Date: Sat, 17 May 2014 12:35:44 -0400
From: JM Stone <riversplash21@gmail.com>
Subject: His Father's Chest, Part 8

PART EIGHT:
SHIFTING SCENES AND SITUATIONS

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to enhance solo and safe sex. Anyone under age 18 should refrain from
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Preview Notes: Readers are encouraged to read this series form its
beginning to get the full impact of the characters and their actions. The
first seven chapters emphasized the evolving sexual relationship between
Lee, a father, and Steve, his son.  Both are attractive, virile and smart
men who have been in troubling relationships as straight men. In Part
Eight, situations, circumstances and emotions begin to shift. Lee realizes
his son turns him on like a switch and controls sexual situations between
them. Steve realizes though that before his father is really going to let
go of his inhibitions, he is going to need a plan of action. Meanwhile, a
new character emerges on the scene and enjoys seeing Lee and Steve
shirtless around their pool. There are a lot of shifts of situations here
in Part Eight. But be warned, some might leave the reader as anxious and
horny as they leave the characters. Enjoy

By: Jammer Stone

Just as they both relaxed to the floor and began to recover, they heard the
television announcer declare, "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's feature
match ends in a 30-minute draw. We have a tie between the great Bruno
Sambartini and the legendary Lou Hesz. Let's give them both a big round of
applause." The announcer then held aloft the hands of both wrestlers to
show the mutual victory as the camera zoomed in close to scan their
terrific bodies.

"Oh yes, wow,' Steve said. "Now, we get great views of both of these
studs. Look at the sweat on Bruno's massive chest. And how huge his chest
muscles are."

Lee patted his son on his upper leg and advised him to "Take it easy,
Stevie. I am still trying to catch my breath over our own action here."

"Sorry dad. But damn, look at how fuckin' meaty and thick Bruno's tits
are. Not as perfect or as pleasing as yours, but enough for me to want to
work over."

"Steve, Steve, please. I didn't know my son admired older men like this..."

"Admire, yes, and appreciate a fine, mature, handsome physique developed
because of hard work, great genes or both," Steve explained.

As the camera lingered on the outstandingly handsome face, chest and long
legs of Lou Hesz, Lee could tell that his son was enthralled. He felt some
resentment, both that the wrestler could compete for his son's admirations
as well as that Hesz was bigger than Lee. And bigger not only by being
taller and heavier, but having the larger chest, the longer legs, and
likely the bigger cock from all indications.

The moment and evening overtook Lee's control of his better judgment. He
uttered, "Now that is a hot looking man, Steve."

Steve smiled at his dad, chuckled, and replied, "Glad to hear your
approval, old man. It doesn't turn a guy queer to appreciate and evaluate
another dude's body, especially one as fine and interesting as either of
these guys."

Lee nodded and said, "Then having your permission son, I'll also say that
Mr. Hesz likely gives his wife fits with that bod and that tool hanging
from between those long, gorgeous legs."

Steve chuckled, enjoying this chat with his dad, Steve added, "That is
Mrs. Hesz or maybe all the guys in the locker room. I betcha' Lou Hesz
could flat out fuck any one other wrestler around."

Wanting to survey his son and learn more about his sexuality and interests,
Lee asked, "So Steve, what do you like about each of these guys? What would
you most like to caress if in bed with either of them?"

"Well dad, if I can be honest and not have it held against me..."

"You can," Lee assured.

"Then, I'd take a go at working and torturing those fat nipples of Bruno's
until he begged off... and well, with Lou Hesz, I'd like that handsome man
to hold me and to wrap those long, powerful legs all around me."  Lee
nodded affirmatively. He understood both choices.

Both men continued to look at the screen, after a fairly long pause, Steve
looked at his dad and asked, "So, what about you? How do each of them turn
you on, dad?"

Lee Jacobs grabbed his son by the shoulder, patted him on the back, and
left his hand there on his kid's bare skin to rub it. He replied "I am so
old, Steve, those two would break me."

"But you're not answering the question," the son challenged.

"And I won't answer it, although there would be plenty to enjoy abut
Mr. Hesz in particular, and I could enjoy seeing just how ripe and big
those cement melons are that Sambartini has for biceps. How's that?

