Date: Thu,  8 Aug 2002 19:57:51 -0400 (EDT)
From: Rob Andresen <malricnyc@excite.com>
Subject: Glimpses of Myself

	I reached across the short space that separated the two of us and
touched his cheek.  Gazing into his ice green eyes, I experienced a shudder
of desire that traced its way from my throbbing member up my spine to lodge
in my heart, its tempo increasing in the heat of the moment.
	I felt the soft down of a man's first beard, his chin rougher than
the velvet hair that would be sideburns.  He sighed and closed his eyes,
trusting in me and my actions.  I gently caressed his face, the lines
familiar and yet so unknown to me.
	I ran my thumb across his thick, pursed lips, their fullness
imitating his own twitching member jutting from beneath firm abs that
hinted at a hairy future.  I slid my fingers down his chin and across his
throat, tracing the pulsing veins to the junction with his shoulder.  Along
the side of his chest I followed a path of my own, grinning as his nipples
popped to full erection, their redness enhanced by the aureola with its
light dusting of fur.
	I bent forward slightly and kissed his full lips, my tongue seeking
his of its own accord, my mind having settled into its new role as mere
observer.  I knew this was wrong, was forbidden and yet I could not have
stopped for anything, save his own words of denial.
	And yet he did not deny me, instead bending forward on his own,
thrusting his youthful tongue into my waiting mouth, entwining his with
mine in a struggle to prove a greater passion.  I surrendered myself to him
and kissed him, my hands roaming across his defined chest, the fur of youth
just budding on his skin, soft against my fingers and palm.
	He began his own explorations of my more mature body, going first
to the nipples, a youthful effort that still had its effect on me.  He was
able to run his fingers through my own dark mat of fur and twigged my nubs
erect as his.  The coarse hair against his own soft palms erotic to us
both.
	I looked at his face as I pulled back slightly, his eyes open mere
slits, his mouth open in agony over the loss of my tongue.  But I had to
see him, see his unblemished beauty as my hands slid down to rest against
his hips.  I pulled him closer, our cocks almost twins against our tanned
skin.  He was slightly larger than I was, about eight inches to my seven
and a half, but I held the mark in thickness, my purple head blooming
slightly larger, filled with a creamy delight I knew would tease the boy.
	He opened his eyes and gazed into my own clear blue ones.  We were
not as much alike above the waist, he being lighter in coloration with
blonde hair to my dark brown and green eyes to my blue.  But you could see
the reflection of me in him, the nose just slightly flared at the tip, the
cleft in the chin that drove men and women wild.
	He took the initiative and knelt before me, his hands encircling my
turgid member enflaming the mushroom head even more.  I groaned in
anticipation as his tongue darted out and caressed my prick enticing a
golden drop of man honey from its depths.
	As he began washing my cock with his tongue, more juices began
flowing, rewarding him for his efforts.  I moaned as he drew ever larger
quantities of pre-cum from my groin, savoring the taste with every third or
fourth swipe of the tongue.  He seemed to resist the temptation for longer
than I would have before he finally succumbed and swallowed my member to
the base.
	I gasped and shuddered as my cock hit the back of his throat and
slid beyond that point to lodge in his windpipe.  He swallowed, tensing his
throat muscles against my cock walls and sending shivers along its length.
I groaned and he took it as the encouragement it was to begin sliding
himself along its length and lubricating it generously.
	I rested my hands on his head, the hair tousled in loose curls, but
didn't have to provide any guidance.  He was experienced in swallowing cock
and I was somewhat surprised.  I had thought him to be virgin in the art of
pleasing men but he showed that he had already done that and done it well.
	His hands kneaded my buttocks, flexing my asshole and affecting the
stiffness of my member.  Each time he squeezed, my cock engorged slightly
more, filling his throat to perfection.  He dropped his hand and began
softly teasing the fur surrounding my balls, encouraging them to produce
their sweet syrup.
	I knew I couldn't last much longer, despite my age it had been too
long and I knew I would not be able to control myself for long.  I placed
my hands against his face again but this time resisted his forward motion,
slowly pushing him off my glistening manhood.  He looked almost
disappointed but when he saw the flush of my face grinned knowingly.
	Now it was my turn as I raised him up and forced him back onto the
bed, his bed, revealing an engorged rod that gleamed with pre-cum.  I
swallowed his man sword whole, its tip embedding itself in my throat and
dribbling boy juice down inside.  But I anted to taste the sweet-salty
juices so I pulled back and allowed a generous dollop to pour forth only my
tongue.
	Honey and almonds with a salty aftertaste, I could tell he had been
a bad boy and had a beer or two.  He groaned and thrashed around a bit, his
thighs tensing with his effort to control his passions.  Ah, youth!  I knew
he wouldn't last long but then he would always be ready for a second go.  I
suck his cock with abandon, running my tongue across his sensitive spot, my
teeth nipping at his crown.
	He grunted three times, his body arching into the air, burying his
cock in my mouth.  I felt the first jet spew forth and pulled back to savor
the taste of jism as he filled my mouth with load after load of cum.  I
swallowed hastily to avoid losing his juice, once, twice, and yet again
before he slowed down and began dribbling the pearly liquid into my hungry
hole.
	As I expected, his stamina was far greater than mine and he
remained hard, his cock drooping just slightly as I licked it clean of cum.
He was properly moist and I had to feel him buried deep inside me.
	I stood up, moved forward onto the bed kneeling over him, and
impaled myself on his massive member in a single move.  His cock buried
itself in my love chute and hammered against my prostate forcing a pint of
juice to flow from the head and down its length to come to rest on his
belly.
	I moaned in eager anticipation as I slowly raised myself off him
and then dropped again, a squelch indicating that my pool of juice had
grown.  I repeated the action, again and again, my hands resting against
his almost smooth chest, his nipples denting into my palms as I moved
across them.
	I fucked myself on his cock for what seemed like hours, beating
against my prostate and forcing more blood into an already engorged beef
rod.  He grasped my member with his hand, allowing my movements to force
the cock between his fingers, jacking it in time to my moves.
	And then he wrapped his other hand around my nut sack and gently
pulled, the eggs within jostling against his soft palms, further forcing my
honey into it's intended path.  I began breathing heavy and knew that his
actions would send me over the edge.
	But as I gazed down at him I also saw that he was beginning to
breath hard as well, my movements enveloping his cock driving him to
distraction as well.  He clenched his eyes shut and doubled the tempo on my
cock as I felt a pulse of juice into my rectum.  The first shot hit my
prostate with such force I cried out and creamed into his face, the pearly
strings dropping to his defined chest before a second wave issued forth.
	I shot six times, each one a thick viscous liquid that clung to his
barely visible hairs across chest and belly.  His own cum I felt coating
inside me and beginning to ooze down my ass crack.  I had never experienced
such a powerful orgasm before and was drained of cum and energy.
	I rolled over off him and laid back, my breathing struggling to
return to normal.  He seemed almost unaffected although the flush remained
in his cheeks.  He raised himself on his elbow and looked into my face with
a dreamy grin.
	"I love you, Dad," my son whispered, his breath hot against my
face.
	"I love you too, David." I replied as I kissed his soft lips again.


One of my favorites.  let me know what you think!

Rob