Date: Sat, 1 Nov 2003 08:10:16 -0500 From: Joe e Almore Subject: Learning from Jake This is a story about sex between a father and his adult son - and a little bit of autofellatio thrown in for fun. You know the drill: Don't read this if you aren't legally allowed to do so. And don't STEAL it! Learning from Jake by Jeb Alemore I have a good kid. He's 23, handsome, has a good job with a computer software company. He's respectful... and the BEST sex partner I've ever had! I was in the Navy for 20 years... I knew that guys fooled around with each other on ships and in subs. I even let myself cop a couple of blow jobs -- in the dark, of course; I never knew who it was sucking on my joint. I wasn't beyond feeding a hungry cocksucker when he needed it, either! Now, at 46, I'm getting more sex than I ever have in my life! All from my very loving -- and very knowledgeable -- son! I'd arrived home from vacationing in Florida. It was a restful trip and I needed the time alone to see where I was. My wife had run off with a professional wrestler a few months before and I just didn't know what to do with myself. I figured a change of scene might help. Although Jake had his own apartment, I asked him to stay at the house to keep an eye on things while I was away. He could stay in his old room, pick up the newspapers and the mail; water the plants & stuff. I thought he might enjoy being in the familiar surroundings. I left Florida on Saturday morning, thinking that I'd stop overnight somewhere on the return to Virginia. Amazingly, the traffic on I-95 wasn't as hairy as it usually is, and I made it home at about 9pm. I hadn't bothered to let Jake know I was coming home a day early. I was quite tired when I got home. I dragged myself into the house, leaving the car in the garage and my luggage in the car, and went right to bed. It was about 1 A.M. I woke up needing to piss. Afterwards, I thought a snack might be a good idea so I headed downstairs to the kitchen. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I noticed the glow from the television in the den. Then, I heard the sound. "Oh! Oh!! Fuck me! Yeah! Fuck me!" it was a male voice! "Yes! Yes!! Fuck him!! Give him that dick!! Lick my pussy!!" That was a female voice!! I don't know what kind of look I had on my face at that point. I was just ...well... baffled! With my back against the wall, I crept down the hallway next to the staircase. Seated on the couch, naked, was Jake. >From my vantage point, I could see him but he couldn't see me. On the television was an X-rated video like none I'd ever seen before! There were two men and one woman. The woman looked older than the hairless, hardly-developed males with her. Their copulation was downright bizarre! One man was licking the cunt of the woman, who was straddling, almost seated, upon the back of one man. The other guy, on his knees and elbows, was getting his ass fucked by the man licking the woman's twat! I'd never seen anything like it! There was Jake, watching that and jacking his big (but not as big as mine) cock. Then my son did something that I had always thought impossible. He watched the video for few seconds then, 'lo and behold!, bent his head toward his crotch and started sucking his own dick! I couldn't take it anymore! I took three long strides toward him and shouted, "JAKE!" He straightened immediately at my bark. He didn't let go of his dick. "WHAT are you doing?" I demanded in my best salty sailor's voice. "Dad! I... I... uh... I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow!" "That's obvious!" I couldn't think of anything else to say, so I did the only thing I knew to do: I lashed out. I strode over to him and raised my right arm to backhand him a good one. Jake, now a fully-grown man and half my age, probably not as strong as me, yet much quicker, did something he'd never done before. He sprung off the couch ...still naked, of course... not only avoiding swinging arm, but he whirled around and grabbed my left arm, pinning it behind me! He wasn't a kid anymore trying to dodge a reprimand from his dad. He'd become a near-raging animal; a man, ready to defend himself against attack from another man. My wrenched shoulder shot though with excruciating pain as Jake forced the back of my hand nearly up to my shoulder blade. Even when I was almost doubled over in agony, he didn't relax the pressure. "No, Dad!! No more! I'm not your punching bag anymore!" His voice trembled slightly. Not, I believe, in fear, but from the effort he was exerting in order to not lose control and snap my arm off at the shoulder! "Just because you think something is 'wrong' doesn't make it wrong for me!" His voice had become more firm, more projected the longer he spoke. "Now, do you want to talk about this like men..." he edged my arm upward. I was thankful he couldn't see me grimace, "...or do I just break your arm and leave you here?" "O-kaay," I panted. "You win. We'll talk this out." Jake relaxed his grip on my arm, but he didn't step away from me. I spun around and