"I love you, dad. You are so great. You do almost anything I want."

"Well, almost, Steve. But, as you know, I have my limits."

Steve grabbed the opportunity and moment, "Can we talk about those?  I
mean, I really want to go further with you. To give you more of me and to
enjoy seeing my father in the absolute heat of passion."

"Ah Stevie, we've already experienced quite a lot. And everything
considered, we would likely do well to be wise enough to stay within some
boundaries."

"How would you feel if I broke those boundaries, dad? Just broke them
somehow?"

Lee studied his son and replied, "I cannot say how I would feel,
Stevie. Likely very good in the momentary physical sense because what we
have between us sexually seems too strong and rich. That is, if the past
couple of days are an indication. But, long-term, Steve, I don't know. No,
we should keep the boundaries in place."

"But what if I didn't?" Steve challenged.

"Then, I'd likely either be very upset with you or else appreciate your
aggression, kid. It would be your call... your gamble... your risk"

Steve paused to let his father's feedback sink in. The pause turned
long. He thought that maybe he needed a plan. And then Lee said, "For
instance, son, if you got me in a situation to where it was against my
will, and I had no choice, then, it's not on me, good or bad. And right
now, the duty and responsibility of respect and avoiding the taboo is on me
as the father in this here relationship."

Steve thought again about having a plan. He knew execution would be
critical.  Neither man knew what the long-term future held, but both knew
that the days ahead likely held more hot times and wonderful
pleasures. Steve began to nonchalantly trace Lee's inward belly button with
his index finger, feeling the hairs around it, noticing its depth again,
thinking that he would have to sometimes soon screw it with his pointed
tongue. He moved his hand on down to lightly rub just above his father's
pubes.  Wondering if his son still had an interest in more sex between
them, Lee also leaned up from the floor, grabbed Steve by the shoulder, and
cautioned, "Oh no, my lad... stop that stuff... you'll kill me if I try to
jack again."  Steve chuckled and removed his hand. Lee reclined again, back
to the comfortable rug. Steve turned, again admired his father's exciting
upper body, patted his dad on his bare hip, and cleared his throat.  "So,
what say, we go for a dip in the pool? A good way to bathe and get the
residue off, what you say, dad?"

Thinking the night air mixed with the coolness of the pool's water would be
a refreshing way to end things before bed, Lee offered his hand to
Steve. "Help your old man off this floor, and I'll do that. Good idea,
Stevie."

The twosome went out the back door naked before Lee realized the amount of
light provided by the new deck lighting he had installed recently and an
overhead outdoor light just outside the small pool house. He stopped,
turned to Steve, and said, "you go ahead, I'm going to get my trunks I have
in the wash room. One of us should be covered just in case the neighbors
are out and get too damn curious." Steve told his dad that it was their
pool, their private party, and their private time and space and that he
should not be so concerned. Still, to be cautious, Lee turned to head back
inside to quickly put on the pair of blue bathing trunks he knew were just
a few feet away.

Within minutes, both men were in the pool and had swam to the opposite end,
turned and completed another lap. When they had finished the lap and a half
and were at the end of the pool farthest from the patio and the lights,
both stopped, grabbed the side of the pool, and started to chat. The water
felt great to both of them. Their past hours and episodes of hot sex had
both men a little tired, but feeling great.

As Lee turned to face his son by the wall of the pool, he felt Steve's hand
on the middle of his chest. Within seconds, Steve had again found his right
tit. He allowed his son to strum it several times. Even in the pool, the
feeling of wild sensuality flared around Lee's mannip and fired throughout
his chest and into his loins. Steve spent a few more seconds playing with
Lee's sexy nub then placed his hand back under the water. With great
intentions, he grabbed his father's swimsuit at its flanks and began to
edge it from around Lee's hips.

Lee asked, "And what do you think you have in mind, young man? Are you
going to chase me from here and make me go to the other end of the pool for
my own safety?"

"Come on, nothing has to happen.  Just let me try something for the fun of
it."

