Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 00:19:27 -0400 From: JM Stone Subject: Part 20, His Father'sChest Part 20: Ordering The General To Attention Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and is intended to be a literary stimulant for anyone engaged in safe and solo sex. It is not intended for readers under the age of 18. We hope you enjoy it and will let us know that you are reading us. Enjoy! Donate: Please give a monetary contribution today to Nifty.org to support great, exciting fiction. Author's Note: This part has been added following recent requests from our readers. Several readers did not want us to leave the dispute between Steve and General Ryan just yet. Others said they liked the general and wanted to see more of him as a sexual being. We also had readers who requited that we focus on Steve and his fascination with the chests of older, more mature men. So, we have decided to provide all of that here in this added part of the story before returning the focus back on Lee, his father, and Lee's latest recreational and sexual ventures. We hope all of you enjoy this addition intended to meet the requests of our readers at this time. Tell us if you like it. Enjoy! By: Jammer Stone When Steve closed the back door to General Ryan's house, he felt strong senses of frustration and disappointment. Frustration that even after the hot sex with the general, he still wanted more. Disappointment that the general had been unable to control his sexual need for conquest. He knew he liked Wesley Ryan's looks, style and touch, and he also knew making it with an older, experienced lover and a one-time leader of America's army excited the hell out of him. After the painstaking efforts he had made and the hoops he had jumped through to seduce his father, the general's seduction of him had felt damn nice and had increased his self-confidence. It also had felt nice compared to how much he would endure and how hard he worked to be romantic with his past girlfriends, yet they were so quick to reject him or make lovemaking difficult over the least of things. Those he had sex with had each used it for reward and punishment, often cutting him off for the least of things. His girlfriends tended to dangle their pussies as carrots. Not wanting to go into the house and be alone, Steve made his way to a chaise lounger by the pool. Wearing only the towel, he stretched out and looked up to the sky. A hundred thoughts flooded his mind. He missed his father. He wished he could walk into the house, go to his father's bedroom, and crawl into bed with his dad to hug on his sexy, comfortable body. He thought about Lenny and wondered if his best friend was okay being with Dave Harding. His mind raced back to when Lenny had stripped the colonel's shirt to reveal his heavily muscled and hirsute chest. A sexual shiver engulfed his body just thinking about Lenny being sexual with a man of the colonel's age and hairy build. Dave Harding was a bear, but Steve easily saw why he turned on the burners of his friend's sexual core. . His thoughts shifted to an experience about three years ago when he and Lenny were high school juniors. While drinking beer and riding in the country, they parked to smoke a joint. One thing led to another, Steve recalled that he had placed his hand up on Lenny's shoulder and lightly caressed him, and his friend surprised him by suggesting that "it's hot here in the car, let's get out of our shirts." When they both took their shits over their heads and off their bodies, Steve could still remember how damn exciting it felt just to be that close to a bare-chested friend. They had stripped off their shirts and finished the joint, when Lenny looked at Steve and said, "Damn, Stevie, you have the sexiest, widest nipples I have ever seen. Nobody in the locker room has two so hot and pronounced." Steve had looked down at his boobs, rubbed his hand over them, and then returned the compliment by saying, "I'd just as soon have two that are as manly as yours there, Len." Within seconds and with his next move, his friend moved closer to him and when Steve squeezed Lenny's shoulder, his friend reached out to touch Steve on his belly, but then moved his hand immediately up to the center of Steve's chest before sweeping his fingers over to the handsome, wide and hot nipple that he wanted to feel and discover. Lenny had hardly begun caressing the tit before Steve moaned loudly, and told his friend, "Damn Len, that feels so good, so damn hot, don't stop." Steve would never forget how sexually exciting it was for him when Lenny just seconds later leaned in to take his right nipple fully into his mouth providing him pleasures that he did not know could exist. Returning the same pleasures to Lenny seemed so natural and the touch, taste and texture of his best friend's perky tits would always be a pleasant memory for Steve. Steve smiled and caressed his cock thinking of how long he had spent on both of his friend's tits that first time, so long that Lenny sprang a rod, took his bloated cock from his pants, and then begged Steve to suck him. When Lenny forced his head down to his erection, Steve gladly went down on his friend. Yet, Lenny made sure Steve brought his hands and fingers to his tits to