Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2014 20:21:57 -0400
From: riversplash21@gmail.com
Subject: His Father's Chest Part Two

PART TWO:
Discovering His Father's Perfect Nips

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.  The presentation design attempts to prevent it from
being offensive or morally repugnant.  The practices and relationships in
this story are purely fictional. The storyline and characters are portrayed
in a realistic sense to provide a scenario of how a strong and loving
relationship might begin between a middle-aged father and an older son
considering the sociological variables. This story is intended for readers
who appreciate character progression more so than those who want depictions
of highly unusual sexual practices. Readers who like chest play will
appreciate it best. Enjoy.


Thinking of his father in the shower, Steve immediately thought about how
his dad's beefy ass bubbled and how his anal crack pulled the eyes all the
way down and in. He recalled how smooth and tight his dad's buttocks had
felt when he had assertively placed his palms inside his dad's briefs.  His
body trembled as he recalled the passion of their kiss, his hands moving
over his dad's backside, and the little bit of intimacy they had shared.

Lee let the shower blast over his body.  He was concerned about his son,
yet the thought of how much he knew Steve loved him as a man and father
made him proud.  Lee let his hand run over his chest.  He stopped to pinch
a nipple. He then lathered the soap and began to wash his hairy
privates. The washing felt great. His meaty cock pulsed in his hand. He
wanted time to get himself off, but knew the shower needed to be short.

Father and son went to eat and had a splendid meal.  Their conversation was
light and easy. But about midway through the meal, Lee thought he needed to
talk to Steve about what had occurred back at the house.  The father was
nervous about lines that had been crossed and uncomfortable about what his
son apparently wanted.  But as Lee approached the subject, Steve distracted
him or argued.

"Dad, I just don't want to have to hide these feelings of you that are very
physical, by nature, and that I've had for most of 10 years. That's all."
Lee answered, "I know son, but I need to help you over those, not reinforce
them or enhance them. I am sorry about earlier tonight. I just thought
sharing a moment or two might...

"Might what," Steve asked, "Might let me see up close and personal how damn
handsome you are, especially shirtless with your upper body on display?
Damn dad, again, you look deliciously sexy."

"Steve, I am going to need you to work to get over yourself," Lee said.

"Over myself? Dad, that's insulting. My only problem is how fuckin'
handsome my own father happens to be, how I have a hang up for him, and how
I see he has needs at this time in his life," Steve paused, and then added,
"and how much I love him."

The son's retort pained the father. Lee Jacobs knew he was hurting his son
and did not want to at all. "Steve, maybe I said it wrong.  I am glad you
admire me as your father. I really am. It's just that, I don't want to see
you troubled by something that is not there for us."

"It should be there, dad. This is not unnatural in my opinion,"

Lee felt he had to ask his son the inevitable questions, "Steve, are you
bi- or gay? Are you interested in us having something sexual?"

Steve hesitated to answer. Then he lowered his voice in the restaurant and
replied, "I don't know, dad. I enjoyed my relationships with my past two
girlfriends. I guess I am just bi-curious where you are concerned. But tell
me, dad, have you ever done anything with another guy?" The question jarred
Lee. He told his son he did not want to answer or undergo 20 questions with
other people sitting so close.  The twosome ended their chat and sat
silently for the remainder of the dinner.

On the way home, Lee told Steve to drop him at a bar close to their house.

"I need some time, son. Maybe have a couple more drinks and a chance to
think. I can get a taxi home, it's not far."

 "Dad, I feel like you are avoiding me. That I've made you uncomfortable,"
Lee heard his son explain. Lee assured him that was not the case. He told
Steve that after their encounter earlier in the evening and then dinner, it
was just time for each of them to have some space.

"I'll be home in an hour or so, Steve. We'll see each other in the
morning," Lee said as he shut the door to the car and turned toward the
front door at "Bubba's Brew."  Steve wanted to park and go inside to sit
with his father, but instead knew it was best to give his dad time and to
head home.  Plus, he had another idea.  An idea that could use his old man
having another drink or two on a night when he had enjoyed plenty.

The lights were turned low. Steve had showered, poured himself a cup of
coffee, ate a snack, and got ready to stay up awhile. He also walked past
his own bedroom and headed instead to that to his parents' master suite. He
slipped out of his robe, keeping on a short pair of silky boxers, and
pulled back the covers to his father's side of the bed. He crawled
in... and began his wait.

