon."

I watched him slowly pull away, his arm upraised in a wave through the back
window as he headed down the block, then turned out of sight. Shouldered my
bag - with his cum-sticky boxer briefs stuffed in the front pocket - and
tried to ignore the prickle in my eyes. Things were different now. I was
different. We were different. A lot of change had happened, and was still
to come. But I was a man now, and I knew I could handle it. Thanks to
Dad. I was determined to prove to him just how much of a man I could be, a
man just like him, and I already couldn't wait the few days until next
weekend to show him again.