Lee smiled at Steve, wondering what the young man had in mind. He loved
seeing his son's energy and enthusiasm and sense of play. He knew Steve was
doing emotionally better than he had in months. He was proud to have helped
his son. His curiosity also out fought his sense of reservation.

"Well, okay, kiddo, but I don't promise how long I will cooperate or as
tired as I am, how much I'll be able to help."

"All you need to do is to keep your back to the pool wall, hold on to it to
steady yourself, and here we go," Steve advised.

Lee again looked down to watch as Steve brought his hands to the flanks of
his swimsuit and began to slowly lower it, removing the covering from his
hips. Seeing his son strip him of his swim suit there in the pool and
knowing they were both naked in the family pool for the first time ever was
mildly exciting to Lee as the father.  He saw Steve lower his trunks down
to his ankles, then use his feet to take them off. Steve did not bother to
grab the fabric instead letting it sink to the pool's bottom.

"And now, for the rest of the show, Mr. Jacobs.  Hold on and don't move."

Steve then took a deep breath, and Lee watched as his son let his body sink
below the surface.  At first his felt Steve's lips nibbling and kissing at
the middle of chest, then quickly over his right nipple, but without
tarrying there as Lee had hoped he would, his son went down further to his
belly, navel, and pubes.  Without time to think about what Steve was going
next, Lee found out the point of his son's interest.

Steve placed a quick kiss and a little light suck at the base of his dad's
penis and as Lee watched from above and while his son's air held, Steve
drew his head back, grabbed his dad's flaccid cock at its base to steady
it, and then placed his puckered lips around the uncut, juicy head.  Just
like a fish, at first he nibbled, then he sucked, and then he ate.

Lee did not resist. The feeling was immense.  He grabbed the edge of the
pool with his fingertips, leaned his back on the cement, and cried out, "oh
damn, Oh, wow! What a feeling!" Steve provided his dad with about 10 or 15
seconds of passionate oral love before leaving his sexual fishing pole to
surface and catch his breath.

Lee was gasping when Steve inhaled fresh air and came up from the pool to
be close and face to face with him. Lee knew the sensation had been so
great that had he grown partially hard again. He knew that if the
underwater suction of his cock could have lasted, Steve would have brought
the juices out of him in just a minute or so.

"You have talents beyond my knowledge, my son." Lee said.

"And you have a cock beyond my wildest fantasies, my father."

Lee felt Steve's palm go around his dick as they clung to the pool.  The
moment was playful and fun, but with the recent cum he had enjoyed, Lee did
not feel his cock getting fully hard. His son still complimented him. He
hugged his son and they both played in the pool together for a while. At
one point, Steve shouted out, "you are the best dad, the absolute best and
everyone around should know it."

But with it being near midnight, Lee thought it was time to end the fun and
head to the house before any neighbors came out to look over the fence. Too
late for that though.  Forgetting his trunks at the bottom of the pool, Lee
swam a couple of laps before lifting his nude body from the water.  Steve
was a few feet behind him.  Lee grabbed a couple of towels from the pool
house, threw one at his son, and had started to dry himself when he looked
up to see none other than General Wesley Ryan coming toward them after
clicking the gate between their two residences.

"Good evening, gentlemen," the general greeted them. "A little late, but a
great night for a midnight swim."

"Hope we didn't disturb you, General Ryan," Lee said wrapping the towel
around his waist and extending his hand to the older neighbor.  "No, no
way," the general replied, "I just wanted to come over and chat a while,"
he said and then Lee noticed the distinguished and silver-haired man taking
a long look at his son's body. Steve had not bothered to tie a towel around
his waist instead he continued to dry his bare legs, back and hair, without
concern that he was bare ass naked in front of a three-star retired
general. He did not know the older man very well, but did not think that
any Army general would be new to young men being naked in front of him.

"Well, we were just finishing up here, but if you are out for a little
company, I'll get Steve to go grab us a beer to finish the night with."

"Well, Lee, that would be very nice and sure would hit the spot," the
general answered.  "My wife has been gone for over a week now, taking care
of a sick mother in the southern part of the state. She likely will be
there two more weeks or so. The guys canceled my poker game for tonight,
last night my civics club meeting was postponed, and today at lunch, my
best friend had to instead take his wife to the doctor. Hell, I haven't
said a word to or heard a word spoken by another person in three fucking
days," the mature officer said. He then looked at Steve and added, "Oh,
excuse the salty language, son. My bad. I forget sometimes that I am not
always around young recruits."