grabbed his head, locking it under my elbow. He flailed at me, trying to escape. "But first," I sneered at him, "I'm gonna beat your ass!" I held onto his head as he grappled and struggled to get free, but he was bound in my strong grip, his arms failing to get at me. It wasn't a fair move, to be sure, but neither was his next one! His fist wrapped tighter than a baseball, he wound it behind him and, WHAM!, knocked me a good one right in the nuts!! I fell to my knees, letting go of Jake's head and grabbing my crotch, whimpering. Of all the bar fights and brawls I'd been in while in the service, nobody had ever brought me down like that! In one quick move, he shoved me on my back and planted both knees on my biceps so I couldn't get at him; his entire weight had me immobile. The scene on the video had been replaced by one of three men. One in the middle getting fucked in the ass while sucking the dick of the third. I felt my cock stir. "Now," he gasped, "are you gonna be adult about this? Or do I have to resort to your cheap shots? I will, you know. I'm not afraid of you, Frank!" When he called me by my first name, like we were acquaintances, or even enemies, fighting out a disagreement in some sleazy waterfront dive, I knew that this son of mine, this man, had become my equal. Since moving out on his own, Jake had been working out religiously six days a week, had bulked up and gotten a little attitude about him. He was quicker than me now and nearly as strong. Although he didn't outweigh me, I had a feeling that he had other assets to employ to his benefit against a man of my size... even his father! It was then that I noticed something in his eyes that I'd seen in other men but, God!, not in my own son! I saw that look now. His breaths came deep, but not labored. He stared at me with that look until I could no longer take it. I turned my head to one side. The view presented to me on the big screen was one I'd heard about, wondered about, but thought I'd never see: The three men on the video had tied themselves into one large sex knot with one fucking another and the one getting fucked in the ass 69-ing with the third man. My eyes widened. It WAS possible for three men to have sex together! Jake must have noticed me watching the tube so intently, he leaned back, releasing my shoulders but remaining seated on top of me. He sighed deeply. I felt his eyes burning into me, watching me watch the video, but I was hardly aware of his weight on me any longer. I could only watch the men on the screen beside me, twisting, turning, burning, racing toward orgasm, their cocks bristling and stiff with raging blood, reciprocating in and out of throat and ass. "Well, Dad," Jake's tone was more victorious than defiant, "looks like there's not anything 'wrong' here after all." His right hand -- I'd been so intent on watching the sex on the TV that I wasn't even aware of what he was doing! -- found my cock and was gently massaging its length. All nine inches of my foreskinned manhood erected and poked through the fly of my boxer shorts. I felt his fingers trace downward to my furry sack, gently tousling my balls their skin pouch. "No.... don't." The brain-shattering feelings coming from my dick was too much to make me sound convincing. "C'mon, Dad. ...Just this once?" he pleaded as he squeezed my cock, exploring my poker's hardness from root to tip. "Nobody'll know." With his left hand, he caressed my hairy chest, his palm followed the contours of my plate-sized pecs, his fingers stopping to briefly tweak and tease first my left, then my right, nipple. He leaned closer. His face, the face that I'd seen mature and age from a rather wimpy child and adolescent to an adult male... a very attractive adult male, at that... leaned toward mine. With a voice raspy and choked, but somehow still even and direct, he spoke: "I want to." The audio from the TV crowded the silence between us: "Oh, yeah, man... Fuck me! Fuck it!! Take that ass!" I don't know why I did it, and may God, Jesus, Mary and the Ty-D-Bol Man forgive me, but I reached up and placed the fingers of my right hand in the nape of my son's neck and drew his already-close face toward mine ...and kissed him ...passionately! "Ahh, that's good!" one of the men on the video intoned. I had to agree! It was as if the two of us had been plugged into a 3-phase, 440-volt electrical panel! We went NUTS!! I could feel his hands all over me as we rolled around on the floor of the den with only the glow of the large TV to keep us from smashing into the furniture! My hands, which had so longed to discover the feeling of a solid man's body beneath them; afraid to do anything about the longing, caressing and rubbing and brushing against just such a man! Only this man was flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone. This body, this boy who'd become a man before my very eyes, was doing exactly the same thing! Only with much more abandon! His tongue explored my mouth like a prospector with gold fever, his lips moved down the side of