To his delight, within the half hour, he heard his father come in through
the front door to make his way toward the room.  His father walked softly
as though wanting to get past Steve's room without disturbing him. Lee
Jacobs felt relaxed.  The stop at the bar had helped. He knew he felt high
from the quantity of scotch he had consumed during the evening, but he felt
good.  The next morning would bring a new day and another opportunity to
best handle the situation with the son he so loved.  As he got ready to
enter his bedroom he pulled off his pullover shirt.

As Lee removed the shirt, there was just enough light in the room for Steve
to take in the impressive canyon of his dad's hairy armpits, the puffy
peaks of his breasts, and the valley between them. The appeal of dad's
broad chest made the fires roar in his nuts. Again, Steve's eyes took in
the fullness of his dad's shadowy nipples. Their size and

protuberance made them look like tiny golden copper domes topping the meaty
shells of his father's chest. They stood proud, yet their positions almost
made it look like they were about to roll off the peak of the manly chest.
The tight bubbled tit capping the pretty, colored domes again captured
Steve's eyes and tongue.

Steve's mind reeled back to the scene earlier in the night with his dad in
the bathroom. The kiss. The feel of his father's hairy chest pressing
against his shirt. The warm touch of his dad's ass against his palms. Much
to his astonishment though and even with the dim light on, Lee did not see
Steve and walked on in to the bathroom again.

Within seconds, Steve listened as Lee started pissing in the bathroom. The
room's light filtered out. He leaned over and turned up the bedside light
on his dad's side of the bed.  He did not really know what time it was, but
he knew it was past time to be aggressive with his desires and his
dad. Even as sleepy as he was, the son's heart raced immediately when his
father came out of the bathroom.

Steve's eyes locked on his dad - the executive, the community leader,
one-time Rotary Club Man of the Year, and family man.  Lee wore only a pair
of tight black briefs.  For a man of any age, much less a mature and hotly
handsome one in his 50s, Lee looked extremely sexy. His bulge was quite
noticeable and enticing, yet not unusually huge.

The young man's dick felt like it tickled the bottom of his throat as he
watched his dad walk across the room to the bed.  The movie star face, the
muscular and hairy chest, the flat belly, the hot bulge, and long, nicely
shaped legs.  His sleepy, half intoxicated dad came within three feet of
the bed before he saw Steve lying there.  Lee stopped. The sight surprised
him. He was about to ask his son what he was doing, when Steve humorously
said, "You piss too loud."  They both laughed.

"Yeah, that is what your mother says," Lee said and chuckled. "I think I
was only pissing Scotch anyway. You must've heard me come in. Thanks for
turning on the light, Steve. Sorry if I awoke you."

"I wanted to wait up for you, dad," Steve said. "Can I lie here with you
for a while?" Lee shrugged his shoulders and then Steve watched as his dad
slipped under the covers with him. When the warm skin of their legs
touched, the son felt his body tremble. Steve wanted to snuggle into his
dad, to kiss him again.

Father and son exchanged comments about the meal, about the one friend Lee
saw at the bar, about his work schedule the next day, and about Steve's
plans to play tennis with a friend.

"Well Steve, the day and drinks are about to get the best of me, here. You
might want to get up for your own bed or else turn over. I'm going to have
to get a zee or two."  Lee got ready to reach up to turn off the bedside
lamp.

"No, please leave it on a while," his son said.

"Oh, not sleepy?"

"Dad, I still wanted to talk a while," Steve replied. "I feel a little
guilty about how far I tried to take things earlier."

"No problem, Steve. Don't let it bother you. I'm just sorting things out
myself."  His dad smiled and patted Steve on his shoulder.  He noticed that
his son was wearing a lightweight tee shirt, yet he felt warm and soft.
Lee then could not understand the thought that flashed through his mind.
Although Steve's chest was covered by the tee shirt and top sheet of the
bed, he desired to look down and see his son's bare body.  He knew Steve
had added some upper body muscle.

Instead, he felt his son slowly edge into him, and then watched as Steve
leaned over on his side to face him.  He could feel Steve's crotch contact
his thick, hairy leg.