"No problem, General Ryan"

"Nothing he hasn't heard or let slip a time or two," Lee assured and then
chuckled. He then told his son, "Ah Steve, grab those beers now, bring
yourself one, if you like. And put some shorts on while you are in there."

To both Lee's and Steve's notice, the general quickly spoke up and said,
"You don't have to dress on my account. I sleep in the nude mostly. And it
must be the swimming, but both of you younger gents are fine looking men."
Not only did the General make the assessment, but also he particularly eyed
Lee's chest and then reached out and in a friendly and very casual gesture
raked his hand down Lee's hairy left arm. "I admire those who've been in
civilian life, but kept themselves in great shape through the years."

Steve wanted to linger to see where the general or his dad was going to
take the conversation, but he also knew his dad had told him to fetch the
beer and that was the order. He turned to head into the house as his dad
said to the general, "Well, I've tried to stay in shape. And Steve just has
damn good genes."

Steve heard his dad chuckle again at the self-giving compliment and then as
he opened the back door to go inside, he tarried to hear the general say,
"You are a handsome man, Lee, and I know you're wife is an attractive lady,
so I can where the boy gets his exceptional looks. But, let me ask, has
your wife also been out of town?"

"Yes, for quite a while. Too long, so I know what you are feeling about
lacking conversation, companionship and stuff," Lee assured his
neighbor. "It's good to have Steve back home and with me. I enjoy him a
lot."

To his surprise, the General replied, "Yes Lee, any father would enjoy a
handsome young man of Steve's qualities."

He then studied General Ryan for the first time. The general and his wife
had moved in about a year ago. While both couples were pleasant toward the
other, with the Ryans being somewhat older and the Jacobs being busy, they
had not really gotten to know each other. Lee had offered the use of the
pool to them, had invited them to a couple of pool gatherings, but except
for a dinner party of about a dozen people, they had not spent any social
time together.

Now looking at the general, who wearing a short sleeve, button-down shirt
that was unbuttoned about halfway down, Lee noticed just how macho and
reserved General Ryan appeared. Lee also noticed how much his neighbor
looked like the character Jock Ewing on the old Dallas television show. He
looked a lot like Jock Ewing, tremendously controlled, ruggedly handsome,
rangy, and steely eyed. The general had a better complexion, fewer
wrinkles, and did not seem as old, but the resemblance was close.

Lee knew that something had changed within himself, too, when he had not
thought of his neighbor in sexual terms before, but now that he looked at
the general, he wondered what he had going under his shirt and how fit he
might look without the clothes. He knew the man still cut a great figure to
be at least in his early 60s. He also could tell he had broad shoulders and
fairly large biceps. Yet, he could not recall having seen the General
shirtless either when he was out raking leaves or returning from a jog.

Steve returned with the beers. He opened each bottle and passed the first
to the guest, the second to his dad, and left the third on the poolside
table for himself. The general raised his, let a tight smile escape his
lips, and then said, "to my neighbors... who are providing a lonely old
dude a little company on a quiet evening."

The three men clinked their bottles and each of them took a hard swig on
their beer. Lee said, "Glad you stopped over, General Ryan, this is a good
break and a great way to end a long day."

The General winked and responded, "My pleasure. Truly my pleasure."

The three men sat chatting about the pool, the particular beer, and the
Ryans' life in Texas before retiring, and Lee's wife being in Europe for an
extended visit. Lee knew the general easily deduced there were problems
between he and his wife. They also talked about Steve having lived on the
West Coast for two years, attending Stanford, and then deciding to return
home when back-to-back relationships broke his heart and Stanford and Palo
Alto became too expensive a place to live for the return of heartache.

"Well we are just three lonely men, are we not," the distinguished general
asked jokingly,

Lee laughed and said, "Just a neighborhood lonely hearts club."

Bare-chested without a shirt or towel covering his upper body, Steve stood
and asked, "What about a second beer for us? A night cap?"

