Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2016 01:24:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Status Perks

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*****

"Guess I should probably get on the road," he said with a sigh.

"Why's that, bud?" I asked.

"I mean, getting to be midday soon," he shrugged, still looking out the
window. "You probably gotta check out and all..."

God, he looked fucking good. All beefy, muscles rounded and swollen and
overlaid with that plush padding. Not fat - thick. An athlete's
largeness. His coaches had made him bulk up for college play, and while
he'd looked pretty damn amazing as a hard-charging high school linebacker,
the extra 15 or so pounds of beef and muscle he'd put on under the new
training regimen were really working for him. Gave him a sexy roll to go
with his natural jock strut. Made his shirts stretch tighter over his meaty
pecs. Made his pants cup the chunky mounds of gluteal muscle and showcase
them to the world.

I stepped up behind him, felt him press back into me with a sigh, felt my
cock stirring yet again as my big paws explored that thick body. The swell
of his globes pushing back against me. The powerful firmness of his
stomach, the plush overlay atop the hard plates of abdominals beneath. And
those big, juicy, big-nipped pecs of his, which seemed to fit the palms of
my hands with luscious ripeness as I nuzzled at his beefy trap.

"I'm a Gold Preferred member, late checkout's part of the status perks," I
murmured as my cock thickened even more. I shifted my hips, let it point
and grow upright, up the deep cleft of his ass, as his body melted into my
slow, deep, intimate touch.

He'd always been a tactile kind of dude, loved to be handled, felt up, but
even more so now there was more of him. And while I'd enjoyed the classic
jock teen hardness of him in his later high school days, the beefier Cody
2.0 was even better. More to explore, and all that. Like we'd done all
afternoon and evening yesterday, calling in room service and fucking some
more, well into the early hours of this morning. For a man in his mid-40s,
I was fucking like a 20-year-old all over again. Fucking a 20-year-old sure
inspires you to keep up. And never more so than when that 20-year-old is
your son.

"Late checkout, huh?" he grinned, turning his head back to meet me in a
slow, deep kiss. Tongues fucking slow and hungry, easy, intent. Getting
deeper as he turned himself in my embrace, and pressed his athletic
meatiness to me. Cock to cock. My boy was hard as a rock again, which
wasn't surprising, and his six-plus inches were as thick and powerful as
the rest of him. Hell of a cock. Twin of his dad's, which aligned with his
as we began to hump and kiss and feel each other up some more. Slowly he
began guiding me back to the king bed, to the sweat- and cum-sticky
sheets. I'd have to leave a big tip for the housekeepers, for sure. Totally
worth it.

"Well in that case," he said between tongue-plunging kisses, "I guess we
got time for another round, huh Dad?"

"Attaboy," I chuckled, smacking the meat of his ass playfully, feeling the
beefy jiggle of it as I stroked over the flesh. "Time for at least one more
taste of this fine rump of yours before we go, kiddo."

"Uh-uh, Dad," he grinned, pushing me down onto the bed and climbing over
me. His cock arched up towards the ceiling, his thick thighs flexed
powerfully, the smooth beefy thickness of his linebacker muscles
practically gleamed in the low light of the bedside lamps. "I think it's
about my turn, isn't it?"

I won't lie, my cock flexed at the thought. He'd turned that spectacular
chunky ass of his up for me all night, opening up to my tongue, my fingers,
my cock without complaint. Kid loved being fucked. Had since he was 16 or
so. I hadn't bottomed in awhile, and it had been for him, but he was pretty
damn good at that, too. I dunno, I guess we got caught up in the typical
power dynamics of dad-son fucking, maybe that's why he wound up sliding
down my big paternal shaft so often, and not the other way round.

Cody grinned even wider when I rolled onto my back, picked up my own beefy
thighs and lifted them up, exposing my hairy trench to him, my dad cock
beginning to leak a little into the fur on my stomach. I was thick too,
treading that fine line between beefiness and middle-aged chunky, but he
seemed to like it a lot. Always had. The way he beamed and fell to his
knees to bury his face between my cheeks told me nothing had changed. And
the way his tongue worked me open, then slid up into me, told me that we
needed to switch it up like this more often.