keep them turned on. Nicely brown, bigger than a nickel, but smaller than a quarter, with a nicely raised and meaty point in the center, Steve had always enjoyed Lenny's tits. For some unknown reason, his thought shifted to another pair of attractive nipples that he had seen several times, but never experienced. Lenny's father, John Rolston, had a pair of charmers that Lenny had admired and that turned him on. As a rancher and middle-aged man with a nice physique, John Rolston emerged from his barn a couple of years ago providing Steve a chance to eagerly eye him. With his shirt unbuttoned down the middle and his deeply tanned belly and curvy chest showing, he approached the porch of he house where Lenny stood. Ashe neared the porch, he swept the shirt from his shoulders. Steve did a double take to drink in all of the man's hot looking body. Mr. Rolston had sizeable meaty plates on his chest, a great tan, and his dark nipples were substantially raised, with a little, but substantial bubble sitting atop them. They were larger than his son's and an absolute hot, dark color. Steve got John Rolston's attention to ask him some lame question about his horses just to get him to stop for a moment or two longer. He had not heard Mr. Rolston's answer to his question, but he had used the extra seconds to implant a visual memory of the man's hot upper body in his mind. Mr. Rolston's had a little flab on the sides of his stomach, otherwise he was muscular and slim. The swell of his breasts created beautiful lines of curvature and made his seductive mannips stand out all the more atop the meaty mounds. The rancher was not too hairy, but light hair dusted across his chest and a fairly thick amount grew from around his belly button and out over a firm stomach Steve also remembered not long ago when he and Lenny had discussed how each of them admired the other's father and what fine specimen they were, especially when going around sans shirt. Lenny had told him, "Hell Steve, if I were around Mr. Jacobs very frequently, I know eventually I'd just reach out and have a pinch at one of his hot nipples. I'd grab a handful of his hairy chest muscles and take my chances." Steve had countered by telling Lenny, "You dad has a couple of pinchable hot tits, too, Lenny." Lenny chuckled and said, "Did I tell you about three months ago, I came home early one Saturday night, my parents didn't hear me come in the back door, and I was standing in the den looking at them before they knew they had company. Hell, my mom had dad's shirt gapped open, and Steve she was going down like crazy on his right nipple. I couldn't believe my eyes, and dad had his head leaned back and was moaning like an animal in heat.. They weren't just playing around, hell no, both were enjoying it. I know I embarrassed them, and I have heard them having sex before, but that was such an erotic scene. When mom lifted her head and before dad pulled his shirt together, I could see his nipple was perked up and she had slobbered it into a puckered state." Sitting there under the stars in the early morning hours, Lenny began to stroke his rigid cock as mental images of shirtless men raced through his mind. His father first and foremost, and most often came to mind. His dad's perfect, succulent and mature tits absolutely turned him on. He could never tire of them or of any part of his dad's great body. He also kept thinking about General Ryan and wished he had handled the situation differently. The general should not have tried to manhandle him to screw him, yet Steve thought now that he had overreacted. Considering that he had left even after the general had apologized, Steve knew the man might now consider him a first class tart. His dramatic exit disappointed Lenny in himself. Although he was inebriated and confused at that moment, he had been agreeable to the General positioning him over the desk in order to penetrate his ass with his invading pecker. That is, he was agreeable until the image of his father flashed before him. He knew he wanted to again reach out and massage General Ryan's fine silverdaddy chest, to feel his shirtless and warm torso on top of him, and to tease his erect tits until they stuck out long and proud. Steve wondered if the general had gone in to engage Lenny and the colonel in a threesome. He hoped not. He thought about getting up and going back into the general's house to see if the general really was in the guest room or if he had returned to his own bed to lie between the two who been there. The thought of the three of them getting each other off made Steve feel a sense of raging anger and jealousy. Wesley Ryan having sex with his friend to spite him seemed plausible to Steve at that moment. He also knew that Dave Harding wanted a threesome or foursome earlier in the night. Yet, he had confidence that Lenny likely would have left out had they tried to force the idea on him. Steve fingered his own right nipple with one hand and stroked his cock with the other as he thought about the first time he had sucked Lenny's cock; or in recent hours the first time he watched as Wesley Ryan had taken off his shirt by the pool there to reveal his very fit upper body and his eye-popping and interesting nipples with their long tips. He also again