Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2014 10:22:26 -0400 From: JM Stone Subject: His Father's Chest, Part 15 PART 15: TWISTING TITS, GENERALLY SPEAKING Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction intended only as a literary stimulant to enhance solo and safe sex. Anyone under age 18 should refrain from reading its contents. See full disclaimer at Part One. Donate: Please support Nifty.org with a monetary donation and keep lusty stories like this one available for years to come. Preview Notes: Readers are encouraged to read this series from its beginning to get the full impact of the characters and their actions. Lee, the father, and Steve, the son, develop a close bond in the previous chapters, crossing the lines of lust and family taboo. This chapter is an afterglow following their reaching a higher and previously unknown intimacy. Many other temptations and people begin to enter their lives, most notably their next door neighbor, a handsome, sophisticated gentleman who knows a lot about both Lee and Steve. Enjoy! By: Jammer Stone Lee slept through the night enjoying one of his best nights of sleep in many months. He could have slept late into the morning except he was eased out of a blissful state by a throbbing and pulsating sensation between his legs. To his awestricken surprise, he felt his cock being sucked. Awaking more quickly, he realized that fingers were playing his tenderized nipples like radio knobs. Damn, both the cock sucking and nipple play felt great, but he did not know if he could have another go at sex so soon. Steve had drained him, yet he knew it was his lovable son who was between his legs there at sunrise, giving him an awesome blowjob. And then, just as Lee was about to put his hand down to steady the base of his cock for his son to suck and eat and finish him off, it occurred to him that he had a long day ahead. More than that though, he knew he could not be absolutely drained of sexual energy when his lusty, father-in-law JL joining him on the business trip. Before his involvement with his son, he and JL had planned to use the trip to enjoy the time alone and have more great sex together. So, Lee begged off, kissed his son, playfully grabbed his son's cock to shake it a time or two, and then turned to Steve and said, "Let's go jump in the pool and clean last night's sex and cum paste from our bodies. Come on, we can play a little bit down there." Upon Lee's insistence they stopped to don Speedos, but were not long before swimming three laps of the pool together. When they grabbed the pool wall to rest and chat, a pair of eyes watched their every move. General Wesley Ryan stood looking out his second story window, taking in every detail of the father and son. He recalled how he had placed his naked body over that of Lee Jacobs' fine body, without the father knowing it because he had been bound and blindfolded by his son. He looked at the son and his nuts steamed knowing what a long cock and fine ass that young man possessed. "So, I am going to miss you dad, but I sure appreciate you for staying last night,: Steve told his dad as they chatted "The lovemaking was the best moment of my life, dad." "It was exceptional for me, too," his father answered in return. "Very outstanding. Made a new man out of me, son." "We really loved each other, dad, but we also banged the crap out of each other, too." Steve said. Nonchalantly without much thought or purpose, his fingers reached out to begin toying with his father's pretty left nipple. "I mean, five more minutes of the banging you were giving me and I would've had a hole drilled through my backside." "Crap Steve. It's not like your old man was wearing out that healthy ass of yours. You had those legs wrapped around me, you were clawing the crap out of my back, and you were tightening your ass to choke the spunk from my helpless dick." "Shit, your helpless dick, give me a break, dad. That monster, pile driving, love cock of yours was far from helpless." "Still, you were about to kill me, son," Lee joked. "I disagree." Steve. To emphasize the lovable competition between them, Steve began to pinch down hard on his father's thick tit. "Watch it there with the tit, son," Lee warned. He tried to pull back from his son's crab- like pinching fingers, but Steve moved into him and pinched down harder, making Lee feel the pain. "Damn Stevie, that hurts," Lee said. In a weird way, Steve found himself strangely enjoying the pain he was inflicting on his dad. He then remembered his dad saying that he liked a little tit torture. That mixing a little pain with the pleasure made everything