Date: Sat, 13 Aug 2016 14:09:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Late For Class

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*****

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked, popping my head around the
shower curtain.

Beau looked up from the sink, toothbrush in hand, a froth of toothpaste
foaming his lips as he looked at me quizzically. That big, chunky, hairy
muscle ass of his bulged spectacularly, the way his back was arched, all
unintentionally inviting. He was looking pretty damn spectacular all over,
all thick and plush-muscled, big rounded muscles bulging across his back,
shoulders and upper arms, those twin mounds of hard, round glutes with just
the right amount of jiggle to them when he walked, leading down to his
powerful, chunky thighs. He'd kept his football power alright, even though
he just played varsity flag games now. He was more focused on hitting the
textbooks, rather than the playbooks now that he was getting into his
sophomore year. Still, he'd never looked better.

"I'm gonna be late for class," he said after spitting the toothpaste out.

"The hell with that," I growled, reaching out to snag his elbow and tugging
him back towards me. He didn't resist too much, especially when my head
leaned into his, finding his lips parting, tongue ready to dance with mine
again, just like we'd been doing the last ten minutes in the shower. All
morning in my bed before that. And most of last night too.

"Dude, come on," he sighed reluctantly when we came up for air, but not yet
pulling away from my big, wet hands, leaving imprints all over his thick
flesh as I pawed at him. He just felt too damn good not to touch, y'know?
Getting his beef on, becoming a powerful, thick young bull of an ex-jock,
just like me.

"We got a little time," I grinned, leaning in to lick up the thickness of
his neck, up to that special spot behind his ear, getting rewarded with a
light shiver all over from him. "I'll drop you off, kid."

"You gonna pick me up again afterwards too?" he chuckled, rolling his
eyes. "Just like high school all over again..."

"Not quite," I growled. "Because I wasn't bringing you home to tap this
fine god damn ass of yours again, back then."

This time he was the one hungrily kissing me, flexing those mighty buns of
his in my hands, knowing exactly what I liked.

"Not that we didn't both want you to, Dad," he grunted against my lips,
before playing his talented young tongue back between them, seeking my
tongue again. And finding it, and then some.

"Damn right, buddy," I grunted back. "Wish I had. But that was then, and
this is now..."

"And if we're gonna do it, you need to get your big ass out of the shower,"
he said. "I ain't got time to get wet and dry off all over again."

I yanked the shower curtain back, shut off the water, stepped out and
wrapped him up in my big arms again, kissing him with feverish intensity as
I backed him up against the vanity, feeling our cocks throb up hard between
us. We'd been doing this about a year now, and it still felt a little like
a honeymoon in a way. The way our cocks matched, thick and hard and uncut,
beefy and not too tall, just like the rest of us, still blew my
mind. Especially getting to explore them with each other, making them shoot
our cum for each other every way we could think of, and learning a few new
ones along the way besides. He was making me feel like I was 20 all over
again, not 45.

I might have been the one initiating this, all tooled up after washing his
epic ex-jock body clean of the remnants of our morning fuckfest, rinsing my
cum from the depths of his furry trench and hole, but Beau took over now,
mindful of the time we had. We both loved the slow, long, deep, exploratory
times, but sometimes you needed to just get down to business, scratch the
itch for a little while longer, sate the needs to get you through the day,
until you could get back to the slow, deep, long stuff.

He squatted down before me, big thighs bulging so fucking sexily as he did,
taking my big, hard Dad cock in his fist and wrapping his talented lips and
tongue around it. I reached up to grab the shower curtain rail for support,
my other hand on the back of his short, damp hair, surrendering almost
immediately to his natural skill.The cocksucking skill he'd been honing on
his buds, his teammates, even that hot young assistant football coach since
he was 16.

Even with just a couple minutes' work, lashing my big head with his agile
tongue, cupping my big Dad balls with his free hand, he had me leaking,
roiling, ready to rock and roll. But this was more of a lube job than a
blow job. He came up off of my dick with an audible pop, grinning and
licking his lips, slipping up my wet body to kiss me, let me taste
myself. Then he cupped his palm under our working mouths, and we both spat
into it, before he slapped it on the throbbing wetness of my cock. So
fucking sexy.