imagined the excessively hairy body that Dave Harding possessed and the older man's huge muscle mass that swept across his chest. Dave Harding's shirtless body reminded Steve of how much he had admired Bruno Sambartino, the wrestler. Bruno had even more muscle mass than the colonel, but not as much fur across his breastplates as did Dave Harding. One other notable difference for Steve was that the colonel's thick chest hair hid his nipples, although they were nicely shaped and attractive, while Bruno Sambartino had fat, dark pink tits that looked way too succulent to be on the chest of a guy. Steve's mind flashed back to earlier in the evening when on this same lounger he had reached up to take both of Wes Ryan's meaty nubs between his fingers to enjoy the discovery of them as the general leaned back and moaned with his eyes closed. He knew he had provided the distinguished man a touch that few had ever given him. Steve understood about turning a man on by discovering, teasing and working his mannips. His stiff cock twitched as he recalled the general absolutely coming under his spell the longer his fingertips lingered at his elongated mantits. . Steve thought about the copied pictures of the bare-chested movie actors that his dad had shown him to get his opinion of them. His cock got even harder as he thought about how damn sexually attracted he was to studs like the actor Brian Keith, who had a sensationally hot chest, or Clint Walker who was a man's man in every sense of the phrase, or Chuck Connors, who seemed so macho and had a great chest, too, yet seemed so vulnerable. He again thought of the silverfox, John Forsythe and how the man's splendidly handsome qualities and pretty face made him horny. Thinking about John Forsythe, out of nowhere turned Steve's mind to a visual image of his grandfather, JL Thompkins, taking off his robe to stand by their pool bare-chested with only a skimpy bathing suit on. Steve knew his grandfather had a sexy chest with two mantits he would enjoy playing with, if ever provided the occasion. He smiled, chuckled and stroked his cock a little faster remembering a couple of times as a child when his granddad held him while he playfully unbuttoned part of JL's shirt and finagled his little hand inside to touch his grandfather's chest and to try and find his nipples. He knew the deep copper-red color of the man's tits had always caught his attention as a little boy. Steve played with is balls and caressed their underside as he considered his grandfather as a sexual being. He wondered if his granddad had gotten horny with his grandmother out of town. He wondered if they were still sexually active. The thought of making it with JL crossed his mind, but he would not go there nor linger on the thought. Steve released his erection and stopped stroking knowing he was about to bring himself off. He considered going for a dip in the pool, but decided to just enjoy the quiet time. . It had seemed years since only he few days ago when he and Lee had first engaged with each other in a physical way. As if turning on a videotape, Steve replayed that first incident when his father had asked him to unbutton his shirt for him. There in the middle of the night, with tens of stars shining down upon him and the sexual encounter with General Ryan left behind, Steve heard his dad's voice in his memory bank. The vocal echo of the memory remained vivid. Steve could hear his father once again. "So, I was thinking, maybe I could get you to help me unbutton this dang shirt and let me get out of it," Lee had asked his son. Steve stopped in his tracks. He knew what his father had said, but he could hardly believe it. He had often wanted to hear those words from his dad. "Oh wow, dad," Steve remembered exclaiming. He replied, "Sure dad. No problem. I can do that." His father had instructed him, "I need help like this from you. Just untuck my shirttails from my pants, and then begin to open the buttons from top to bottom. Easy as one, two, three." Steve smiled. He aimlessly mumbled, "I know, dad. I've just never unbuttoned your shirt, well, at least not since I was just a little tike." Lee smiled. He again placed his hand on Steve's shoulder. Their eyes locked. Steve's mind played the rest of he scene as though it were unfolding yet again. Steve moved closer, grabbed his dad's shirt near his waistline where it ran inside his pants, and began to edge it out. It did not take long. As soon as the shirt was untucked, Steve observed that just the one act made his dad look more relaxed, more casual, and more comfortable. "Go on, Steve. Now the buttons," Lee said inviting his son to continue. The image of his father holding his arms out wide away from his body remained vivid. As the father in charge he wanted to be confident because he wanted his son to enjoy helping him like this. "I am a little awkward, dad; a little shy," Steve knew he had said before slowly moving his fingers to the shirt button below the neckline button that his dad had loosened when removing his tie earlier. "No need to be shy, Stevie. We're both just guys. Nothing but a hairy chest under this shirt; nothing to scare you, boy." Steve recalled when he nervously began to work on the first button. It unhooked. His fingers