And then, to his own surprise, Steve heard himself whisper, "Dad, would you
hold me?" Just like when he was a little boy, his desire for his father's
comfort had been voiced.

Lee hesitated, but reached his arm around to pull his son toward him,
"Sure, I'll hold you, Steve," he said and smiled. The top sheet rolled down
his chest as he wrapped his powerful arm around his only son. With
exhilarating joy, Steve snuggled into the hollow of his father's hairy
armpit. Lee squeezed his son to his body. He knew it was time at that
moment to provide Steve what he needed; they could discuss it all later.

Father and son settled in for a short while, enjoying the exchange of heat
between their bodies. To Steve's delight, his dad moved first, shifting to
stretch out, placing the lower part of his right leg over the calf of his
son's left leg. Lee seemed particularly comfortable by the move. A few
seconds later, Steve shifted to wrap his right leg over his dad's, noticing
that his hefty crotch had settled next to Lee's hip. And then, Lee shifted
to face his son, his left leg coming completely over Steve's.

"Better?" Lee asked as he continued to swivel his hips, snuggling their
bodies together. And then, Steve felt it. His dad's lazy hard on was pushed
against his upper leg, just inches from his own cock.

"Yeah, much better," Steve said. Lee smiled. Steve smiled.

The ease at which they had intertwined their lower bodies transfixed both
of them. That powerful magnetism grabbed both father and son, again. The
warmth radiating between them intensified. Their eyes locked.  Lee's arm
drew his son even closer to him, allowing Steve's chest to press into the
soft hairs of his chest. Again, Lee found himself wishing his son were
shirtless.

While Lee wondered why he was wishing his son to be bare-chested, without
saying another word, Steve leaned in to his dad.  And then, the horny son,
pushed his lips to his father's, and again man and son exchanged a hard,
deep kiss that brought that familiar tingle to Steve's cockeye.

Steve could tell that his father had enjoyed another cocktail or two while
at the bar. Whatever it took to relax him was fine by his eager son.
Steve's youthful cock pulsed out a beat at a time, growing longer and more
excited as the kiss continued. When their kiss ended, Steve looked closely
at his father's upper body in all its sexual beauty. He wanted to kiss his
dad on his chest, but thought that maybe he shouldn't. But as nonchalant as
he could, he edged his hand up on his dad's stomach. Lee didn't say
anything, so Steve began to caress his belly.

It excited the anxious son that his father allowed him to feel the curves
of his belly and abdomen, to experience touching the fine hairs running
under his palm, and to circle the hole of his dad's belly button. Lee did
not want his son to feel rejected, yet when Steve tried moving his
fingertips under the elastic of his father's briefs, Lee grabbed him by the
wrist.

"No Steve, not that, not now!"

Steve attempted to persuade his dad otherwise, but he denied the young man
on a second

and third effort. When Steve tried forcing his palm to his dad's cock on a
fourth attempt, Lee scooted away from him.

Aggressively, Steve asked, "When dad?"

"When what?" Lee Jacobs begged the question of his offspring.

Yet, Steve did not back down. "When will you let me touch you there? Or see

you naked? Or caress your cock? "

Steve knew the questions stunned his father. After a few seconds, he
replied,

"I guess when you catch me, and I can't stop it." Steve grimaced, but at
least his dad had been honest.

"Here," Lee said, squeezing his son to him even tighter. "Just lie here and
let's

relax together. That's nice; what a father and son can do."

"But, dad..." Steve tried protesting, but the older man glared down at his
son and

said, "We don't have to do everything at once. There are other ways to be
close. Like this right here." He hugged Steve tighter and let his fingers
settle on his kid's upper chest.

Still and quiet, the cute and admiring son lay there in his dad's arms for
a long time. The young man enjoyed the warmth of his dad's armpit and the
closeness of resting his head near his father's immense chest. His father's
smell was intoxicating; his embrace comfortable, yet sexual; and his love
immeasurable.  Steve looked up to notice that his dad had shut his
eyes. His bottom jaw was parted. He was on the edge of sleep

When Steve heard a whispery snore from his father, he leaned up over his
dad to turn off the light and to surrender to sleep himself. But he didn't
expect the whirlwind of lust and human need that started to overwhelm him
once he leaned over his father. Looking down and studying his dad's
gorgeous and very sexy chest, Steve felt waves of sexual need flood his
whole body.