my face, whetting a trail down my neck, over my shoulders, through the carpet of my blue-black chest hair to my hirsute belly, as flat but not at ripped as in my Navy days, his tongue foraged through my navel, down my tightly wound pubis, stopping at the base of my cock. "Yeah man! Suck that cock!" The guys on the tape grunted their directions. Jake stood up. "What's the matter?" He walked over and pressed the "mute" button on the TV, then went to the stereo housed in the bookcase next to the fireplace. "I can't stand that stuff while I'm making love," he said, "it's so ...cheap!" he spat the word, "Especially when I'm making love with such a hot, man!" He smiled at me and pressed the "play" button on the CD. The sad, slow sound of a bluesy saxophone emitted from the shelf speakers, their pure tones covering me with an eroticism I'd never known before. Jake walked across the room, his form lit seductively by the video, but the smile on his face as he lay down beside me was all the light I needed. I was mesmerized by the surety of his movements. I tried to ignore his statement about "making love with a hot man." Funny. In that moment, it was I who was grateful for his experience! Jake had the balls, the gumption, the guts, to follow through on his feelings. I'd shown my own feelings only in the form of control and intimidation, first with my subordinates in the service, then in the formation of my company and lastly, and most painfully, with my family. Jake had been right to "not take it" anymore. He'd had enough. He was fed up. Rightly so. The playing field had been leveled. He was on sure footing. I was the visitor; the alien to his world. That, I decided, was just the way it was supposed to be. He crossed to the couch and pulled the cushions off the seat, placing them so we could lean against them without discomfort. I chuckled inwardly at how I used to rag on him about doing that when he was a kid. "You'll ruin the foam!" I'd yell. But now, Jake was in control. I let him. I allowed my son to control me. The big, brusque former Navy man in total and compete guidance and direction of his own son! "Here," he whispered, "lean against this." I slid across the carpet backwards, toward the couch. Jake placed his hands on my shoulders. I jumped. He jerked away, startled. "Gee, Dad. There's no need to be so jumpy." His tone was more amused, then kind: "I can't hurt you, Dad... I wouldn't." "I know that, Son. I... I just... don't know what to do." Then, I don't know why, but it just came out: "I'm scared, Jake." With that, my son knew that I'd placed myself into his hands. "It's all right, Dad," he said as he kneeled next to me, his hand stroking my chest, "I know what to do. Here: Let's get these off." He reached for my boxers and unsnapped the one snap left fastened. I heaved upward as Jake skinned the shorts off my hips and down my legs, kicking out so he could take them off my feet and toss them across the room. Flinging his left leg over my waist, he said, "Y'know: I kinda liked sitting on you like this before," then settled himself on my abdomen. I could feel the tip of my 9-inch, yet softer, cock nosing at his buttcrack. I groaned, not from the weight of him on top of me, but from the delicious feeling that was my son's ass so near, just barely touching my dick! He gently repositioned his balls on my belly so he wouldn't be sitting on them, the feeling of his nearly hairless sack sending even more electricity through my entire body. I still didn't know what to do, or what Jake was going to do, next. What I really couldn't get over was how damned casual he seemed about the whole thing! Here we were, about to make love -- making love! -- and my young son was self-assured, confident, poised and deft. He knew what was coming next -- he was probably so many moves ahead of me in his mind that he could call "check" at any moment. I, the father was unsure, afraid, awkward... and about to be led into a place I'd always wanted to go, but could trust no one to take me ...until now. "Jake?" It was my turn to be the curious one. "Could you do that again?" "Do what, Dad?" "You know..." I couldn't say it. "What you were doing when I came in and ...caught you." "Oh. You mean suck my own cock?" "Yeah." "Say it." "What?" "Say it. Tell me what you want me to do." He wasn't going to make this easy! "Suck your cock, Jake." "Say it again." he was ruthless. "I --" "Say it, Frank!" My desire far outweighed any revulsion or fear. "Jake? Would you suck your cock for your Dad?" "That's better ...Dad." He was going to guide me through this his own way. When I obeyed, I was "Dad", but my disobedience brought anger and rage and he called me "Frank." In another swift motion, Jake slid down further on my body, placing his asscrack atop the full length of my cock. He bent his head downward, grasping his 8-incher in his right hand, pointing it toward his hot, drooling mouth. I could only see the shadow of his cockhead disappearing between his lips, his tongue snaked out to lick the foreskin (I was