opened his dad's shirt. Beautiful chest hair appeared. Steve swallowed and parted the shirt to get a better view. His father smiled and whispered, "Go ahead, do the rest." Steve could now recall the first button seemed impossible to undo, but the more buttons he popped open, the easier it got and the hotter and hotter his father's chest became to him the more it was revealed. His fingers unhooked the next button and let his hands spread the shirt to reveal even more of his dad's sexy skin and hairy chest. He felt his cock begin to throb; it turned him on beyond compare to be this close to his dad and to know his father wanted him to help get his shirt off. Lee had told Steve afterward that could feel the sexual tension emitting from his son's body. To calm Steve and make him confident he whispered, "That's nice, Steve, I am feeling better already." And then, Steve unsnapped the next to last button of his father's shirt and moved his hands up to spread the shirt. The large brown pecs, high curves, and sexy vista of a well-built man were evident. Letting his eyes bathe over the middle portion of his dad's manly torso, Steve could barely comprehend the moment. With just an open slit down the entire front of the shirt, the son could again recall how much he desired the sight of his manly father and how much of a hunk his dad always had been. He thought his dad seemed to get better with age. He remembered the times swimming with his dad and how he always wanted to be close to him in the water to admire his broad shoulders, his beefy pecs, his flat belly, his trim waistline, and even his father's seductive nipples. As he had worked at the buttons of his shirt, Steve recalled how awesome it had been when his dad looked downward to observe his son taking in every inch of his revealed chest. Steve knew his dad had wanted to encourage him. Lee urged, "Go ahead, Steve; Let's see if you think your old man is a stud. If I still have it like when you were a kid." As he sat there in the lounger letting the memories flood his mind. Steve wished he could return to that moment when his fingers undid the bottom button on his dad's shirt just prior to spreading it apart to reveal his father's awesome chest. Steve remembered wanting to reach up and run his hands inside his dad's open shirt, but he had no idea what his dad would and wouldn't allow or might enjoy. Instead, he studied the silky fur spring out from his dad's upper body while the last button parted and his father's entire shirt was open from throat to belly button. Steve took in his dad's navel; it was deep, inviting and sexy. Steve again felt his cock calling for his attentions when he replayed the next moment between him and his dad. Steve remembered asking Lee, "Can I take it off you?" He would never forget how his father released a slow, tight smile. He winked at his son, patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "Please, my son, please, Stevie. Strip me. Get this damn, starched shirt off me." Steve leaned up, grabbed the shirt at his dad's shoulder and peeled it backward. Electric charges raced up and down his body, as he revealed more and more of his father's gorgeous torso. His dad's upper body was nicely tanned, with enough hair to be manly and attractive, but not so much as to be too furry or to hide the curvatures of his fantastic muscles. He noticed that his dad's belly was still hard and flat, although he did not have a defined six-pack. He also studied the protuberant roundness and melon size of his father's chest muscles, and then he parted the shirt enough to see his father's luscious, deep brown, and perfect left nipple. Lee could see a tidal wave of excitement overtaking his son. The young man's facial expression of euphoria pleased the father. Lee then felt his son begin lifting the shirt from around his waist, his chest and then his shoulders. Steve again reached up to caress his own sensitive nipples as he remembered looking closely at his father's sexy and hot torso after he removed his father's shirt. The view sent Steve toward an orgasm. Remembering the moment caused Steve to pinch hard at his right nipple and to again move a hand down to caress his cock and balls. He considered his father's bare upper body sexier and hotter than that of movie star Sean Connery. The lining of fairly thick, dark curly chest hair started a couple of inches below his dad's neck to fan out over the large, muscular mounds of his pecs. Around his dad's bulging hard breasts, the silky hair was dusty and sexy, but not so thick. It was thickest right in the middle of his dad's chest, with a sexy treasure trail of hair that ran to his belly button. It narrowed over his diaphragm only to spread luxuriously again over his abs and around his navel and finally tapering again as it disappeared beneath the waistband of the pants he unfortunately had on to cover his privates. The son then noticed the real treasures, the gems of his father's chest, yes, his distinguished father's succulent mannips. They were beautiful. Beyond compare. Nicely round and a pretty crispy brown in color. They were large, but not so large as to look odd. The delicious almost half-dollar sized areolas and thick, pointed tits capped his father's pecs in a perfect position. The