Date: Mon, 8 Feb 2016 00:52:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Hair and Ink

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*****

"Oh yeah," I murmured, grinning, as I ran my hand up the thickness of his
muscled stomach, over his big pecs, feeling the way his fur had regrown. "I
missed this more than I thought I would."

He chuckled, one hand coming up to cup the back of my neck as I stepped
into the tub with him, letting the hot spray cascade over me, trickling
down through the thick regrowth on his muscled torso. Felt his big cock
thickening steadily, pushing into and then sliding up my thigh as he let me
play. His other hand cupped the globe of my ass, grunting softly,
approvingly as I leaned in and slowly kissed each of his big, rapidly
stiffening nips. Tilted my head back and up so he could kiss me, soft and
slow and deep.

"So you don't want me to shave it again?" he asked, with that deep, sexy
chuckle. "I thought I looked pretty good, and after all, it was you who
asked me to..."

"Are you kidding?" I laughed. "You looked fucking amazing. This big ex-jock
body of yours, all smooth and sexy..."

"`Ex'-jock, huh?" he grinned. "Listen to you, Mr. Football Star, already
tossing your old man's legendary career on the trash heap."

I laughed, kissed him, reached down to slowly, respectfully handle Dad's
thickening cock. Brought it to its full, thick, curving hardness, throbbing
warm and wet in my hand as our tongues danced and entwined. Damn, he looked
and felt amazing, even better than he did when he was playing in college,
right before he knocked my mother up with me. Thicker now, more solid,
mature. Successful, single, and as deep into our kinky, secret affair as I
was. We'd been doing it since I was in high school, his paternal athletic
wisdom giving way to a different kind of fatherly advice and guidance. The
kind of advice his own father and big brother had given him as a young man.

Now I was in college, following in his footsteps, on the field and in
bed. Single like him, except... we'd been doing this regularly for years
now. Felt deeper every time. Our shared kink had brought us as close as a
father and son could get, and apart from a couple of dates to keep up
appearances at school, I wasn't with anyone. Hadn't fucked anybody since my
sophomore year. Nobody but my Dad. As far as I knew, he was in the same
position, and every time I came home or he came down to visit, the spark
between us was intense, undeniable. When I'd finally realized that Dad and
me were practically dating, a couple, even in secret, I came harder than I
ever had in my young life. Even harder than my first time with him at 16.

So I'd felt comfortable asking if I could shave his big chest, the last
time he'd come down to visit for the weekend. We'd holed up in his room at
the Marriott and made the most of it, making love and talking and kissing
and ordering room service and doing it all again. He'd let me slowly,
attentively shave his big chest and stomach, trimming the thick, natural
growth of his fur down to smooth, tight, clean skin stretched over his
prime bod. Then he'd done the same to me, razoring away the sparse hairs on
my big young pecs, until all I had was a treasure trail like him. The sex
that night, as we licked and kissed and rubbed each other's smooth skin,
had been crazy intense. I wanted to ink his name on the freshly-shaved skin
on my big pec. Was still thinking of doing it, in fact, but that was
tricky. People might ask questions. We had to avoid that kind of thing,
which was the only part about this whole thing that sucked.

I could tell he felt the same way, from the hungry kiss he gave me as soon
as I got home for the break, the door barely closed behind me before we
were in each other's arms, big cocks throbbing upright in our shorts for
each other as we grappled our way to his bedroom. Seeing the newly regrown
fur on his big bare torso as I stripped him made me throb with lust, and
not long after that, I sprayed my thick young cream all over the still
slightly bristly hairs. They scratched at my back in the most intense,
amazing way as he wrapped himself around me and thrust that big ex-baller
cock up inside of me, the only man who'd ever gotten inside my ass like
this. Maybe the only man who ever would.

Now, he kissed me deeper again, as I felt the tickle of the fur on my
palms. His cum was trickling down my inner thighs as he spread and kneaded
my big glutes, adding another kind of delicious tickle to the sensation my
body was feeling. With two loads shot out of my cock already, one of his up
inside me, all the stimulation, I felt like I was going to melt. Luckily,
he held me fast to him. Fuck, I was in love with him. I was going to tell
him so, tonight. It was time.

"You know, anything you ever want to try with me, all you gotta do is ask,
buddy," he murmured against my lips, stroking my ass, my back, the back of
my neck, the short hair on my head as we stared lustily, lovingly at each
other. I smiled, shivered, leaned in and kissed up and down the side of his
neck like I knew he loved.

"Anything for you, baby boy," his deep voice rumbled, all thick and soft
and loving, lustful.

"You wanna be my man, Dad?" I asked, looking up at him with love,
respect. He smiled indulgently.

"Anytime you like, big guy," he chuckled.

"No, Dad... I mean, be my man," I said, placing more emphasis on it. His
eyes widened, and I swear his cock throbbed a little harder between the
muscles of our stomachs.

"Your man, like..." he began, and I nodded, seeing him get it. The surprise
in his eyes, followed by the slow, insistent warmth of his smile. Then the
deep, intense kiss he gave me, full of love and lust and meaning. Of
agreement. Of promise.

When I told him about my tattoo idea in bed again that night, he came
inside me with an intense growl, his eyes heated and locked on mine. And
the next time he came down to see me at school, we got out the razor again,
shaving away the thick fur one more time so he could show me my name, inked
into the big muscle of his left pec. It was a beautiful weekend, intense
and magical and romantic as hell. When my teammates saw the bandage on my
own left pec in the locker room the following week, they were all curious
about what I'd gotten. The simple script matched his, three simple letters
in the same place - Dad. My buds and teammates thought it was sweet. If
they only knew how sweet it really was.