Being so close to his dad's sexy hairy chest, Steve felt the nerve endings
in his hands, throat and loins itching for him to take advantage of the
moment. A flash frame in his mind reminded him of the times he had seen the
shirtless bodies of actors of the 1960s and 1970s on TV. Pictorial flashes
of hot actors like Clint Walker, Chuck Connors and even Sean Connery
flooded his mind. Since discovering these actors through reruns, he had
closely observed and lusted after several of them. Steve did not know if
the actors enhanced his infatuation of his father or if his lust for his
own father sent him looking for other fantasy objects instead.  And now,
being so close to his father's beautiful and hot bare chest, Steve forgot
about considering consequences.

Swept away by the need to love his father and to discover his physical
essence, the son looked down, studied the prettiest spot of all, admired
its color, texture and allure, and then realized how damn available it was
to him. As if they were temptuous eyes, the sexy spots and beautiful
muscular flesh had excited the son for years. The beauty and sex appeal of
it all was right there, just inches from him, uncovered, seductive, sexy,
hot, and crowning his father's chest, and available now with his father
asleep. Without further hesitation, Steve descended his warm lips to
discover his dad's wide, puffy right nipple.  Steve kissed his father's
marvelous right tit and then licked around its colorful areola.

The sensuous son introduced himself to the sensitive spot of his dad's
magnificent chest.  He thought his father's nipples were flawless. Unlike
some guys, they weren't too small, yet unlike some older men they weren't
too large or droopy to look masculine. They were beautifully round, meaty,
slightly puffed, pretty and or a dark golden color, and the tit point stuck
out a fraction of an inch. Anxious and highly charged, Steve spread his
lips to softly and sensuously suck the textured pap fully into his
mouth. He observed how it felt, tasted and responded.  His other hand moved
with a will of its own through Lee's silky chest hair, lusting to feel his
dad's left tit. When his fingers found it, the fleshy nub rushed to
erection as his fingertips caressed it.

Steve moaned, and then he heard his dad moan, and then they moaned
together. The son's lips sucked tight to his father's right tit as his
father's sleepy eyes opened and glanced down to watch. Lee hissed from the
pleasure. His father's primal sounds turned Steve on in an indescribable
way. Steve pushed his pappy's pap upward, squeezed, and forced the nipple
to point out even further. Lee hunched his hips forward, hardly able to
comprehend the pleasure his son was bringing to his chest and the rest of
his entire body.

Steve relished it that his father's manly tits were so damn mature, ripe,
hard, and sensitive

beyond belief.  Without a doubt he knew his father's nipples were sexier
and more handsome than any he had seen on boys in the locker rooms or those
observed on dozens of older men at the beach.  They were thick, with just
the appealing size that Steve liked.  He was glad the dim light had been
left on. It allowed him to see the effects his pointed tongue was having on
his dad's splendid nipples. The same hot mannips that he had mentally and
physically salivated over about for years. With the very tip of his tongue,
the son took notice how the meaty nubs riveted to stick out considerably as
though offering themselves to his tongue.

Lee shifted his position to allow his son to get at him easier. He watched
as Steve worked his free hand to keep his breast and its pec slab pushed
upward.  The executive moaned as his kid's lips sucked down hard on his
hearty tit meat. His fine, dark nipple offered itself to Steve, leaving his
son without comparison of a tit so stiff and perky. Lee Jacobs could not
deny either how surprised he was that his son had initiated this between
them or most of all how damn exciting and tremendous it felt to have his
son stimulating his overly sensitive tits.

The feel of the tit's hot tip against the son's tongue sparked great fires
of lust in both of them. Lee jerked and moaned when his son began to chew
at his succulent right mannip. It chilled him when Steve used his index
finger to tease his other nipple, discovering every speck of its surface.

The very thought of having the meaty morsels of his father's chest in his
mouth was orgasmic for Steve. His cock was at full mast.  His dad's fat
nipples tasted sweet, yet salty.  Steve loved them and wanted to devour
them as his dad moaned deeper and deeper while his tongue and teeth
experienced the manly breasts.