meaty tips of the nipples stuck out noticeably. Steve had often studied them as an impression under his father's shirts. Steve lusted for them. He could not take his eyes from them. Steve noticed that the thinner coverage of hair on his dad's breasts allowed his father's beautiful nipples to stick out as though offering themselves to the viewer rather than being hidden by the surrounding hair. He again desired to reach up and run his hands through the inviting hair on his father's chest and to cup his tits in both hands. Steve remembered thinking about what it would feel like to have his dad's pecs in his hands and to rub the palms of his hands back and forth over his father's substantial nipples. He desperately wanted to caress the tit point until it grew hard, erect and needy. He wondered if his dad would moan. Maybe he would lightly pinch both tits at once to release a groan from deep within his dad's sexual being. And now, he knew what it felt like and it felt heavenly. And yes, the fatherly tits would turn erect and hard with just the slightest of stimulation and that working them made his manly dad moan and groan from down deep. "Steve, Steve, what are you doing out here?" The voice was not his father's, yet he recognized it. "Well, I am glad to find you here. I want to talk." To his surprise, Steve cleared the webs of memories and images of the male chest from his mind, looked to his left, adjusted his eyes, and there stood General Ryan over him. The general had on a long, white robe. With just the dim glow of poolhouse light to see by, the man still looked great. '"Steve, I couldn't sleep. Please give me the opportunity to apologize again... to beg for your forgiveness." Steve adjusted the towel to cover his erection. He felt exposed and vulnerable, yet it very much pleased him to know that a man of General Ryan's command would have cared enough to have come looking for him to apologize a second time. Steve did not reply. The general knelt down to be within inches of Steve there in the lounger. "Well, this is certainly where we started thing earlier tonight," the older man surmised. "Steve, I beg for your forgiveness. I was no officer nor a gentleman, good neighbor, respectable lover, or anything of the sort. I was way of line and just a horny SOB. Please, please forgive me." A wave of both control and lust overwhelmed Steve. The sexy, handsome qualities and magnificent style of General Ryan just would not stop ravishing his best sense of judgment. Studying the hot, polished and so-damn-fit general standing before him forced a horny sense of adrenalin rushing throughout Steve's body. He did not know how to reply, yet he liked the position that the general had taken to apologize, and he liked being the one who could either accept or reject the apology. A strange sense of wanting to manipulate the sophisticated general overtook Steve. Before he could edit his words or reconsider them, he looked at General Wesley Ryan and said, "Stand up, stand up and remove your robe." "What? What was that?" the general asked to make sure he had heard correctly. I said, "Stand up and remove your robe. Do as I say. If you can take an order rather than just always giving them." Wesley Ryan released a tight smile across his face. He slowly stood. He said, "Steve, I don't have anything on under here except my sleeping shorts. I just want you to know that with us being out here by the pool exposed and all." "I am glad to hear that general. Nobody is around except Lenny and Colonel Harding sleeping off their blowjobs. Now off with the robe." Standing by the lounger, with Steve staring up at him, Wesley Ryan slowly untied the robe, parted it, and then began removing it from his body. When he parted the front of it, Steve again got to admire the rush of sex appeal that flooded his sight as the middle of General Ryan's pretty chest was shown, then his flat, handsome belly, and then the sweeping beauty of his ripened breasts and, most of all, the crowning charms of his appetizing mannips. Wesley Ryan let the robe drop to the cement decking of the pool. He held his hands away from his body and spread his legs further apart as though to present himself to Steve. Steve stood up from the lounger. He stared at the general with their faces inches apart.. He eyed the man, bathed his body with his eyes, and then the sexual aura of the older man overtook Steve. He wanted Wesley Ryan again. His cock ached to be touched by him. Steve grabbed the flanks of the general's night shorts and pulled the fabric down the man's legs. When they were below his knees, he used his sternest voice to say, "Step out of them, general. Step out of those shorts and get yourself naked before me." Without hesitating, the general did as he was instructed to do by his younger commander. He felt the night air breeze across his cock. He felt his balls begin to churn from he excitement of being with Steve again. "So, you want to apologize and even the score, General Ryan," Steve asked rhetorically. "Please, let me," Wesley Ryan asked. "Then first, turn around and show me your raw ass. Do it!" Steve watched and licked his lips as his elder neighbor slowly turned to present his bare bottom to him. "Bend over, General Ryan. Do it!" The general bent