Date: Mon, 27 Jul 2015 14:00:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101 <a4f101@yahoo.com>
Subject: Window Of Opportunity

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We had it down to a science by now. He'd swing by my new place right after
soccer practice, which gave us maybe an hour, hour and a half to play
before he had to be home. It wasn't as much time as we wanted, but until we
could work out a better solution, we made the best of what we had. And what
we had was fantastic.

Bryson arched his back as I hungrily stripped down his practice shorts and
the orange American Eagle trunks that highlighted his hard, round teen
soccer jock ass to absolute perfection. The kid was beautiful, the picture
of high school senior jockboy perfection, with a handsome face, an
easygoing manner and a body and cock that just wouldn't quit. I was already
feeling some pangs of anticipatory jealousy, knowing when he got to college
next year, he was going to have his pick of the crop. Dudes, girls,
whatever he wanted. But right now, what he wanted most of all was me, and
the feeling was definitely mutual.

He and I had worked my shirt and pants off right in the hallway downstairs,
kissing feverishly, a deep, wet battle of hungry tongues, soundtracked with
our moans and murmurs, hands feeling each other up appreciatively as our
raging hard cockbulges ground together. He'd gotten to be a big kid, all
muscled up now, but I was still plenty strong myself, and he always
squeezed my big, bulging biceps lustily whenever I picked him up and
carried him upstairs, those immaculate soccer jock thighs wrapped tight
around my waist as we kept kissing, loud and hungry, all the way up to my
bedroom.

Now I tossed his shorts and undies to the floor, inhaling the salty scent
of his fresh teenage sweat, licking and kissing my way up his muscle-packed
calves and thighs, my hands rubbing up his hamstrings, feeling him spread
those perfect legs out as he moaned and humped the bed, inviting me in even
deeper. And boy, was I ready to oblige.

It seemed like every time we did this, his deep cleft got furrier, the
crisp dark hairs thicker, lining the insides of those muscled, powerful
globes of his. I loved seeing it - not just seeing his ass, which had
always been a cock-stirrer, but the way he was ever growing, changing. It
made me wistful for my own teenage days, but I pushed all those thoughts
aside as I got to the hungry job at hand. My tongue lapped eagerly at that
tight little ring, so incredibly elastic no matter how many times I fed the
thickness of my big, hard cock to it, opening him up, savoring his secret
taste, sweat and teen jock musk and something darker, richer. He kept
himself scrupulously clean for me, but his natural scent and taste was
fucking intoxicating, and I spent a solid fifteen of our precious minutes
admiring, lapping, licking, eating that beautiful teen hole out, until he
was literally dripping with my spit.

My big hands rubbed, squeezed, kneaded those beautiful glutes, as I lapped
my tongue slowly up his cleft, collecting his sweat and lick-kissing my way
up the small of his back, along his spine, up to his neck. He moaned as I
reached that spot right behind his left ear, the one that drove him nuts,
pushing that perfect body back into mine, nestling into my big, fur-covered
muscles. I worked out daily to keep big and tight for him, and even though
he said he loved me, loved what we had no matter what, I could tell he
loved the feel of a man's big, solid muscles moving against him the most of
anything. Even more, he loved the feel of seven big, thick, uncut inches
gliding between his cheeks, pushing his ass back against my cock so it
could nestle between those muscled cheeks, making me paint his crack and
lower back with precum. I was so ready for him, and as he tilted his head
up to meet me, a huge grin and that hungry look in his eyes, I knew he was
more than ready for me.

We kissed. Hard, deep, plunging, exploring with tongues, kissing like only
men can kiss. I'd taught him how to do this too, and was always very
pleased with how well he'd picked up this skill. One of my big arms snaked
around his muscular chest, holding him tight and tweaking one of his erect
nips as we probed each other's mouths hungrily, while the other fumbled the
lube open and slicked my big man dick up. I felt him shiver as the big,
blunt head pressed to his tight teen hole, felt him opening to me with that
always-surprising, practiced ease. As the tip began to soak in his interior
warmth, entering him slow and slick, he broke the kiss to moan those words
that had always driven me crazy, even now, after a solid year of this
incredibly hot thing we had going on.

"Fuck me, Dad," he moaned, his voice all husky and deep and manly, driving
me even crazier. "Fuck your boy, big guy."

I kissed him hard, and I did, fucking my son exactly the way he liked
it. Divorcing his mother was the best decision I'd ever made.