never so glad that I'd won the circumcision argument with my ex-wife!) before he began smacking and slurping against his hardening meat. I felt my cock lengthen underneath him, wishing that I could do that! He laved his cock with his spit and wormed his tongue under his fleshy hood and into his piss hole, gently sucking about half of his dick into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down on it, his longish black hair shaking and falling around his face. For some reason, I reached up and stroked his hair, allowing the dark strands to fall between my fingers as his mouth ministered to his own cock. My dick raged underneath him, stretching along and into his crack like a snake detecting a rabbit. He sucked and stroked himself with the familiarity that he'd done this many times before ...only not sitting on his dad's hard cock. I think he allowed himself a little time, not just to show me how it's done, but to show off! Straightening up, Jake smacked his lips and smiled at me, obviously pleased with himself. He palmed the length of his big rod as he stared at me. I reached up and raked my fingers through the thick black fur on his chest, my palm caressed his left nipple. Jake slowly closed his eyes and moaned. "Now you're getting the idea, Dad." He leaned down and kissed me. Not a familial, kiss between a father and son, either! His tongue wriggled into my mouth like it was a smart bomb locked on target! He had stretched his entire body atop mine, his thick, curly chest hair, another physical similarity between us, tangled in the heavy carpet of my own. Our dicks, raging hard and leaking rivers of pre-cum, dueled and ground together against our crotches. Jake broke from our kiss, a slight disappointment for me, and sat up again. He inched his body up my torso, the sensation of the hair on his thighs against my sides was a strange and fantastic new feeling. He took my arms and placed my hands almost to his shoulders. Holding my wrists, he guided my fingers and palms through his jet black fur, over his pecs, down to the mass of hirsuteness on his stomach. We were almost mirror images in that respect, only my chest hair starts a couple of inches down from my shoulders; Jake's starts on his shoulders. I realized what he was doing: Getting me accustomed to the feel of his hairy body. He wanted to make sure I knew that he was all man. He wanted me to know that I was touching, feeling, making love to a real man. I was acutely aware that his cock was only inches from my lips. I even glanced at it, unaware that I whetted my lips as I did so. Jake noticed. He released my hands from his guided exploration of his body and looked at me, his eyes filled with an equal combination of bedevilment and lust. Throwing decorum to the winds, he took two fingers and placed them at the base of his cock and angled it downward, pointing it toward my lips. The smile on his face and the look in his eyes became even more sneaky. I was lying on the couch cushion with my head propped up toward his cock and balls. His dickhead touched my lips. I didn't move. "Go ahead, Dad. Suck it." For the love of God, Moses and banana splits, I did it. I found my mouth opening, my jaw dropped as Jake guided his spongy cockhead past my lips and into my drooling mouth. The pungent taste of his meat was a surprise. A pleasant one, but still a surprise. The combined flavor of my son's sweat and the remnants of his saliva left behind from his self-suck struck me like a bull moose in rut. Jake moaned when my tongue touched him, throwing his head back and aiming his cock further into my mouth. As I managed to work his foreskin away from the smooth head, it scraped the roof of my mouth and immediately withdrew. The feel of the fleshy hood pulling over the head with my lips caused my own nine-incher to jump and flop back down on my belly. But it was the feeling that the dick in my mouth had, in essence, come from my dick that was such a turn-on! The man sitting on top of me was still my son; but he had become so much more in the last few minutes: Teacher, guide, disciplinarian... Lover. Jake scooted further up my torso, offering me his dick again. I craned my neck and met his prong, taking even more of it in. I sucked greedily, like a babe at the breast, craving the taste of the mansweat and the taste of my son's saliva left over from his previous sucking of himself. He fucked my mouth, gently at first, until I felt the rod in my mouth stiffen. I even found my head bobbing up and down on his cock as Jake ran his fingers through my close-cropped hair - a leftover from my sailor days - and moaned his encouragement: "Yeah. That's it, Dad! Take that cock! You're doing great! Suck it, man!" Jake positioned himself on the edge of the couch in a pushup stance, his crotch and torso angled just so that I would have easier access to his cock. I found myself bobbing my head on his thick slab, feeling Jake's foreskin cover and uncover his dickhead with every stroke. I don't know what possessed me, maybe it was to