Lee said, "Please, that is, if the general will stay and have another?"

General Ryan graciously accepted, relaxed, winked at Lee, and said, "I
would like another and both of your fine company very much." As Steve
turned to head back into the house, the general said, "He is a fine, hunk
of a young man, Lee. Not a steroid muscle freak; not a Justin Timberlake
teenage idol, but quite a fine looking guy."

Lee hesitated noticing just how personal, admiring and complimentary the
general's words had been about his son. He agreed, and he knew from the
past couple of days that Steve had an aura about him that was magnetic.

Yet, the general's assessment almost seemed too personal. And then to his
surprise, Lee heard the general say "And, my good neighbor, many a man your
age would love to have your hot upper body.  How do you keep that muscle
tone and those chest curves? Damn! You and your son are studs, Mr. Jacobs."

Lee was thrown totally off base. He again noticed the general's fine looks
and almost returned the compliment in a personal way, too, but changed his
mind. "I am proud of Steve, General Ryan, very proud of him. Sorry he has
such girl troubles, but we've all had them, right General?"

The general looked at Lee seriously and said, "I have had my share. And, by
the way, Mrs. Ryan is the third Mrs. Ryan." Lee let the information sink in
and a pause set in. The general broke the silence by reminding Lee, "Now
good neighbor, I have said this before, but let me remind you, no need to
call me 'general' or 'General Ryan.'  Unless, you just think it works and
makes you more comfortable with me. Or, if you think it might impress
others about who you're neighbors are. But I would be pleased if you and
Steve just called me, "Wes."

Lee told his neighbor that he appreciated the gesture and explained that he
respected the rank, appreciated the general's service to country, and that
he was trying to show his admiration for the career achievement.  But when
Lee said the latter, the older Wes Ryan spoke up and said, "With this
residence, a wife in Europe for an extended vacation, grandchildren, and a
son as impressive as Steve there, I'd say you have done quite nicely for
career achievement yourself, Mr. Lee Jacobs, but if you don't mind, I'll
just call you 'Lee,' good neighbor."

Lee nodded his appreciation and replied, "I understand, Wes. But you'll
just have to overlook it, if I call you general from time to time, and I
will want Steve respecting both you, as the older gentleman, and the rank."

"And that will be fine," General Ryan consented. "Of course, if Steve and I
become working neighbors, and I can get him to help me with a project or
two, then first names will work best there, too."

"Steve there is pretty handy," Lee said, then realized the connotation of
what he had said.

Returning with the second round of beers, Steve heard the remark,
snickered, and said, "Dad's actually the handy one, General Ryan." The two
locked eyes. Lee did not think his son should have made the comment, but
realized he was being too sensitive.

"Anyway, general, I mean, Wes, my son there is a pretty skilled guy at home
projects. He doesn't mind trying anything, he's handy with tools, and he's
got a great mind for troubleshooting."

The general took the beer, tipped it and again offered, "Again, to good
neighbors, good conversation, and those of us who are handy."  He raised
his eyebrow when he said the word "handy," and then followed it with a
wink. All three men took another long swig of their bottle. The second beer
made the conversation even better.

Lee observed that Wes Ryan eyed both him and Steve. It made him curious.
When he deliberately took the towel from around his bare shoulders, leaned
back in his chair, and allowed his full bare chest to be there for the
looking, he very much noticed that the general did not only look but he
stared. At one point when Steve made a comment that cracked the
conversation and all three of them were laughing heartily, Lee Jacobs
noticed how his older neighbor reached over to so blithely slap him on the
chest, and then allowed his palm to linger on his left breast.  Perhaps
earlier in his life he would have been uncomfortable with the touch, but
instead he liked it, and now wished the general had left it on his chest
for a second or two longer, even squeezed him, anything to show if it were
a deliberate move or just incidental.

"Well guys, this beer has been good, but I know I interrupted your evening
and it is getting very late," Wes Ryan said as he put the second bottle on
the table. Then, he piqued both father and son's interest when he said,
"Wish I had a companion back in my bed. I am feeling lusty. Mighty
lusty. Even at 64 years old. You know, guys?"  Lee did not know how to
answer even wondering if the man might be coming on to either him or his
son or both.