By the time he came up for air, his lightly-stubbled face flushed, wet with
spit and sweat and handsome as hell, I was pulsing with readiness for
him. Ready for him to get his chunky jock cock up my dad tail. Hadn't felt
this horny, this ready, this lusty for it in a very long time. Maybe since
my own college days. He grinned at me, winked sexily, then glazed his big,
curved piece with lube - nearly half a bottle gone in just this one
overnight visit, damn - and lined up against me. I could feel myself
tighten up a little at the thick, wet nudge of his blunt head against my
pucker, but I told myself this was good. He needed this as bad as I
did. And he deserved it. My fucking champion kid.

"You need to come out and visit me more often, Dad," he said, and with a
grunt slid up inside of me. Took his time with it, let me adjust to his
girth, showed much more restraint and skill than the first few times I'd
let him do this. Guess he really was getting an education here at
State. Good boy.

We both moaned as he slid his last couple inches in, then leaned down to
kiss me. Long and wet and lusty, as his hips began to twitch, then pull
back, then thrust. I growled into his mouth, felt a fresh layer of sweat
already forming on us both as he set to work. We were big guys, after all,
doing men's work.

"Keep showing me a good time like this, Son," I panted, "and I might just
have to get an apartment here."

"Fuck yeah, Dad," he moaned, picking up his pace. My hands clutched and
squeezed his thick pecs, teased his big juicy nips, spurred him on even
further. "Come over after practice and fuck my Dad. Just like old times."

"Hell yeah, stud," I growled. "Fuck, bring your buds over with you. Make a
party of it."

"Oh shit yeah!" he howled, and I could tell that just like me, he'd thought
about it. A lot. Definitely my kid, no question about it.

I tweaked his stiff tits harder, wrapped my thick, hairy thighs tighter
round his beefy form, spurred him on to go harder, faster, deeper. To fuck
me like the man he was now. Kid was lighting up my insides like crazy, and
the initial discomfort had given way to that old, familiar feeling I never
knew I'd missed so much. He was gonna fuck a load out of me real quick, at
this rate. I guess he picked up on that, because he gave me this focused
look, this big sexy grin, an expression of lusty power, and fucked me
harder. I wished I could see behind him, see that big muscular ass at
work. Next time, I'd get us lined up in front of a mirror, for sure.

"Gonna fuckin' come, Dad," he moaned, the sexiest four words in
existence. "Gotta nut in you, so you can get another load into me before
you go. Send me back to the dorms full of my dad's cum. Just like you
always do. We got time for that, yeah?"

"God damn, you hot beefy jock fuck," I growled, pulling his sweaty buzzcut
head down for a hard, wet kiss. His moan told me how much he liked being
acknowledged like that, the sensuality of his new, powerful thickness. I
wanted to cum so bad, but I needed to save it another little bit. Save it
for his ass. He could fuck a load out of me again next time. It would be
soon, I knew that much.

"Come on, Beef," I murmured against his lips as we locked eyes. "Cum for
daddy. Cum inside your old man. So I can get back inside you, you thick
stud fucker."

That did the trick, and those juicy, powerful muscles of his stood out in
hard relief as he came, filling me up with prime young jock cream. A big
load, I was sure of it, because my boy always went big, in everything he
did. Went big, and went hard. Most of all, when he was with his Dad.

We kissed again, slower and more sensually this time, as the sweat cooled
on us, as his big piece softened enough to slip out of me. I reached down,
felt the openness of my hole, the hot young cum seeping from it, and sucked
some of it off my fingers in a wanton gesture that made him grunt with
surprised lust. Made him kiss me again, share the taste of it until there
was none left. We rolled over together on the wreckage of the bed like
that, two big men, dad and son, making out like teenagers as we charged
up. My balls throbbed with the load unspent in them. Probably my last for
the day. Last for the week, at this rate, the kid had pulled so much seed
out of me these past 18 hours. Fuck it - it was worth it. But I needed to
make this next one count. I looked at the clock, saw we had enough time,
picked up the phone. Ordered a couple of burgers and beers from room
service.

"No sense rushing it, big guy," I grinned, kissing him. "We still got
plenty of time for one more round. And a nice long shower, too."

"Perks of status, huh Dad? Fuck yeah," he grinned back, and wrapped his
thickness around me while we waited for lunch to come.