get as close as I possibly could to him, but my neck seemed to reflexively snap toward his dark black fur at the base of his dick. I coughed slightly. The only thing I could think of to do was to swallow; I didn't want to lose the thick, drooling cock in my mouth. Cock of my cock. My son's cock. The head popped into my throat. I felt his rod stiffen even more, every vein in his rod became pronounced, pressing against the soft tissues in my mouth, cheeks, tongue, lips. I backed off slightly, took a deep breath, and plunged onto that prong again, his foreskin retracting as my glottis smoothed it behind his cockhead. I held his hips in my hands so he couldn't withdraw, my lips tattooed to the base of his rod, his balls resting on my chin. Jake moaned and writhed above me like a furry little puppy. I could feel him trying to move back; take his cock out of my throat. I locked one hand onto the other wrist and held him there. I swallowed. It just was so much for me -- and for Jake. His dick stiffened to a galvanized pipe. He let out a yell that probably woke a few neighbors. The first twitch of orgasm pressed against my tongue and fired a big dollop of Jake's cum into my gullet. It was only then that I let him pull back, still controlling his hips with my hands, just enough to allow his piss slit to dump its sweet cream onto my tongue. I fished my tongue underneath his dickhood -- it had covered again when he pulled out -- and massaged and teased his glans while his balls issued with load after load of his sweet spunk. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooo!!!!!" Jake flung his head downward as he fed me his soncream, his cock still pumping the last traces of fluid onto my tongue, his breath deep as he reached the top of orgasm and flowed back down to reality. My first taste of jizz caused me to moan and swallow as much of Jake's essence as I could, but the huge load was too much for me, some of it dripped from the corners of my mouth. I gently continued to suck Jake's cock until after it softened, using his semen as a topping for his meaty cock. He slowly pulled back and slid down my torso, placing himself atop the length of my body. He fit easily atop me, my heritage had given me a girth large enough to hold him. He kissed me with a tenderness and a passion like I'd never known. Our chest hairs crackled against each other as our bodies pressed together and slid against each other. I felt like I'd just sucked my own dick... my own dick, that is, some twenty-odd years ago. Jake's tongue prowled it's way into my mouth as if it was on a mission to taste himself, scraping my teeth, dueling with my own tongue to find little pieces of himself inside my mouth. His hands were all over me, but when he gently placed his fingers behind my head, at the nape of my neck, I sighed, exhaling a long time through my nose. It was such a moving touch for me. I couldn't believe -- much less understand -- how I'd become so sexually aroused by this man; this man who is my son. We broke our kiss. Jake smiled, his white teeth like neon in the darkness, as he traced his fingers across my face. "You okay, Dad?" he asked. "Well ...yeah!" was all I could think of to say. There was so much more I wanted to know. More I wanted to do. Jake slowly rolled off me to one side. Propping his head against one hand, he caressed my body with the other. "I didn't know if this was going to happen," he said, "but I'm sure glad it did!" "How do you think I felt," I asked, "when I came down here to find you sucking your own dick?" "Sorry if I scared you, Dad." "I wasn't what you'd call 'scared'... just surprised." "But it was a good surprise. Right?" "Yes, Jake. A good surprise." He chuckled a little and kissed me again, the length of his body pressed against mine and I felt his cock hardening against my thigh. I reached down and stroked it. "MMMM." Jake hummed his approval. "I just love the feel of your big hands on my dick. "I love the feel of your big dick in my hands!" Jake gave me that devilish smile. "See what you think of this?" He swung around and put his face in my crotch, licking around my thick pubes and hairy thighs; up to my tight balls and to the base of my hard cock. Not touching my dick with his hands, he twisted his head a certain way and slurped just the head of my thick meat into his mouth. I felt his tongue swirling around the base of the helmet. I thought I would go through the ceiling! My body became one taut muscle, rooted at the base of my cock. Jake's hands combed through my body hair. I allowed myself to feel the long strands of his hair through my fingers once again. Before I knew what was happening, I pushed the back of his head, forcing his eager, sucking mouth onto my heavy manmeat. His tongue performed a buck and wing against the tip of my dick as he placed his hand near the base -- his fingers just barely touching around it's thickness -- and plunged his face over my pud. His saliva dripped down the shaft, into my pubic hair, resting atop my huge ballsack. Jake