his body to stick his butt out toward Steve. Steve took a couple of steps forward, slowly moved his right hand to the general's right buttocks, caressed it, massaged it, and then patted it lightly once, twice and again. Just as he knew the general had relaxed, Steve pulled his arm back, flattened the palm of his hand, and then slapped the crap out of the man's behind, striking the right ass cheek with an enormous force. The slap stung the older man. When the general tried rubbing his butt to ease the sting, Steve forced his hand away. "That is just what you deserve, general. Just what you deserve. And you deserve another." And Steve slapped the man again. " Wesley Ryan grunted in a way that sent exciting chills throughout Steve's body. The sexiness of the grunt made Steve want to hear the man grunt in pain again. So he again slapped the man and when Wesley Ryan grunted even louder, Steve slapped his ass again and again and again. When Steve had tired, he had administered 12 slaps to the man's good-looking bottom. His meaty ass cheeks were red. Steve's handprints were evident. Steve moved in very close to the general. He began to rub his ass to soothe the burn he had caused. When he saw the general relax and begin to enjoy his caresses, Steve grabbed the general around his bare belly, held him tight, lifted the towel covering himself, and then pushed the head of his cock into Wesley Ryan's ass. Steve's long, turgid dick did not penetrate far, but the few inches of penetration and the size of his cock again made the general grunt. "The unexpected is a little scary, huh General Ryan," Steve asked with the first part of his cock stuffed into the man. Breathing deep, the general responded, "Yes, yes it is," he paused, wiggled his ass to tighten his anal grip on Steve's enormous cock and then said, "But you feel nice, Steve. Go ahead. Go ahead, screw me. Take your vengeance by screwing me now!" Wesley Ryan began to hump the lengthy pecker penetrating his ass. He pushed down on it and Steve found his cock buried at least two thirds of the way into the man. The burn of the general's ass made him gasp. With his dick planted fairly deep inside the older man's heated ass, Steve moved his hands up to Wesley Ryan's chest, squeezed his nice breasts, and then found his long tits with his fingertips. Both men enjoyed the moment. Steve considered ramming his older lover with all his might and to forcibly pump fast and furious in and out of him until the man begged off. But Steve knew he was not there for the general's enjoyment, and he was not going to screw the man in the open beside the pool nor give the man the pleasure. Steve's mental pistons reminded him that he did not want to share with Wesley Ryan what he was waiting to share with his father, and he knew that such an act would signify their relationship to be something much more than he wanted at this point. He also did not want the general gaining control of their relationship again by enticing him into a fuck session regardless of how much he knew he wanted his cock to screw the distinguished man's fine ass. Instead, Steve instructed, "We're not finish with your punishment, sir." Steve pulled his dick out of he general's tight butt, and instructed, "Now listen to me and follow these instructions. And follow my orders specifically. Remove my towel, bring our crotches together, beg me, and I mean, beg me to forgive and forget your intentions to try and rape me, and then ask me to, no beg me to punish you. Beg me to punish you by abusing your tits.. Do it! " "Steve? What? What was that?" the general asked hardly believing that this young man was taking such control and commanding him to belittle himself. Yet, Wesley Ryan felt his own cock springing a boner. He wanted Steve's forgiveness and he wanted to forget what had occurred between them. Most of all, he wanted the young man to know he could play along to get along. Steve repeated his desires and again ordered his older neighbor to "beg me to punish you by your tits." "You've got it, Steve. If that's what you want from me; I agree." Without saying another word, Wesley Ryan twisted the knot in Steve's towel, opened the white fabric, and removed it from Steve's waist. The men stood there together naked. The general smiled as Steve's very long cock stood at attention, waving between them. His own cock again grew more, and he felt his balls itching of sexual anticipation. He reached his arm around Steve's waist to bring his young lover closer to him. It didn't take much before he felt Steve's thick, domed cockhead hitting him at his bellybutton and then felt his own stiffening cock touching Steve's heavy balls. Steve lifted General Ryan's chiseled and sexy chin up, their eyes locked, both felt this dicks and balls dancing and kissing and discovering each other. Steve said, "Now beg. beg me to overlook your being way out of line, General Ryan. Beg!" Wesley Ryan could not help himself. He would beg. He would beg and even enjoy it. Yet, Steve's impressively long cock dominating his own stiffening, older and smaller dick out weighed everything. Without realizing his actions, he grabbed Steve's cock, brought his erection along side it, and then caressed both of their dicks together. Both men exhaled and then