more intense. Moving closer to his dad, so Lee could not easily pull away from his vice-like fingers to free his innocent nipple, Steve reached out and grabbed the other tit. He began to pinch, pull and mistreat both of the beautiful nipples at the same time. Again, just the feel and texture of his dad's fine mannips reminded the son of how much they charmed him. Holding onto the fleshy nubs from his father's chest allowed him to remain upright in the pool without threading water or holding onto the wall. He pressed down on the pretty nips feeling both sides of the thick chest tip between the pads of his thumbs and the nail of his index finger. "Stop it, Steve. Damn! That hurts." "Hurts or feels good?" Steve asked. "You know it feels pretty good to me just your touching my tits with your fingertips because its you, son, but you are getting rough and it hurts, too," Lee said. "Not quite so rough, kid." When Steve did not turn loose, but instead began twisting harder at both tits. Lee reacted. "Okay, then two can play this game." And the father reached out with both of his hands and fingers to grab and pinch down on both of Steve's crispy brown nipples. He felt the soft leathery tit texture of his younger son's big nipples between his fingers as his tightened down on them. Steve chuckled, liking the feel of his dad's fingers on both of his nipples at the same time. He continued to twist and began to torture his father's nipples, pulling them out a long ways from the man's beefy chest. Both men locked eyes and focused on tightening down on the other's nipples. Their only motive was to control the current situation. "Okay Steve, you let go and I'll let go." But Steve did not and Lee did not. General Wesley Ryan reached down to rub his cock that was hardening between his legs as he watched the father and son work over each other's mantits. Seeing the father-son tit contest was a huge turn on for the horny officer and a gentleman. "What a fucking twosome. Oh my, damn. Either of them can come play with my nipples," the general said to himself as the father and son continued assaulting each other. Lee knew Steve had out manipulated almost every situation in the past few days and controlled their activities a lot. He would not let Steve win the tit torture. With all of the strength he could muster, he bore down on his son's fine nipples, turning his thumbs and forefingers into a strong vice and pinching the tit meat as hard as he could. He then twisted the young nipples first one way and then the other before going almost full circle with them. He knew he was hurting his son, yet Steve had started the game and his son was making his own tits hurt something awful. "Oh Stevie, this is crazy. You have my nips on fire," Lee said before giving Steve's wide nips a hard pinch that he thought might have drawn blood. Steve replied, "Oh man, damn, damn, oh dad..." and then the pain was too much for the young man. He let go of his father's succulent mannips. Lee kept his determined grip on his son's tits for a few seconds, looked down to examine his own very puckered and blood red tits, and then let go. Steve immediately brought his hand up to caress his sizeable nipples, trying to take away some of the sting. He fell back into the pool. The general next door palmed his own crotch and wished the twosome had kept touching each other. He quickly put down his binoculars, opened a nearby vanity drawer, found his swimsuit, and made his way out of his house. 'Well, you won that battle, dad," Steve admitted, "Damn, you were going to remove my tits from my chest weren't you," the son asked. "Just giving you a little of your own medicine, my son," Lee replied. "A little of your own treatment." "You could have hurt me, dad," Steve said. Lee laughed. He replied "I suspect we both have nipples that could take quite a bit more than that. What's a tittie twister or two among pals?" Lee was about to swim toward his son to embrace him when he looked over to see General Ryan coming into the pool's patio and entrance. "Good morning, General," Lee greeted the guest, "You're up early, too, I see." General Ryan returned the greeting and quickly asked, "I was hoping I could take a quick dip and swim a few rounds this morning," Steve noticed that the general dropped not only a large towel on the nearby pool table, but a bottle of lotion as well. The sun had not become hot enough to cause a burn. Lee replied, "Please be my guest. I cannot stay and enjoy your company; I have a hundred things to do before leaving town later today. But Steve should be around." As Lee swam to the pool's ladder and began climbing out