stopped sucking to reposition himself. We lost the cushions and just lay on the floor. I saw on the video two men, one younger, one older, both hairy, stretched out with each other in a hot 69 position. It could have been me and Jake. He noticed me watching and turned to see what held my interest. "That scene," he said shyly, "made me fantasize that it was me and you, Dad." Even in the darkness by the muted light of the TV screen, I could see Jake blushing! Jake, now turned his attentions again to my daddymeat. He devoured me! His tongue tickled the shaft one moment, his mouth vacuumed my balls nearly into his throat the next. He took my cock in his hand and slapped his face with it! I wanted to return the favor on him, but was too fascinated with his expertise. I wanted to see what he was going to do next! In one motion, he swallowed my cock to the base... using his teeth at the connection between my balls and cock to bring me to the hardest erection I'd ever experienced! His spit flowed freely, coating my cock from tip to base. I felt the edge of orgasm boiling in the base of my dick. Jake retracted my meat from his mouth. I groaned with more than a little frustration. Jake reached for his canvas book bag, which he was never without, at the opposite end of the couch. He noticed my frustration and reassured me, "It's okay, Dad. There's more to this stuff than just sucking. Take it easy." I relaxed a little, at the same time, feeling a little silly lying on the family room carpet with a huge boner waving in the air while this boy-man-son was reassuring me! He reached into the bag and withdrew a medium-sized tube of clear lubricant. What happened next was more than even my limited thinking could envelop: On his knees, Jake sidled next to me. Flipping the lid on the tube, he squeezed a healthy dollop into his fingers. Rubbing his fingertips together to warm the goo, he spread the near-liquid onto the length of my cock. Squeezing another bit of lubricant on his fingers, he took it and massaged his ass. In one motion, Jake flung his left leg over me, straddling me as before. Lifting up on his knees, he reached behind himself and picked up my coated cock. I felt the "schuuck" as he picked up my rod from my belly. Aiming my cock toward his hole, he slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered his crack toward my raging cock. The head eased through his crack ; I thought I'd shoot right then. My cock was harder than it had been in a long time... if it had ever been that hard before! As the foreskin touched his twitching ring, he took a deep breath, placed his left hand on my chest, and smiled. His eyes told me that this was something he'd been wanting, waiting for, for a long time. I gripped his wrist and placed my other hand on his hairy thigh as he lowered, lowered, lowered himself onto my raging cock. He exerted just a little pressure and I felt my foreskin retract around my dickhead as he pressed downward -- and inward. He let go of my shaft. Taking his hand, the one coated with clear lube, he devilishly swabbed the remnants of it on my chest and laughed. He laughed!! I couldn't believe it. Here was my son, with his daddy's thick hard meat about to enter his most private of private recesses, and he laughed and carried on like a kid. I'd soon discover just how much of a man he really is! Jake stopped moving. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, I could tell the pain was getting to him somewhat. No matter how much of a man he might be, I was still the Daddy! Although we matched each other in length, I well surpassed him in girth; the thick slab was just too much for him to barrel down on top of. He sucked air through his teeth, steeling himself for the intrusion of my meat, and resumed his downward motion. He started to yell, in the finest tradition of a military man who was finding a new limit to his manhood, as my cockhead spread his near-virgin ring wider... wider... wider... The head popped in. "AUUGGH!" Jake's neck snapped backward and forward like a striking snake, the tight ring of my son's hole fed on my cockhead, the muscles constricting, trying to escort the intruder out. Jake would have none of that! He pushed down on my rod even harder, forcing himself to relax and allow my hard meat into his most private of privates. I reached up and raked my fingers through his chest hair, my fingernails scratching across his left nipple. He placed his right hand on my chest, imitating my action, while placing his left hand on the back of mine and ever so gently squeezed my knuckles. It was, I felt, his way of reaching into me and saying, "Yes, Dad, this is what I've wanted for a long time. You have all of me; you'll have all of me forever." I watched Jake, the muscles in his neck taut and straining, teeth in a near grit, take a deep breath and almost barrel his sweet hole over my dick. Inch by inch, he enveloped my thick cock into his warmth; his moist tunnel, steaming, driving my dick closer and closer toward orgasm. I found my own body as