Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2015 22:04:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: The Reversal

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*****

"You know what you look like, right now?" I said with a grin. "A young
Daddy."

He grinned around the fat stub of his cigar, reaching up to reseat the
ballcap perched on his handsome head. His firm bicep flexed beautifully as
he did, and I took the time to savor the look of him, his well-muscled
body, his handsome guy-next-door looks, the way the ballcap and the cigar
and the beer and the scruff of stubble made him look manly as hell.

"Oh yeah? Just like you, huh?" he said around the stogie, tipping me a
playful wink.

"Something like that," I chuckled, "but emphasis on the young part."

He reached out and gave my big chest a playful punch, then rubbed his
knuckles back and forth over the hard, rounded mound of it, all
appreciative-like.

"You look damn fine, even better as you age," he murmured. "Wish I'd been a
young dad, like you."

"Do ya, bud? Raising your boy on your own, making the sacrifices, watching
him grow up... thinking about him?"

"Fuck yes," he nodded, his hand moving more slowly, sensually over the
bulge of my pecs. "Me and my boy. Close, and tight. Thinking about him all
the time. My big young Dad cock getting all hard for my own kid. Just like
you, Dad."

I growled, reached for his hip, pulled him in close, as we puffed away,
staring at each other with steely, intense lust in our eyes. Felt his big
young man's cock against mine. Yeah, he was old enough for sure, way older
than I'd been when I had him, but a good, smart kid, unlike I'd
been. Nearing 30, so fuckin' manly. Making me proud every day.

He pulled the tip of his smoke from between his lips, turned it around,
brushed it all moist and pungent over mine. Watching me take it between my
lips, puff on it all slow. Feeling the swell of my cock at the deeply
masculine intimacy between us. How it had been for 15 years between us
now. Why he wasn't a young dad himself, raising a boy of his own - because
he was still with me, spending his seed inside me, on me, with me.

"You'd be an excellent Dad, kid," I murmured as I watched him retake his
smoke, the flick of his tongue against the stub of it, tasting my spit on
it. The spark in his eyes matching the glow of the tip.

"Yeah, that right, big guy?" he said all huskily, watching me open my mouth
as he exhaled his smoke, tasting it. Sharing it with him.

Fuck, I loved these times between us, the air crackling with deep, taboo
heat, turning each other on with words and looks and gestures. Just being
men, total fucking men, with my handsome son. He reached up to adjust his
ballcap again, and I leaned in, exhaled a puff of my own smoke into the pit
of his T-shirt, then rubbed my face against it, growling softly with him.

"You wanna be my baby boy tonight, Dad?" he half-whispered against my ear,
and I shivered all over at the heat and intent in his deep voice. "Want me
to be your Daddy, big guy? Fuck your sweet ass like you fucked mine all
those years ago?"

"Fuckkkk," I hissed as he took the stub from his mouth and we kissed, hard
and wet and hungry. Sloppy with spit as we traded tongues, clutched each
other's hard bodies tight. "You up for that, Sport? You man enough to flip
the roles? Show me how you'd treat your boy?"

He took my head and kissed me hard again, deep and probing. Owning my mouth
like the man he was. His eyes lusty and knowing.

"Yeah, Son," he murmured. "I'll show you how a good Daddy treats his big
boy. Make you come riding your Daddy's big young cock, like you did to
me. Let you taste the cum Daddy made you with. You up for that, buddy?
Ready to let your boy be your fucking Daddy?"

"Ah, Daddddd," I moaned spontaneously, and he nodded and grinned like he'd
known it all along. Lusty and paternal all at once. Damn, I was proud of
him. Damn, I wanted him. Kissed him with a horny, pervy teenager's heat and
intensity, just like he had first kissed me, half his lifetime ago.

"Time for bed, Son," he grinned, taking my face in his hands and licking my
lips. Tasting the heady smoke, the beer, my spit, my need for him. I
nodded, obediently. Like I'd always wanted to for my own Dad. Like this big
kid had done with me. Eager and obedient, needing this bond. Let my son
take me to our bed, and become my Dad. For the first time, and not the
last.