of the pool, he noticed that his son's eyes were fully on the general. Wesley Ryan had on a tight bathing suit that showed the outline of a fairly impressive cock. The general also was lifting his pullover over his head to reveal his upper body. He was an older man, mature, and a mostly gray silverfox, yet his upper body was well muscled, and he was in excellent shape. As Steve eyed the good looking general, bathing his mature and amazingly fit body with his eyes, he thought that Wesley Ryan very much resembled the yesteryear actor Jim Davis, better known as Jock Ewing, oil baron character of Dallas TV series fame. He did not seem old, but instead distinguished, ripe and ready. The ruggedly handsome general had a well-toned, almost totally smooth, dark brown chest, with only a few sparse hairs growing from its very middle. As he lifted the shirt fully from his body, both Lee and Steve saw the man's true treasures. Wesley Ryan had a tremendous pair of dark nipples that had about an average diameter, but with a thick tit that stuck out a considerable ways. The bullet-like tit was so damn inviting. Steve did not consider the general's nipples to be as perfect as his father's, but they were sexy and interestingly attractive. The younger man knew he would welcome the opportunity to sample the gems. And as Lee got out and shook hands with the general, the general looked at Lee's dark red chest and abused tits. Lee noticed the general's stare. "Sorry, Steve and I were horse playing before you came in. He likes to give me a little trouble however he can." Wesley Ryan did not miss the opportunity. "That looks like it could sting," the general said motioning to Lee's abused tits. "From the looks of things, it looks like Steve turned wildcat on your chest there." Lee chuckled and became embarrassed at how reddened and squeezed his otherwise handsome nipples looked. He knew Wesley Ryan had to be able to deduce that his son had been pinching hard at his fatherly nips. He intentionally crossed his arms to hide the view from the general's gaze. Steve likewise let his chest stay under the water's surface not letting the general see that he had reddened tits that also had been abused in the father and son play. "Here, I happened to have bought some soothing lotion with me," the general said. He reached for the small bottle that Steve had spotted. "I keep it around never knowing when an insect is going to bite at me... or a playful son in your case," the general said attempting humor. Steve immediately recognized the ointment as a smaller bottle of the same kind he had been using on his father to turn him on and to massage his ass. "No thanks, I've got some ointment in the house there, if need be." Lee said. But Wesley Ryan saw an opportunity to act innocent and to have his fun. He grabbed the lotion, turned it upside down and squeezed some out on his right hand before Lee could move past him. "Stop right there, Lee," the general ordered. "What are friends for? Here, let me be neighborly, pat you down with this lotion. It costs a fortune. It will keep those nips of your from being a problem as the day wears on." "Wesley, I thank you for trying to help, but I'll handle it," Lee assured. But the general knew how to be assertive and, most of all, he knew Lee Jacobs liked having attention paid to his superb nipples. "I know you can handle it, my friend, but here, let me get this on you. Those pecs are going to be sore when you get a shirt over them for the day." Before Lee could move away from his neighbor's intent or stop his actions, Wesley Ryan, retired military officer and hero, quickly ran his lotion-covered palm over first Lee's right breast and then over to the left. And back again. As Lee turned his head down to watch the stranger's hands playing across his chest, he saw Wesley Ryan stop his fingertips right on his right nipple to work the lotion into it. "Ah yes, doesn't that f eel better, Lee" the general asked. The general then shook the bottle to get more lotion and he worked a good gob into Lee's left nipple. "When in the military, a general learns to do a lot of things without any assignment of it being too personal or out of line, so enjoy it, Lee." Watching from the pool and maybe 15 feet away, Steve could not believe the scene. He also knew that the general had quickly outflanked his dad. With the sly general having now tamed his father's pecs to finger massage around and over his nipples, the general could advance the situation, if he cared. But Steve liked what was occurring and enjoyed watching another man tease his dad. The son felt his cock growing under the pool's