tight as Jake's and realized that this could end way too soon! I began to relax and realize that my son knew something his old man didn't know: How to take a raging hard dick up his ass! Jake's breathing became deeper and deeper as I felt his assring envelop every vein, every ridge of my hard dick. The warmth and wetness of his bowels welcomed the intrusion of my cock by opening like a flower in the morning sun. I watched as Jake squinted his eyes shut -- it was just a little more than he could take -- and backed off my rod slightly. Just as suddenly, he seemed to have found a new determination and nearly slammed his hole over my shaft. His cheeks landed on my thighs. I instinctively knew enough to lie still; it took nearly all of my concentration to not arch my hips upward, just to give my son the last vestige of the cock that created the ass it was in. His moist hole clamped around my cock like no pussy had ever done before! My heart filled with love and pride that my son thought so much of his old man to give himself to me in that most intimate of ways. "There!" he said with finality. Jake's breathing had nearly returned to normal as he placed his hand on my fur-covered chest, slowly massaging my left pec before gently tweaking the nipple. I shuddered and tensed, my cock, as hard as it was, flexed and my hips tilted upward, shoving that last little bit of its length into my son's hot hole. Jake moaned and leaned forward toward my mouth. As he planted his lips on mine, I could feel the wonderful friction of his sphincter against my cock shaft. His hands were suddenly everywhere! On my neck, my chest, in my pits, reaching behind himself to gently tousle my balls and lightly scratch the shaft of my cock ...the part that wasn't nestled in his wondrous and willing love hole. Jake broke from our kiss and again sat back on his haunches, allowing my cock to return to its new-found home! Now, it was MY turn to moan! Jake smiled and leaned back even further, shaking his head from side to side as he did so, his hair created a dark aura around his face and down his back. For a second, I thought he might even start howling! But that would come later. So would we! Ever so slowly, Jake began to raise and lower himself on my cock, giving his ass a little twist and bend on the downstroke and sending my cock and balls into a frenzy of ecstasy that I'd never known before! Plunge after plunge, Jake grunting with each one, he fed my rock hard daddycock into his hot hole. Then, he stopped. Suddenly he pulled off my cock and rolled over on his back, pulling his knees to his chest and giving me a superb view of his empty sonbutt! "C'mon, Dad," he urged, "show me what kinda man you really are! Fuck me! Fuck me!!" By this point, I was beyond asking God, General Motors and Speedy Gonzales for forgiveness! Spurred by Jake's dare, I rolled over and placed my dripping cockhead against his twitching hole as he lowered his calves to my massive shoulders. I gently pressed my rod into him, his well-relaxed ring accepting me readily. But Jake was beyond this preliminary, bride-on-her-wedding-night fumbling. He grabbed my asscheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh, and rammed my hard cock into him! "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" his sigh was as powerful full of longing as a desert wind. I began to rock into and out of his hungry hole, feeling the tense-relax of his sphincter around my raging cock, his words urging me on: "Yeah! Dad!! DO it!! Fuck me!! You think you're taking me, don't you? Yeah, you do! Yeah..... ahhhh! But I'm taking YOU!! I'm using your dick to fill me up! That's it!! Fill up that hole!! That hungry hole! It's all yours, Dad!! I'm giving it to you and I'm taking your hard cock!" I felt a certain tightening in my chest as Jake's words convinced me that, although he was impaled with my raging rod like a butterfly on display, he was still in control... of me, the situation, the pace of our loving. I flexed the muscles in my thighs, my abs, my back, giving him three of my most forceful rams into his guts while Jake jacked himself in rhythm to my dives into him, responding with a, "Yeah! ...Yeah! ...YEAH!" on each one! He continued to goad me: "Yeah! Big Navy man giving up his hard dick to his own son! Who's commanding the hot-shot commander now, Frank?? Huh? I am! I'm ordering YOU to FUCK me!!! Fuck me, Frank!!! AhhhHHH!!!" The tightness in my chest loosened a bit. As I continued to ram his sweet sonass, I felt my heart turn over to him: He became My Commander! "Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir! I will fuck you, Sir. Take my dick, Sir ... use it!!" My hands, pressed to Jake's hairy shoulders, forcing him down on my cock in counteraction to my lunges, traced their way down his furry chest, not at broad as mine, but just as hairy, just as sexy. I extended my body atop his, resting on his chest, hearing the now-familiar crackling of our chest hairs as they bound us together, acting as tiny conduits to transport DadSon