gasp the night air and then moaned. Both wanted the other in a state of hot lust. He knew Steve was about to pull away when Wesley Ryan began mouthing the words, "I beg you, Steve, my friend, my lover. I beg you, please, please, please forgive my improper actions. Please forgive me. I was wrong. Totally out of line." Steve very much liked the situation. He could not resist the general at that moment. He leaned in, pulled Wesley Ryan's starkly handsome face to his own, collapsed their lips together, and engaged the man in a long, wet and very affectionate kiss. The general kept stroking both of their cocks. He moved so allow their balls to hit against each other. He returned the kiss with great lust and gusto. He moaned deeply and loudly to let Steve know how much it meant to him. When they ended the kiss, he knew what else remained and he followed his young lover's orders. "Please Steve, please. I want to feel your punishment to know you have forgiven me. Please, please, torture my tits. Torture my long, sexy, hot tits that need you to work them, abuse them and make them ache." Steve reached down, licked his lips, and let his fingertips contact the general's extended mannips. "I'm going to make you cry a little, General Ryan. Hurt a little, ache a little, burn a little." "Please, yes, whatever. Punish me, Steve. You need the retribution; I need the correction. Steve returned to how angry he had been when Wesley Ryan attempted to rape him. He recalled how the general had penetrated his ass without permission. He remembered how the general had attempted to wrestle him down to screw him knowing he had requested not to do so. Steve pinched the general's mannips as hard as he could. Wesley Ryan looked at him without any expression of pain and again he said, "Please, I beg you, Steve, please, hurt me, work those nips, make me respect you." Steve then pinched the meat of the general's fine nipples even more. Just as he had wanted to do earlier, he pulled the elongated and pointed stems of the man's nipples out away form his chest. Seeing the tit meat stretched turned Steve on more than he wanted to admit to himself. He pulled and tugged. Wesley Ryan winced and continued to beg Steve. Steve then twisted both tits with a lot of force. He twisted them hard one way and then the other. Wesley Ryan felt excruciating pain. Having his tits pinched hurt some, but not overwhelmingly so. Having their long, perky tips pulled out and stretched did not hurt much at all because Wesley Ryan had many a lover, including his wife, who enjoyed teasing him with that activity; the long tits of his nipples seemed to invite it. But when Steve began to twist and screw them first once way and then sharply back the other way while letting his fingernails bite into his tittie skin, it hurt and painfully so. "Oh Steve, please, oh Steve, you are hurting me. Oh man, please, please, damn!." Steve pulled, tugged, twisted, pinched and manhandled the general's hardened nipples for a log while. He knew they would be sore when he finished. When he heard the general beg, "Please Steve. I respect you, please, please, love me, please stop this and make love to my tits. Please love my tits.. Please, I am sorry for what I did. Please, please be easy on my nips." Steve twisted each back and forth once again before digging his nails into the tips of both. He eased off the pressure he had applied to the meaty mannips. He realized that the retired officer's exceptional tits turned him on in a strange way. They were red and looked scarred from his abuse. The tits had impressions of dents from his nails in them. They were noticeably smaller. The general had tears in he eyes. Steve knew that he had never twisted on anyone's tits with such force, not even his dad's the previous morning in the pool. Without any further hesitation, Steve leaned down and in a loving, but animalistic kind of way, he began to kiss, lap and moisten the general's now sore and very tender nipples, He treated first the left, then the right and then back to the left. The general embraced him. "Oh yes, Steve, oh yes, my lover. Doctor my tits. Nurse them. Make them want your loving, Oh yes, that feels so good, so good." The general grabbed their cocks and began to stoke them with a great sense of authority and urgency. He aimed to get them both to shoot while Steve nursed his abused and reddened mannips. For several minutes standing in the glow of the poolhouse light, just about where the general had engaged him and his father just a day earlier, Steve used his tongue to take the sting away from Wesley Ryan's burning mantits while the general pushed their boiling balls together and beat their dicks in synchronization. The make up sex between them had both bodies in overdrive, steaming, pulsating, and needing release. "Yes Steve, oh yes. Your tongue feels great. So good, I love you, son. I am sorry. I want this, this hotness together, this living, these times, where I control our cocks together for our mutual pleasure, and you own my rich, tender nipples, and all of the rest of me." Steve knew he was close. He wanted to shoot off. He heard the general moan down deep. He reached down and measured the man's cock. He palmed it. It was way hard and on the verge. He wanted Wesley