Lee smiled and shrugged, but Steve, the ever-ready one, quickly said, "We
all enjoy a good time once in a while, General Ryan. I am sure you have
seen your share."

The General smiled at Steve, nodded affirmatively, got up, chuckled, looked
back at Lee, and then put both of his hands on Steve's bare shoulders and
said, "As long as I was in the Army, my good man, I saw a lot of good times
in a lot of variety. It's almost too difficult to be settled down, retired,
with just Mrs. Ryan these days."  He then squeezed Steve's shoulders,
massaged them a tad, and then as though realizing what he was doing he
looked at Lee and said, "Well Daddy Jacobs, I thank you for inviting me
through the gate. I should have been over sooner. I hope all of us get to
know each other very well. "

Forever the sophisticated one, Lee replied, "that would be my hope too,
Wes. Yes, indeed. We should have had a few beers before now." And then
Steve surprised his father, but very much took the general's interest when
he said, "And the pool is always opened General Ryan. Nothing like getting
out of one's shirt and getting the cool water.  And on occasion, we even
allow skinny dipping here."

A pause came over all three of them as though an unspoken understanding had
been made. And then, Lee said, "We seldom skinny dip, general. We have some
décor and modesty."

But the General extended the direction of the flirtation by adding, "From
what I see, neither the good looking older father nor his dear son here
need much modesty at all."

Feeling the buzz of the beer and also feeling testy and now revved, Steve
bit for the bait.  "Well sir, we have time for another dip, if you want to
shimmy out of that shirt. Let's go."

Lee could not believe his ears. He knew his son wasn't just being
neighborly. It hit him that his son was coming on to the general or else
flirting back at him. The general did not answer immediately, but brought a
hand up to the last closed button on his shirt.  Lee thought he might be
about to strip. It was too late for Lee, and he knew he had a business trip
to begin the next afternoon. He had to call a halt to the evening plus he
did not like his son making the invite.

"General Ryan, maybe in the next few days. But Steve has had his limit on
the beer, it is late for me, and I have sure enjoyed your company."

The General stopped the movement with his shirt, smiled and replied, "I was
tempted to join both of you for that swim. But here it is past
midnight. The beer has me younger than my years. Thanks, Lee, I will make
sure I visit soon."

Before Lee could answer, Steve replied, "Please do General Ryan."

As Lee and his son got into the house, Lee took the towel from around his
waist, went into his bedroom, put on some new gray briefs, and turned to
address his son who was standing in the doorway of his bedroom. "Steve,
it's good to be neighborly and nice, but it almost appeared as though you
were coming on to General Ryan there, son."

Steve looked at his dad, dismissed what he said, and asked, "Is it okay if
I sleep in here with you tonight, dad, or would you come sleep with me?

Lee did not know if it was the beer talking or the action of the past two
days, but he did not like how assertive and dismissive Steve was acting.
"Steve, we're both tired. I leave tomorrow afternoon to head down south for
a couple of days. Let's both get some good rest."

But Steve walked over to his bare-chested father, put both hands on his
dad's upper arms, and said, "I'll let you rest, I'd just like to
snuggle. To feel your hairy chest at my back or my cock down near the crack
of your ass."

Lee noticed Steve slurring his words a little due to the beer and his
apparent sexual excitement. He did not like how Steve had said, "my cock
near the crack of your ass..." He shook his head and said, "Goodnight,
Steve. I've enjoyed the day with you. I love you, son. We can see where
things are when I return. That will only be three nights from now."

Steve could not imagine the days and nights without his father around. He
had felt so close to him, and he very much wanted to continue the sexual
contact. He made his move, "Dad, please, then let's please sleep together
tonight."

Lee said, "I said, goodnight. Please take my direction without a problem
between us, son. Please."

In the dim glow of the room's night light, the father turned to head into
his bathroom to brush his teeth and toilet before hitting the bed. He made
his way to the bathroom's large vanity, took toothbrush in hand, loaded it,
and was about to put it in his mouth, when he realized Steve had not
left. Instead, his son had not only followed him into his bathroom, but
Steve had moved into him, touching his bare stomach to his father's exposed
back, and running one of his soft, smooth hands around to his father's
fronts.

