Date: Tue, 10 Nov 2015 03:04:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101 <a4f101@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Warm Day on a Slow Boat"

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*****

We motored slowly down the Intracoastal Waterway, the day getting late,
slowly puttering back to the dock, back to the house, back to
reality. Soon, we'd both have to get dressed again, but for now, we lounged
in our boxer briefs, two big guys, glowing with satisfied pleasure, a light
beer buzz, feeling on top of the world. But behind that, a little sadness,
too.

It had been two sweet hours - despite his beefy, bull-like build, his
rugged face, he had a soft spot a mile wide, especially when it came to me,
and I felt privileged to be one of the few to see that part of him. To get
to feel the gentleness of his touch, the sensual gaze of his eyes as I
stripped out of my shorts for him in the back of the pontoon boat, the
tender, heated way he kissed me. Yeah, we could go at it hard, slamming our
thick, muscled-up football player bods together, grunting and growling and
sweating together. But today was one of the slower, sweeter times,
lovemaking I guess, one of my favorite ways to explore and experience
pleasure with him.

We were supposed to be fishing, so we had more time to explore. More time
for me to curl up in his arms, to forget my size and my bulk, be soft with
him. Long, slow, kisses. Murmurs. Whispers. His big, rough hands stroking
the big, creamy-skinned, lightly padded mounds of my pecs. Down over the
strong barrel of my stomach, rounded but hard with thick muscle. Untying my
board shorts, releasing my big, hard, thick young cock as he grunted into
my searching mouth. Feeling the epic throb of his own, nearly identical
cock, thick and proud and throbbing with lust against the swells of my
meaty, muscled ass as I leaned back to swap spit with him slow and deep and
tender.

I stood up, let my board shorts drop down the thickness of my powerful,
massive thighs and calves, my cock rising up in the warm sea breeze, as I
smiled at him, at the slow, lustful sweep of his gaze. The way he leaned
in, his shorts tented as hell, and kissed the beef of my body. Flexing up
for him some. His big, stubble-rimmed lips on the warm smoothness of my
linebacker skin, kiss-tracing over the mound of my stomach, along the
still-visible lines of my abs. He'd been built just like me once, a solid
young powerhouse of worked-out football muscle, padded for the deeper
impacts a linebacker endures. Still kept in great shape, but the beef had
thickened some more, turning him into the powerfully sexy muscle bull he
was now. Older, wiser, sexier, hungrier.

His lips caressing the thickness of my cock, up and down its length, wide
wet tongue warmly lapping under the flared head of my big young dick, had
me sinking my fingers into his thick, sort, greying hair.

"Ah, yeahhhh Dad," I moaned, loving the singular feel of his mouth
swallowing my big cock. Like he'd been doing since I was 16. Like I'd
dreamed of him doing since well before that.

He looked up at me, our identical blue eyes meeting, smoldering for one
another. I didn't know what I'd be doing next year, after college was done,
but I knew I had to have him close to me somehow. This was too great, too
deep, too perfect to give up. Slowly, I pulled him up off my dick, tasting
the salt of it on his tongue as we kissed again, then settling down on my
big haunches to stroke his powerhouse thighs, returning the favor like he'd
taught me so well. Coach had wondered, my senior year, how I'd gotten so
skilled at sucking a man's cock, but much as I wanted to tell him how well
my big sexy Dad had taught me, it was a secret not meant to be shared. Just
between us. Which made it so much more powerful.

Seeing his big paternal cock throb like mine as he skinned down his boxer
briefs and slipped between my meaty thighs made me ache and tinge all over
for him, and I was beyond ready when that big, blunt, drooling tip pressed
my muscled ring, then breached it. Always that twinge, that weird
filling-up sensation, then that slow warm spread of good feelings, all
through my groin and the pit of my stomach. The big smile on my face
telling him how good he made me feel, how glad I was to be making love with
him. Getting fucked by the man who'd created me. The big pontoon boat
rocking gently on the waves as he rocked up inside me, clutching my beefy
pecs, exploring my mouth with his tongue slowly, deeply. Fucking me deeply,
thickly, paternally, until the cum erupted all over the bulk of my big hard
abs, and I felt him shiver and quake and throb inside me. Flooding me with
his thick, rich seed.

Afterwards, it was great, curled up in each other's arms, slowly kissing,
exploring our sun-warmed, sweating muscles. Delaying the inevitable. But
sooner or later, I had to slip bareass back into my board shorts, he into
at least his boxer briefs, and we had to head back. At least the big boat
was slow, meant for cruising, not speed, so I could linger behind him,
rubbing those big, powerful, rounded shoulders, leaning in to kiss his
neck, loving his little sounds of pleasure as I did. The sparkle in the
big, hunky lug's eyes as we looked at each other, and kissed again.

He sighed, and looked out at the Atlantic.

"You ever want to just push the throttle and head on out there, big guy?"
he said wistfully. "Go find somewhere else to be, away from it all?"

I smiled, nodded. Fuck yeah, I'd thought that. Every time him and me took
the boat out to bond, to love, I thought about it.

"Long way to Bermuda in this old piece of shit," I chuckled, squeezing his
shoulders. He laughed with me, but still stared off at the endlessness of
the sea.

I leaned in and slowly kissed the side of his big bull neck, crouching down
to slip my arms around him as best I could. He was a big guy, and it was a
stretch, but one well worth making.

"Some day, Dad," I whispered in his ear, his big paw coming up to squeeze
the thickness of my forearm. "Some day, just you and me, big guy."

He smiled at me, eyes looking a little misty, or maybe it was just the sun
in them. Yeah... some day. Until then, we shared one last kiss, for now,
long and slow and deep, loving, beautiful, as the boat slowly chugged its
way back to reality.