Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2016 11:57:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: The Dance

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*****

This had become like a dance between us lately, both attuned to the
near-silent sounds of the house when everybody else was gone. It had
started a few weeks back, when I'd just finished shaving. I'd been leaving
the door to the hallway ajar for awhile now, as my body matured, thickened,
firmed up, my hard teenage muscles pumped up from team workouts during the
week, and at home on weekends. He'd noticed, like I'd hoped he would,
started complimenting me, looking at me as if with new eyes. Appreciative
ones, loving fatherly ones, sure, but with a new aspect to
them. Manly. Interested.

How it started was, I'd just started shaving my scant stubble when he'd
stepped in. Smiling, warm, easy. Stepping in close and watching me do as
he'd taught me. His eyes, his warm morning scent, his breath made my hand
shake a little, and I'd nicked my cheek. He winced sympathetically, reached
for a square of toilet paper, and pressed it to the little cut on my cheek,
held it there. His eyes met mine in the mirror, and locked there. My cock
swelled at the intensity between us, gentle and deep but very much there,
and he noticed. Smiled. Reached down with his free hand and squeezed my
hip, right where the towel was slung low on it, giving it a squeeze,
fingers half on towel, half on my damp skin. I let out an involuntary
grunt, a soft sound, husky, lustful, and he nodded slightly at me in the
mirror. Smiled.

"Damn, my little man, growing up so fast," he said, in that deep, rumbling
voice of his. I could feel the heat from his thick, beefy, ex-football jock
body, the light tickle of his chest fur against my shoulder blades. I
shivered again. he smiled, eyes still locked on mine, then slowly leaned in
and just real softly pressed his full, warm lips to the crook of my
neck. Squeezed my hip again. I nearly came, my nips throbbing erect, my
cock pushing the towel up obscenely.

"Proud of ya, big guy," he murmured again, squeezing my hip and leaving me
there, achingly hard, close to the edge of coming. I stroked 10 hard,
tingling shots of come into the toilet bowl as soon as I heard his steps
trail off into his bedroom.

So yeah, we'd danced around each other, and as eager as I was to shed all
the BS and go for it, go for him, there was something to the dance that I
was loving, slow and agonizing as it was for me. I knew he was teaching me
something, like he'd taught me how to shave, how to drive stick, how to
throw a football, how to really squat hard. I was eager to learn this manly
lesson, this deeply sensual, sexual, taboo thing. The kind of thing that
had had me shooting my come since I was 13, picturing him, and me, all the
half-formed ideas of what a father and son could do together. My secret
lust, my dirty thoughts, shameful, but intense.

Here he was, already occupying the bathroom. The air was humid, the scent
of my bodywash tingling in the mist, all over him. Fuck, that was hot, for
some reason, him wearing my scent like that. I stared at him, and this
time, I didn't try to cover the tent in my boxer briefs as I stood in the
doorway. Like him, it was big, thick, handsome, as I surveyed the powerful
swells of his big sexy body. His manly fur. His softly crinkling eyes as
they surveyed me. The lather of my shave gel on his thick manly jaw. I
stepped into the bathroom, and he nodded, and I knew we were ready to go
further now.

I took the razor from the sink - my razor, fuck, why was that so hot to me
- and stepped to his side. The way he reached down and casually unknotted
his towel - fuck, my towel - and let it fall to the floor was so confident,
so sexy, I could have shot then and there. Instead, I leaned in close,
letting my big young cockbulge graze his thick thigh, and slowly,
carefully, began to shave him. The whole time - and I took my time, this
was too hot, too intense to rush - his big Dad cock steadily arced up,
thick and beefy like the rest of him, powerful, beautiful. His hand came up
and cradled my round jock ass, squeezing real lightly, encouraging me on as
I shaved him nice and close.

I slipped from his gentle grasp to step to his other side, pausing behind
him, our eyes meeting. He smiled, and I smiled back, before leaning in and
placing a soft kiss just below the nape of his neck. He growled, low but
clear, for me, for us, and reached behind again to rub his palm on my
hip. Nodding approvingly at me for taking that step, showing him how into
this I was. Squeezing my hip, and ushering me to his left side to finish
the job.

When I'd completed the other side of his handsome face, I pushed him gently
back, stepping in front of him, leaning in close to survey the job. Wiped
away the last traces of foam with the towel he'd discarded. It felt so
perfectly natural when he leaned in, head inclined, and kissed my
lips. Soft, lingering, intimate. Manly as fuck. I moaned against him, and
his big paws lifted me up almost effortlessly - even as big as I was now -
and placed my ass on the counter in front of him. He broke the kiss, looked
into my eyes meaningfully, and I just nodded. No words needed. He took my
permission, and kissed me again, his thick, warm tongue gently prying my
lips apart and slipping inside for the first time.

The only words we spoke were back in my bed, my now-naked body pressed into
his, after 30 minutes of kissing, licking, exploring, moaning
together. He'd sucked on my cock with practiced ease, guided my mouth over
his, moaned with delight as I tasted him, moaning myself. His thick fingers
rubbed, teased, probed my tight, cherry jock kid hole, slicked with the
lube from my bedside drawer. Slipped inside me, making me moan and hang my
head with the feeling of it. Then he guided my chin up, looking deep into
my eyes, and finally spoke.

"I love you so much, Son," he murmured, and I shivered all over with need,
with lust, with love for my Dad.

"I love you too, Dad," I whispered back, and slipped my tongue into his
mouth as he readied my ass. We didn't speak again for another 20 minutes,
just moans and grunts and wordless murmurs against each other's sweaty,
glowing skin as he slowly, lovingly fucked me for the first time.

Afterwards, we took a shower together, kissing and washing and chuckling
and talking about it a little. About us. How hot we both found the whole
dance we'd been doing.

"Doesn't have to end, buddy," he whispered before kissing that sweet spot
on my neck. I moaned, wriggled in his slick, wet arms, kissed him.

"Let's keep it going then, Dad," I said with a smile.