surface. Yet, Lee Jacobs was more in charge than either his son or his neighbor knew. The general's touch had awakened his senses to the mysterious occurrences he had thought had been with Steve just the morning before and at about the same time. "I am just uncomfortable with this, Wes. Let's not." "But I want this to make thing feel better, Lee. It should." "Feels okay, Wes. Yeah, okay. Better." The general urged, "Here let me pat your pecs, get them saturated with this stuff, after all, you are letting me use your pool and that's not considered too personal. Now is it, my friend?" The general did not care that Steve was watching them. He was not going to lose the moment. Instead of continuing to rub the lotion around and into Lee's nipple area as though too flirtatious and eager, he instead swept his right hand down, across Lee's torso, and over his stomach. He found Lee's navel and quickly fingered it without lingering. He stepped in close to look directly at Lee. "Lee, your sore nipples there sure are erect. Nice. Very manly. I don't think that is just the lotion at work." "I've gotta get going, Wesley. I'll trust your intent is to be friendly and nothing more." As Lee got ready to move away, the general placed his hand on Lee's chest again. "What if my intent would be something more, good neighbor?" the general asked assertively. Lee did not hesitate to answer. "Then, the appropriate proposition is at a another time and not here, this early in the morning, and especially not in front of my son!" "My apologies," the general said before he looked down to admire Lee standing there in his black Speedo, his huge bulge evident in the wet swimwear and as profiled by his large, hairy thighs. "You cut a mean figure. You are one man of your age who wears a skimpy Speedo damn well." He paused, looked over at Steve, and said, "Both of you are good looking men. And I've seen thousands, all kinds, all ages, all races, all nationalities, in and out of uniforms, and in various stages of dress." "That's nice of you to say, Wes, but I am just a tad uncomfortable in this situation, right now, right here," Lee asserted. The general smiled, placed his hand on Lee's shoulder and said, "My wife and even my friend, Colonel Dave Harding, were the first to notice you. Seems my wife has enjoyed taking a look over here to the pool on occasion when you've been swimming. Dave caught you mowing the lawn shirtless when he drove up one day. Both remarked on your fitness, good looks, and handsome qualities. My wife is not the type to make such comment, but your pecs and hairy chest just caught her eye and charmed her. And seeing you now in just your wet Speedo, well, you are a good looking man, neighbor." Lee hesitated. He noticed that his neighbor was staring straight down at his crotch. He did not like it, but he knew his dick had ticked upward a bit. Wesley Ryan was turning him on in a strange way. Lee wondered what was wrong with his ego, his sense of self, and his pride that he could not simply walk away to leave the general to his come on and own motivations. Before he could understand his actions, he looked at Steve and ordered, "Steve, out of the pool. In the house. Get some breakfast made. And Wes, I assume you will have breakfast with us?" He general smiled wide. "I would be delighted, good neighbor." 'Hold on just a minute," Lee said as he motioned for Steve to get out of the pool fast and to move into the house. "Do as I say, Steve. As for you, General Ryan, let me chat with you over here in the pool house.' "I am right behind you, Lee," the general replied. Once Steve had gone into the house to start breakfast and once the two older men were in the pool house, Lee grabbed Wesley Ryan by the arm and demanded, "What the fuck are you doing? I really don't care to be embarrassed in front of my son." Wesley Ryan was about to protest and stand Lee on his head knowing what he knew about the father and son. Instead, he decided to play it cool. Lee thought that if Wes had been in the house the morning before, he would be assertive at this point. Both were playing the ends against the middle. In the stand off, Wes Ryan decided to have a little fun with the hunk of a man in front of him. "I apologize, Lee. That was not good of me, but this should be," and without delay the general reached in with both hands. He touched Lee on his bare sides and then ran his hands and fingers smoothly up Lee's body, moving over the deep curvature of his pecs, through his chest hair, and then onto both nipples. Lee liked the general's touch; he was reminded of the first time JL, his father-in-law, had caressed his