"Oh damn, Stevie. Damn!  You know just what to do to make me crazy, boy,"
Lee whispered in a sexually ravaged voice. "My nips are so damn sensitive,
too damn easy to

tease."

Like Samson about to bring down the house, Lee grabbed the bedposts with
his hands, stretching his tits up and making them tight for his son's
bestial pleasures. The position displayed the total expanse and beauty of
his manly chest. Rushes of heavy air escaped from his lips.  He ached from
the sexual high of his son sucking harder on the sweetness of his mannips.
Steve relished the sexy sounds that his dad was making. Steve brought his
knee up, allowing him to feel the hardness of his dad's big dick. He could
hardly believe how much he had his old man turned on. The lusty young man
continued to lick, kiss and suck across his dad's hairy chest, enjoying the
feeling of his tongue raking and wetting his father's chest hair and his
lips discovering his ripened nipples.

"Shit that feels so good. So damn good," Lee Jacob exhaled. He could not
remember having his nipples worked to this degree.  The feelings that his
son sparked throughout his chest and body were beyond compare. "Damn
Stevie, damn!  You are pulling that cord that runs between my tits and
dick."

Pausing to reinforce his father, Steve lifted his lips from his dad's right
nipple and said, "Your tits are fabulous, dad. Sexy, handsome and so damn
meaty. Absolutely fabulous!" When he had sucked and soaked the right nipple
until it hardly could become more erect and swollen, Steve urged his dad to
roll his body over, so could more easily take his left tit between his
fingers and position it to his lips.

"Oh yes, don't forget that one, son," Lee directed.  "Too good, Steve, too
damn good."

"The best," Steve added. "I could do this forever, dad."

Lee grabbed the bedposts again while Steve took the savory tit and lapped
it between his hungry lips. Except for maybe one, all of Steve's few
previous lovers had enjoyed tit play, but none had nipples anywhere near as
thick and sensitive as his father's.

"Oh god, son. Yes... Taste my bosom there. Taste it!" His dad's whispery,
raspy voice penetrated Steve's sexual core. "Eat it, Stevie.  Chew that
mannip of mine. I am so fuckin' horny from this!"  Steve knew the booze had
his father relaxed, but he also knew his workings of his dad's chest and
nipples had turned him on beyond compare.

Steve grunted in reply, and felt his dad arching his chestplate to offer
his son a good

lapping and chewing of his tits. His wet tits were so damn excited that
their berry tips looked ready to burst. Indicative of the pucker that had
overtaken his nicely colored nipples, a low continuous hiss rose from deep
within him.

Steve's tongue left a river of saliva from tit crown to tit crown. His
father's chest became as wet as when he had showered.  "Sweet, oh so sweet,
Steve." Dad moaned as he watched his lovable son nurse from his tits. "But
maybe we need to get this in control."

Steve felt his daddy's bloated cock pump up another notch or so against his
knee cap as

the son worked his dad's dark and now rosy-colored tits. The deep sucking
of his manly, embossed nipples had sent Lee's fully fueled penis to the
launching pad. The incredible outline of his hard pecker stood out from
inside his briefs. His robust thighs provided an appealing backdrop for his
studly bulge. He had the fattest looking hard on Steve had ever seen.  The
son now wanted his father even more. He ached for him.

"No control necessary, dad. I want to love you in every way." As Steve's
talented and very hot tongue swept through the hairs of Lee's broad chest
and around its curves, Lee groaned, and then replied, "And, I'm honored by
your interests." His gaspy words were like manna from above.

Lee looked down to inspect his own long body and felt his cock jerk inside
his shorts. Looking at his son with eyes of love and adoration, he told
Steve to hold up for just a second "I think it's time I lift this shirt off
you, son. Let me enjoy what you've been enjoying."

Steve got to his knees in the bed and helped his dad lift the tee shirt up
his torso and off from around his shoulders.  When his belly, chest and
pecs came into view, Steve was proud that his dad showed an obvious
interest.

"You look nice, son.  Real nice. I like your look, kid."  Steve smiled and
flexed his breasts to flirt with his old man. Before Steve could respond
further though, Lee brought his thumb and forefinger up and grabbed his
sexy son by his left nipple. He felt Steve's tit, getting to know it.