Ryan to know everything was okay, He liked the man. He did not know if he could forget his earlier actions or have sex with him in the future when his father was around, but for the moment, he wanted the man. Steve slowly knelt down, looked up at Wesley Ryan and whispered, "I forgive you, General Ryan. I forgive you, and I do want you." Steve then leaned in to take the general's bloated, leaking and wet cock into his mouth. He went down on the older man, feeling the tip of his manroot sink into his throat. He felt Wesley Ryan guide the back of his head with his right palm. He felt the mature man buck his hips and heard him scream out from the oral pleasure. Steve began to bob his head along the beautiful shaft, letting go of any reservations, grabbing the general by his ass to push him forward and to control his movement. He sucked Wesley Ryan's immature cockhead with great intensity. The general exclaimed, "Oh gawd, Stevie. I love you, son. I am so sorry. So, sorry." The decorated officer released a guttural moan. He bucked his hips quickly three or four times, and his body shook. The pressurized and devoted suction of Steve's young mouth provided charges of pleasure the man had seldom ever felt. The rush of a mighty orgasm overtook his mature body almost immediately. His voice soaked in sexual fervor whimpered, "I am so shooting off, shooting off, cumming all for you, my young lover." Steve let the first long stream of thick cum shot down into his throat and into his body. He edged off the man's swollen and belching pecker to let the second shot of mancum fill his mouth. He purposefully tasted Wesley Ryan's essence. The third shot coated his lips and shot out to foam around his nose and down on his cheek. He pulled off the hard, shooting mancock to watch the remainder of the general's orgasm. The fourth and fifth shots were smaller, but as Steve reached up to tickle the general's boiling balls, the man cried out, "Oh damn, oh Steve, so good, so darn good. More, more, make me shoot again and again and again." Wesley Ryan looked down to watch the last shot or two bolt from his fiery rod. The older man's cum lasted quite a while. Steve knew the man provided a large volume of cum considering not only his age, but also their earlier ejaculations. And then, Steve felt a need to cum himself,. He sat back on the chaise lounger. His erection stuck out long and proud and needy. His cockhead was red from the eagerness of the situation and its need to burst. He brought the general onto his lap. He let his erection push up between the general's inner thigh and his nutsac. And then Steve grabbed his dick, stroked it tightly from where it emerged from the general's thigh to the head. He stroked it three, maybe four times before lifting his hips. He smiled at the General and with Wesley Ryan urging him to "shoot that stuff all over my belly and up to my chest, Steve. Shoot it out strong!. Shoot it from your loins. My man!" Steve grabbed the general's head, forced it to his right breast, positioned his nipple to the man's lips and ordered, "Suck my tit while I cum. Suck it, general, suck it hard." And Wesley Ryan accommodated his lover." Steve moaned, His cumquake shook his body,. He reached up and grabbed the general's left tit to squeeze it. As the general cried out from the pain emitting from his tortured and very sore mantits, Steve shot off. The first and greatest shot flew out to hit the general's chin, with droplets of it hitting the man's throat and upper chest. "That's it, Stevie. Oh yes, you are a shooter. What a big man, you are, my lover. Such a cock, such a long, fine shooting cock" Steve relaxed to enjoy the second, the third and the fourth great shots that surged out of his cannon of a cock to soak the general's flat belly, to run down into his thinning pubes, and to even land back down on the older man's spent dick. They collapsed together. The general's naked body covered Steve's. They hugged, they kissed, and they humped their naked cocks together. They made out for a long while there under the stars. At one point, Steve scooped a droplet of his cum from the end of General Ryan's long tit and touched it to the older man's lips. The general licked his lips in a appreciation and smiled. Wesley Ryan then grabbed Steve's cock with its fresh droplets of cum around its head, lowered his chest to Steve's middle, and then took the young man's lengthy cock and painted the remainder of the cock juices on his right tit and around his breast. Steve smiled. Steve did not know how he would balance the feelings he had for Wesley Ryan with the devotion he had for his father. Wesley Ryan did not know how he could continue a relationship with Steve when his wife returned or when Dave Harding might be very jealous about it. Yet, as they kissed and the general caressed Steve's fine, fine ass, and Steve lapped at the general's very sore nipples, they both knew they did not want this to be their last time together.. . End Note: Let us hear form you. If we are entertaining you or giving you reason for personal excitement, let us know. Please write us letting us know what is exciting you about the storyline and what you most like or even do not like so much. 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