chest. The caresses also felt familiar reminding him of the encounter the previous morning that he thought had been his son. "You have one handsome chest, Lee. I wanted to feel you off the other night while having beer. Please, just give me a minute or two. We don't have to do anything more." Lee stood motionless, knowing he needed to end the scene and head back into the house. But he felt the general's firm hands rubbing at the top of his shoulders. He relaxed. The general smiled, and then seeing Lee relax, he ran his hand down, letting his palms cup Lee's sizeable breasts and loving the thrill of feeling his neighbor's pointed mannips under his palms. He heard Lee release a chest full of air. The general eyed Lee's abused left nipple and lightly toyed with it. His other hand had more of a purpose. It went straight to Lee's thinly covered cock. The general touched Lee's cock and then moved his hand down a little further to cup his heavy balls. "Oh Lee, you are so heavy. So impressive. We need to play. I can do things for you that you've never felt. Things learned from all around the world." But Lee felt he had to take the high road. "General, you're a handsome man. I am sure you please both men and women alike. But we're straight, and we need to keep it that way." Wesley Ryan had been around and had spent too many years enjoying sex period, with men and women, young and old, and of most colors, shapes and sizes. And standing before him was his next-door neighbor, a man almost 10 years his junior, but one of the most handsome, well figured and sexiest gentlemen he had ever met. He did not care what the circumstances were, and he was used to having his way and giving orders. "Forget that shit, Lee. We can enjoy each other. Now or later. Your wife is in Europe, mine is out of town; I know you need physical attention. All men do." As though those words cleared the way for whatever he wanted, the general squeezed Lee's balls and reached up to stroke his neighbor's fine penis through the thin fabric of the Speedo, stroking over his partially hard shaft once, twice, and three times. "Most of all, Lee, it can be safe with us, very safe, and that makes it even more enjoyable." Lee Jacobs thought, "Damn, damn, here I am with Steve nearby, thought I was sexually depleted, I have JL waiting for me, and this man is turning me on like crazy." Without saying a word of protest, Lee allowed the general slowly lower his Speedo so he could stroke Lee's exceptional cock with ease. Wesley Ryan lowered Lee's Speedo so slowly that Lee could have stopped it. He did not, instead he felt his cock throbbing in anticipation, and he even looked down to watch the general fingers work the fabric from around his hips and loins. He was turned on by the general's determination to feel him off. "Oh yes, Lee, yes," the general cooed and assured his handsome neighbor as he wrapped his warm palm around Lee's excessively thick dick. The general pumped the priceless cock, wanting Lee to enjoy his touch, to need it and to remember it. Most of all, unlike the first time he had gotten to know Lee's penis, this time his neighbor knew what he was doing, and the neighbor was allowing it. Wesley Ryan's assertiveness in removing his swimwear and then taking his growing cock in his hand, turned Lee's interest as well. He hesitated, but still could not resist his interest to discover the older man's fine and exquisite mannips. Also, with Steve and JL both having increased his own fascination with the male breast, Lee did not resist his urges. He reached out to take the well-respected general's appealing nipple and its protruding tip in his fingers, caressing it and discovering it with his thumb pad. The mature, ripe and sensitive stem stiffened under his fingers. Lee, too, was fascinated with how much the general's tits could stand erect and be so damn inviting. "That's it , Lee, that's it. Mighty good. Oh, yeah, strum that hot tit of mine," the general gasp as he stroked Lee's fine dick and felt it growing in his hand. When Wesley Ryan leaned in to kiss him, Lee resisted. It was too much, too soon. And when the general then kissed him along the mid-chest and began to kiss over his chest to his nipples, a sudden awareness came over Lee just as it had on the occasions with his son. As quickly as their sexual interaction began, Lee stopped it. He pulled away from Wes Ryan, reached down to pull his Speedo back over his loins, and held an arm out to keep his neighbor at a distance. "Too much, Wes, way too much," Lee said. "Stevie could come out telling us breakfast is ready; and now just isn't the time for me to start something