Lee looked spellbound in the mirror as Steve lightly kissed the back of his
neck, smoothly found his father's hypersensitive and needy nipple between
his fingers, and then started a soft, sexy squeeze of the luscious tit that
he knew by now absolutely turned on his father. Lee dropped his toothbrush
in the sink to remove his son's hand from his chest, but Steve was in
charge. Without missing a movement or losing a second, Steve brought his
other hand around to palm Lee's awesome package through the delicate combed
cotton of the expensive briefs. The aggressive tendencies of his son
bothered Lee, yet his body began to surrender so quickly to his son's
embrace. The caressing of his crotch through his briefs combined with the
control of his perky mannip caused him to respond as though starved.

"Oh yes, dad. Yes, I need more of you before you leave. I've needed to feel
you like this ever since going down on you in the pool." Lee felt his body
racing with hormonal fluids. He could not believe how easily and quickly
his son could turn his switches. As Steve worked his tits, he realized the
fleshy nubs were like electric dials ready to sex out the rest of his body
with a mere twist or two. He leaned back into Steve, a position he enjoyed
in moments like these. Against the will of his mind, but for the pleasure
of his body, he relaxed to let Steve's lips tease the receptive skin of his
neck and earlobes and to allow his son to control the meaty buttons of his
chest. He then felt the dual action of his son's fingers working his cock
through the softness of his cotton shorts, making his cock leak its early
cum .  "Damn Steve, I wish you wouldn't do this. Your touch makes me crazy,
Stevie."

"And I am so glad it does, dad. You deserve to feel charged and wanted."

"But Steve, you need to listen to me, damn it," but while he protested, Lee
was surrendering again to his son's advances.

"No problem, dad. You feel great, my man. You feel, just fine."

"Steve, come on, we need to get to bed. I am so tired. There is a time and
place, but not now, my son.."

"Your fine tits and enormous cock say otherwise. Oh yes, they do, sir."

And Lee dropped his eyes downward to watch as his son worked both his shaft
that was pumping out long and straight and his tits that felt as hot as
coals on his chest. He knew he should either stop his son or join in, yet
the feelings his son was sending throughout his horny cock and round, showy
tits were overwhelming.  : 'Shit, Steve, I am overdosing on sex
here. Please, help me. We can't..."

"Yeah, my dad, we can. Yes, we can. Your meaty tits are fabulous, better
than even I ever imagined, and your hairy chest turns me the fuck on like
crazy. And on top of that, I want your cock so badly."

The father let his entire body relax into the confident embrace and tender
caresses that his son offered. Steve let his right hand move gracefully
from one of his dad's taut tits to the other, paying attention to each one,
getting it hard before raking his hand slowly back through his dad's thick,
silky chest fur to the other waiting and anxious nub.  He loved the moment
that his dad released a deep groan of guttural pleasure each time his
fingertips reconnected to the fiery rocket tips of his aroused nipples. The
way his father's perfect tits crowned his glorious chest amazed Steve.

Meanwhile, his left hand controlled his dad's balls and shaft under his
briefs. "Turn around, dad, turn around and let me kiss you, see your
beautiful chest, and get at you closer and deeper and..."

Lee turned immediately and fell into his son, collapsing his mouth around
Steve's. The kiss went very deep, their passion hot and torrid, their
shafts spearing again at each other The father did not know when, but his
son had dropped his own tennis shorts, leaving Steve's cock hard and bare
for his dad's liking as it played with his own big dick.

"I love you, Steve. I am going to miss you, miss this, but we will..."

And then Lee stopped talking. His son had lowered his briefs, allowing his
rigid cock to come waving out, leaking juice, and appearing to be in great
need. It occurred to him that once again to his agreement or not, he was
naked, exposed and available to his son.

Steve's lips left his mouth to quickly travel a path down his throat and
over to his stiff right nipple. Steve slobbered over the fleshy button
giving it a few seconds of attention, but within another groan or two from
his dad, he was on his knees and drilling his tongue into Lee's deep belly
button. He looked up to enjoy watching his dad with head back, eyes closed,
hips jutted forward, and groaning like a teenager getting his first piece.