Steve couldn't help the moan that escaped. Lee leaned in and kissed his son
while running his free hand up and down thee smooth skin of his kid's upper
body. Steve loved the feeling as his father caressed his pecs, discovered
his wide nipples, and even when he felt his dad deliberately run his long
middle finger into his navel to screw its depth.

"See, what I mean about control?" He asked when Steve broke their
kiss. "You aren't the only one with feelings here, son."  He shifted
position, moving back toward Steve. The son could feel the familiar throb
overtaking his shorts as his dad again started a slow discovery of his
young body.

Lee used his hands to further caress his son's upper body and back. He
caressed Steve's solid brown nipples that he found to be quite tempting
because they appeared so seductive and wide. Regardless of his
heterosexuality, his appreciation of beautiful women with large breasts, or
his wife's pretty nipples that always turned him on, his son's wide and
attractive nipples attracted and stimulated Lee Jacobs. He began to feel,
massage and work both of his son's pretty boynips, finding them similar to
his own. wife's and even his wife's father's that he had observed with
particular interest.

Meanwhile, he watched as Steve began to trace his fingers up his dad's legs
and over his stomach, noticeably avoiding his bulge. When Steve hovered
over him to trace around his breasts, Lee hugged his son tightly.

The feeling was incredible for Steve. He felt the pre-cum seeping from his
cock because of the awesome feeling of having his smooth upper body pressed
into to his father's hairy chest. He released an uncontrollable moan
brought on by having his dad's hands massaging his bare upper body while
his father's fingers searched out his belly button, his sensitive tits, and
even his lips.

Steve thought he felt his cock released a spew of pre-cum when his own hot
nipples rubbed together against his dad's own rigid tit meat. Lee placed
his hand on Steve's back.  He rolled over on him, and they pressed tightly.

"Damn, I like your chest next to mine, dad" Steve said.

"A hot, wonderful sensation, huh?" Lee replied.

"Oooohhh yes."

Once again, Steve felt his dick unfurling, filling with a river of hot,
bloody lava.  The time was right, so very right.  He lifted his own
muscular buttocks to aim his horny crotch, thrust his hips forward, and
settle his hard on right into dad's turgid shaft.

The extended cocks of father and son touched each other for the first
time. They

were side by side, separated only by the thin fabric of their shorts. Steve
could

feel the shape of his dad's big dick. The son shivered; the father smiled
with a lot of pride.

Lee exhaled; Steve moaned; and again Steve wiggled and thrust; and his dad
held him so very tight, squeezing at his son's ass with his hands under his
silky shorts.

"Yes son, oh yes..."

"So good, dad. So good..."

Again, the fluids came leaking out of his dad's bloated shaft, painting the
outside of Steve's short boxers. The contact of their round, weighty balls
resting upon each other charged the young man to even lustier heights.
Steve began to gently buck his hips to send his hot cock up and down his
father's sex. The feel and friction were out of this world.

"Oh son, oh my boy, this has gotten heavy," Lee said, the pant so evident
in his voice.

Steve moved to lie down on top of his dad's long, beautiful body. The
meshing

of their bodies was unbelievable. Steve's long legs wrapped around the
thickness

of his dad's... their cocks pushed at the fabric of their underwear,
wanting at each

other by the skin only... their bare chests and bellies pressed
together... and most of all, their hot nipples kissed at each other.  Steve
thought about how his dad smelled so great it was almost intoxicating, and
his dad looked spectacular lying there in only the bulging, black briefs.

They kissed long and passionately, and then to the son's total amazement
his father took him in his strong arms and rolled him over. Their kiss went
even deeper, their hands clawed at each other's back, and they humped their
bloated crotches together, letting the daddy cock and the son cock feel the
mutual burn.  Lee was kissing Steve as

intimately as any lover had ever kissed him. Steve discovered his dad was a
magnificient and obviously experienced kisser. Between the passion of the
kiss and with Lee's strong, hairy arms wrapped around him, the older father
made his son feel so very loved and passionately wanted.

Taking his turn to have the lead, Steve rolled his dad over and then
allowed his father to roll him back over. They got lost in their love for
each other and began to hump their cocks together in a coordinated style,
burning in their mutual lust. Steve's lips trailed down his dad's neck and
up again. The son could not get enough of either the salty taste of his
father's skin or the sensuous feel of his flesh.