"Come on, big guy," he growled, turning around to grab hold of the vanity,
arching his back, thrusting that epic, beefy jock tail of his back at me as
he put one knee up on the countertop, revealing the dark-furred depths of
his trench, and the salty pinkness of his pucker deep within. "Get on up in
your boy, Dad."

I had to work quick, but I couldn't deny myself the pleasure, so I dropped
to my knees on the bathmat, clapped both big hands on his cheeks - growling
at the light jiggle of that incredible flesh as I did - and just burrowed
my stubbly face deep inside of him. Immediately he let out that deep, low
moan of lust I loved hearing so much, loved driving out of him. He leaned
over more, spread himself even more open, presenting that pink, pulsing,
hairy hole of his for my tongue. And I obliged him, with deep, focused,
spit-dripping licks and laps, thrusts, teasing him open to paint him with
the same spit that was dripping off my cock. I could've done this the rest
of our time, licked and tonguefucked him until he shot his cum all over the
sink and mirror, but I wanted inside of him. Wanted to give him something
to think about, squirming around in his chair through his classes, palming
the big bulge of his cock, barely hidden inside of his shirts under his
desk.

So I stepped up reluctantly, hocked another wad of spit into my palm,
slicked my throbbing, precum-dripping shaft up with it, then pressed up to
his most private place. The one he said he reserved for me now. He didn't
have to do that for me - I wanted him to fuck around with his hot young
buds, and then tell me about it, or better yet, include me in it - but for
now, I was glad he did, as I felt him open up and take me inside of him. He
was tight, yeah, tight as a drum, almost as tight as the first time I got
up inside him last summer, but we'd had a lot of practice since then, and I
knew he could take the long, deep slide of me in one thrust. So I did just
that.

"Ah fuck Dad, you big-dicked motherfucker!" he growled, eyes locking on
mine in the mirror. They were hot with lust, hot for me, so I gave him more
of what he wanted. One hand on his hip, the other reaching around him to
work his big, tasty cock over, as I began to give him the fuck he needed,
the fuck we had time for. We could take it slow and deep later. I could
take him slow and deep later, if he wanted to.

For now though, we worked hard and fast, working together, Beau fucking
himself on me almost as much as I was fucking up into him. The little room
echoed with the slap of flesh on flesh, our deep, husky, lusty grunts, a
low stream of dirty talk and moans, the wet slick sounds of his cock
juicing in my hand as we both approached our peak.

"Cum in me, Dad," he moaned, eyes hard and needy on mine in the
mirror. "Give me something to try and hold inside me all day today."

"Oh fuck yeah," I growled, picturing him holding his big, juicy ass
clenched tight to keep my Dad cum inside of him as long as he could. And
then his ring began to squeeze rhythmically around me, in time with the
throb of his big beefy young cock in my hand, and I knew we were there.

"Ahhh fuck yeah Dad!" he hollered, and his cock throbbed and pulsed and
started to shoot, hot white pearly jets splattering onto the mirror, the
faucet, the sink beneath him. With a growl, I slammed my hips up hard into
him, planting my cock deep inside the clenching hot tightness of his guts,
and I joined him, grunting and moaning and shivering as I spurted my own
thick seed up into his welcoming depths.

We didn't have much time for the niceties, so I just grabbed the wet
washcloth from the shower, swiped it over his heaving, sweating young
muscles, then my own, giving my cock a quick wipe to get the excess
slickness off. At least we could kiss, hard and hungry and growling, as we
did.

In my bedroom, I watched him dress quickly, yanking his underwear up his
chunky thighs, wishing I could pull them back down and go another round
with him - but no. I'd told him his studies were important. Besides, we'd
have a good few hours now to recharge and rebuild. This evening was gonna
be another great one, I just knew. In the meantime, though, I pulled on my
own clothes, found my keys, and just enjoyed the sight of him while I still
could. If we hustled, he could still make his 10 o'clock class in time. And
if he was a few minutes late, well... hell, it was worth it, wasn't it?