electricity between us. As I found his wonderfully full lips and pressed mine to them, he linked his ankles together around my waist. We'd slowed our fuck rhythm somewhat, allowing ourselves the luxury of feeling each other's bodies for the moment. My hands held gently held his face as I felt his heels digging into my asscrack, urging me into him in a slow waltz rhythm. But this was a waltz of the ages: The Father/Son dance that's been carried through the eons in known secret. WE found The Secret, our kisses the covenant that we'd carry that Secret with us; never to let it be revealed. As I combed my fingers through his straight, jet black hair, he scratched his nails through the fur along my lats and moaned, his assring tightened on my cock. Jake's hands traced their way around to my chest, following the definition lines under my pecs, his palms flattening my nipples, my cock jumped, but he continued upward through my chest forest, his fingers caressing my throat until he gripped my head and pulled my mouth tightly against his. "Dad...?" he whispered, "would you please cum in me?" That request, with all the sincerity a son can muster for the man who gave him life, moved me with a power that could have picked up the Pyramids and dropped them in Cleveland! I could only return the sincerity: "Sure, Son." Jake smiled as he broke his leg grip around my waist and I took each of his ankles in my hands. I was awestruck at the sight: My hairy, manly son, jacking his thick uncut meat, his neck muscles taut with exertion and anticipation. My cock, ramrod straight and power pole hard, nestled in his bowels, giving us both a certain pleasure even without moving. But seeing it buried so perfectly in my Jake's warm hole, I felt it harden even more and I moaned as I saw my fuckstick ratchet in and out, my hips doing quite a different dance in and out of my son's loving ass. No, it wasn't cherry, I'd determined that. I don't believe any man could take my thick, nine inches on his first fuck. Oddly, I found myself somewhat grateful to those who'd gone before, so that my son could give himself to me so willingly and so wholly and so lovingly. That thought caused a new feeling inside my solar plexus, a kind of anger grew there. Watching my cock filling Jake's ass, I found myself back to moving more and more forcefully into him, wanting to give him what he wanted but also, out of my own need and selfishness, wanting to fuck the memory of those others out of him forever! "This... what... you... want,... Son??" I jabbed my rod into him as hard as I could, spreading his legs into a "V" over him. "You're gonna only want Commander Dad to fuck you from now on, right?" "Yeah... Yeah.... Yeah, Daddy!! Only you!! Yeah! Oh, Daddy, have I been waiting for this!" The sweat was pouring off both of us by now. Jake tossing his head from side to side and moaning his mantra: "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck them out of me, Daddy! DO it!" His words pushed me over the edge. My rod swelled to a greater dimension than ever before as I shot load after monster Daddycum into my loving son. Jake continued fisting his cock while I shot into him. "OOOOOOHhhhhh.... Yeahhhhhhhh! I feel it, Daddy! I feel you in me!! Yeah!! Yeah!" he intoned. I felt the vise-grip of his assring against the base of my cock right before I saw his second load of the morning -- just as big as the first! -- jetting from his pumping dick, landing in the forest of his chest and belly. I knew Jake was tired exhausted after such a session. Instead of collapsing on top of him, as I could have, I held his shoulders and pulled his body to my chest as I rolled onto my right side, taking Jake with me and keeping my softening dick tucked inside his well-creamed, well-crammed, hole. He panted against me, his hot breath filtered by my chest hair, settling down into my right armpit. I stroked his hair and held him close, feeling the warmth of his cum trapped between us, the warmth of my cum escaping from around my still-buried cock. We lay there in silence for sometime. It was Jake who broke it: "Dad? I know that this kind of caught you off-guard. But I wanted it, y'know? I wanted it! I just hope that... that this won't be the only time. I love you and I know that you ...want to be loved. You just make it kinda hard to do sometimes." "I know that, Jake. I guess this Old Salt has a few more things to learn... but I certainly have a good teacher!" "I guess," Jake smiled and said, "Oh... you can keep the tape." I was confused. "Okay... but I prefer the Real Thing, y'know!" "Yeah, I know," he concurred, "but it's your Lesson Number Two: Y'see: my friend, Brian, wants to try the positions they have on that video ....with me and you!" I laughed, hugging Jake close. When I released him, I said, "Seems you guys bring new meaning to the phrase, 'cramming for exams', huh?" It was Jake's turn to laugh. "Sure do, Dad! C'mon! Let's go take a shower!" Thanks for reading! Comments, suggestions and criticism welcome at: JebAlemore@juno.com