Lee could not believe his body and his willpower were deserting
him. Without a doubt, the father, grandfather, husband, and church leader
was being taken over by and operated by his supercharged, sexy son of 20
years old. And he knew he was falling completely to whatever his son wanted
when he split his two middle fingers wide, placed them at the base of his
erection and held his cock for his son's fun and service. The recall of his
son's underwater suction of his horny cock came hauntingly back to him as
he considered the mega thrills Steve could give to his loins.

Steve chuckled in appreciation, caressed his father's low hairy low
hangers, bobbed his father's nut sac in his palm, and then encircled the
fleshy foreskin of enveloping Lee's fatherly cock. The moment was intense
for both men.

Lee moaned and watched every bit of the action as his son used his
marvelous tongue to discover his father's foreskin. Lee moaned and bucked
his hips. He wanted to tell Steve to eat his cock. And then Steve opened
his mouth and for the third time in the last couple of days took the head
of his dad's dick into his mouth.

Oh Stevie, gawd!  My son, ooh damn," and then something overwhelming, super
charging, and awesome occurred as Lee felt his son take half of his big
shaft into the wetness of his mouth. Lee felt his cock pulse and jerk and
leak a small shot of cum as though he were having a mini orgasm.

While the feeling rocked Lee, it jolted him back into the time and moment.
He took a selfish 15 or 20 seconds, to enjoy watching his son work his cock
over, licking, sucking and slurping at its head and the first segment of
his long shaft. And then, he forced Steve's mouth from it. He again grabbed
it by the base to rake it over Steve's lips several times.

"Yeah, son Enjoy it! Thirst for your daddy's fine dick." And then in an
almost sense of disciplining Steve, he tapped half the length of his fat
cock into first Steve's left cheek, then his right, and then three times
across his lips. Steve pulled back and looked up at his father. The turgid
cock had stung his face.

"What the hell, dad?"

"Just making sure we both got a grip on things, my little fucker."

"But I want to suck you off, get it back in my mouth, dad. Please!"

Lee answered, "Stop this, Steve. I will not have the first time you give me
a good, ball-breaking blowjob be here while I lean against the sink of my
bathroom, after midnight, just after having beer with the neighbor, and
especially after my fatherly balls have likely been depleted. Oh no. I am
horny and you make me hornier, but not like this."

Steve stood up, took his fingers and made the thumbs and index fingers like
vices to again find his dad's super nips. Lee let Steve take control of his
tits, but he knew the action was stopping for the night. "Enough Steve."

The son let go of his dad's nipples, stepped back, wiped his stinging lips,
and said in dejected voice, "I know when you say what you mean and mean
what you say, old man. Okay."

They looked at each other for several seconds, and the naked son then
leaned in to hug his naked father. Both their now softening cocks touched
and kissed. They ended the embrace and Steve was about to leave the room
when Lee began to step back into his underwear.  Surprisingly, Steve heard
his dad ask, "So Steve son, tell me. Did General Ryan have your sexual
interest tonight? Does he turn you on a little?"

Lee knew his son was becoming smarter, wiser and older when Steve hesitated
and then answered, "Yes, but likely no more than he did you or we did him.
After all, we were three sexy dudes around that table tonight"

"Goodnight Steve. And Steve, thanks for giving me some space, right now,"
Lee said sincerely to his son as his hand rubbed the back of his neck.

"No problem, dad. You leave me horny as hell, but no problem."

Between the two, Lee made his way to his bed and about the time his head
made its indention in his soft pillow and his ass felt the mattress, he was
asleep. Steve though was nowhere near asleep. Instead, he had the
motivation of a plan to now have him wide awake and aching with the
possibilities of carrying out a surprise of surprises for his dad that
could have great reward for him. He did not care if it would keep him up
most of the night. His stretched cock ached from the possibilities.

End Note: Comments about this chapter, the actions, the characters, or
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perhaps our most creative chapter yet. Steve stretches the limits with Lee
and takes his father to new sensations.

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