Steve moaned deeply and loudly.  The humping of cocks had sent him over an
edge. He had not ejaculated, yet the pleasure had caused him to feel
overwhelmed and overtaken with sexual stimulation.  Sweat poured from both
their bodies.  When they had exhausted the embrace, Steve leaned up to look
into his face. Never has a man looked so handsome and flushed of sexual
splendor to him as his father did at that point.

Steve looked down to watch their bloated dicks stabbing at each other. He
couldn't divert his eyes from the large mound concealed below. He thought
that with the least bit of movement, his cock crown would overflow his
shorts. Still, he couldn't see any of the flesh for which he so longed.

"Oh dad.  This feels great," Steve assured as he leaned up by his dad to
lick his left nipple and to feel it stiff and excited.

"Yes, it is, son. Mighty hot and fine. I love you, Stevie."

Yet, both father and son knew what remained unsettled and undone. Toward
that end, Steve again put his fingers in the elastic of dad's shorts, right
at the flanks. Looking at his dad's sexy deep, belly button and with a slow
tremble, the son asked again, "May I dad? Please? Now?"

"Damn," he said to himself. He had waited so long to see his father nude
and to see his handsome, studly father's cock in all its sexual glory. But,
he needed his dad's reassurance to go further. The son again looked his dad
in the eyes and asked, "Is it okay?"

"Oh, Steve... that sort of embarrasses me. We've gone too far already."

"But I know you're stunning, dad. Big and beautiful."

His father smiled at him while putting his arm up over his head and showing
his sexy hairy arm pit.  One of his hands flirted over his hairy chest,
playing in the hair and stopping to pinch at a tit.  Steve leaned down to
lightly kiss the other nipple, running his tongue in a circle around it,
getting the crown to perk up.

"Please dad," he said, letting his hands play with the elastic webbing
again. The son felt so near to what he had waited years to see, to
experience, to love. They stared at each other, and then his dad nodded,
released a tight smile, and shrugged his bare shoulders. Steve knew Lee was
going to give his okay and utter the magical words, but instead, Lee said,
"It's time we end this Stevie.  We've been too free with each other
already. This goes against my marital vows, nature, your standing with me
as a son."

A tidal wave of disappointment and frustration swept Steve's entire body
and mind. He could not believe what he was hearing.  He could not fathom
that his father would allow things to get to where they had gotten to then
stop. The son thought about the intense sexual splendor he had provided his
father by working and loving his manly nipples, yet Lee was not willing to
continue.

"That's bullshit, dad, bullshit," Steve said.

"I'm sorry, Steve, but this passion between us must have some controls to
it," Lee said.

Steve lustily watched his dad rake his right hand through the heavy hair at
the middle of chest before stopping to let his middle finger rest on this
right nipple. Nothing was lost on Steve, but his anger and frustration were
beyond his control.

"Damn, dad, damn. What a fuckin' tease you are," Lee heard his son say.

"Sorry, Stevie. It is my fault, but..."

Steve grabbed the side of his dad's briefs and tried to tear them from his
father's waste. He pulled them out and down a few inches before Lee
forcibly removed his son's hand and said, "Stop it, Steve. Do not molest
me!"

Too upset to protest further, Steve grabbed his tee shirt from his father's
bed and ran from the room.  He was mad, hurt, and crazy with desire.

Lee turned off the light to his bedroom, straightened the bed sheets,
squeezed his aching dick, and rolled over to sleep.  But sleep would not
come.  As a responsible man and father, he knew he had wronged his son. He
also realized that nobody in his family, circles of friends, or business
community was as loyal as his son, Steve. He had wronged the boy. He had
invited Steve to unbutton his shirt, go out to eat with him, and engage him
in his own bed, and then he had rejected him.

The responsible father tossed and turned and. although he had consumed six
or seven cocktails during the evening, sleep evaded him. He hated what he
had done to Stevie, his son.  For a half an hour or longer, Lee tossed and
turned in his bed.  More than the trouble he was having with his daughter
and her husband, more than that with some of his best workers, and even
more than that with his wife, the successful executive did not want to hurt
Steve, his wonderful and loyal son.  Then, wearing just his briefs and
without reaching to grab a nightshirt, Lee got up from his bed to leave his
bedroom.

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