with you." Wesley Ryan looked at his sexy companion and newfound friend and remarked, "It felt so good, Lee. Your chest, your privates, your hunky body, and especially you caressing my tit and kneading there on my pecs. Nice!" "That's fine. And I am sure we could enjoy just some raw, heated sex together, Wes, but it can't be now. I don't know when. But, not now. I won't have regrets." The general patted Lee on his right shoulder, squeezed his bicep a little, and replied, "I can wait. I can wait as long as need be for you to be ready, Lee. And when we make it together, I know it will be explosive." "I've got to get into the house, Wes." Please come with me, so Steve knows we have just talked. Sit down for some breakfast with us." The general smiled widely, clapped his hands once, and said, "You got it, Lee. And by the way, good neighbor, I think the lotion has your sexy tits looking natural again. Maybe no harm, no foul, with that horseplay between you and Steve." Breakfast was friendly, although Steve wondered what his dad and the general had discussed or done in the pool house; Lee had a hundred things on his mind from the previous days with Steve to the recent encounter with Wes Ryan to the upcoming travels with JL, his father-in-law. The general had his imaginations running wild about how much good sex he could enjoy with either the father or the son that sat across for him eating omelets, toast and fruit. When breakfast ended, the general politely excused himself, Lee went to shower and dress for the day, and Steve cleaned and cleared the kitchen. When Lee returned, he took a while to talk with Steve. He told Steve that he likely would have to stay out of town for at least three days to hold meetings and get the work accomplished and possibly would not return until the fourth day. . He then told Steve that he had received a call from his mother. "Steve, I don't want to alarm you, but your mother and I may not get our marriage back together," Lee said. "She doesn't want to return home anytime soon and is apparently having the best break of her life." Steve asked his father if he were okay or if he was emotionally upset. Lee assured his son that the last few days with him and their growing relationship had countered any emotions he had about his marriage. "Your mother and I may have really ended our marriage some time ago, Steve. Even sexually, your mother got to where she avoided sex with me because she saw it as my taking control of her and everything about her. I am not bragging, but when we had sex, your mother would come multiple times, very quickly, and pretty much be a vulnerable rag doll. She once told me 'Lee, I simply cannot control my hormones once your big dick starts pumping me and your manly body is all over the top of me'." "In other words, mom stopped love making with you because she did not want to feel controlled by you?" Steve asked. "That's pretty much the crazy fuck of it, son," Lee assured. "I love you mother, but you can see that I need to have my sexual needs met. And I am still a very sexual man. You know that." "Yes, I do," Steve replied, "So damn sexual and sexy and wonderful, I might add," his son added. Lee smiled, took Steve's hand. And said, "Well, I plan to give your mom as much space and time as she wants. If we divorce, I will make it friendly and she will be well taken care of financially. Even if she prefers to be in Europe screwing around with some half-dicked, petite French painter." "That's a good way to see it all, dad," Steve said. The two hugged, Lee thanked Steve for breakfast, and then he got ready to head out the door. But Steve had a question, "Ah dad, did anything happened with you and General Ryan? The man is surprisingly forward and so flirtatious with other men to be a retired military guy, married, so straight acting, and all." Lee assured Steve that nothing had occurred. "I just needed to let Wes know that I wanted to remain friendly neighbors, he had not offended me, yet I was not going to be embarrassed around you or have subjected to anything he might want from me." And without thinking, Steve blurted, "But I'd be interested in watching what he wanted to do with you, dad." Lee was about to reprimand his son, but instead, he laughed, brushed his hair back from his forehead, and said, "Be nice, Steve. Show some respect. And when I get back home from the road, I will take care of any wild oats you still need to have sown." Steve replied, "I love you, dad. Have a great day. I won't be here when you return to get your luggage, but have a good trip and be safe." 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