Date: Wed, 2 Dec 2015 11:53:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Making It Work

I've been writing dirty stories on my Tumblr – a4f101.tumblr.com –
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*****

"So this is what passes for a dorm room nowadays?" he said, casting a
skeptical eye around the little space. "I had a bigger rack when I was in
the damn Navy."

I laughed, parked my ass on my absent roommate's bed opposite him. Yeah, it
wasn't much of a room, but then I wasn't in it very much. I guess that was
the idea. But I had it all to myself over Easter break, which meant I could
have him come and stay with me. Who gave a shit how big the room was, so
long as it had enough space for us both?

"Damn, must be hard to jack off, with your roomie so close," he said with a
sly, sexy grin as he stepped between my spread thighs, watching me eye him
up all hungry, bulging in my jeans. Just like he was.

"I make it work," I said with a chuckle, as I reached out, touched his hip,
felt the power encased in his jeans. Big, thick wrestler thighs like mine,
strong core, big beefy pecs and arms in his T-shirt. He was 40, and
spectacular.

"I bet you do, kiddo, I bet you do," he chuckled in reply, tilting my chin
up to look into his steely blue eyes. Handsome as fuck, especially with
some vacation stubble on him. "But you've been at it since you were 12, so
I know you got the skills."

"How did you know that, big guy?" I asked with a wry grin. "You been
watching me or something?"

"Fuck yeah I watched you," he growled. "Proud at first, like my boy was
finally, naturally getting it. Glad I wouldn't have to give you that
particular talk. And yeah, I stroked along with you, the older you got. All
these big young muscles you put on, like I did at your age."

"Fuckkkkk," I hissed, leaning up to kiss him. Another long, deep, heated,
manly kiss. Feeding me his thick wet tongue, replying with my own, rubbing
up on each other as we lazily, sloppily traded tongues back and forth.

"Should just joined me that first time, Dad," I murmured, watching his eyes
get even more fiery at the idea. "Big sexy fucking sailor Dad of mine,
showing me in person... touching me the way I wanted you to... that's what
I was probably thinking of when you watched me stroke my cock, Dad."

"Fuck, yeah baby boy? Even back then, huh?" He was throbbing double-hard
now, and I leaned in and kissed the big mound of denim that strained to
hold his big father cock in.

"Fuck yes, even before that," I moaned. "Long as I can remember."

"Shit, kid," he growled, plunging that talented tongue back into my mouth
as he tugged at my T-shirt. Needing his boy naked. Needing to join him.

He came up off my mouth eventually, leaving me whimpering with frustration
at the break, then stepped back, beside my narrow bed. Began to slowly
strip for me. Like he knew I loved him to do. Slow, almost teasing, as he
reveled his muscular, stocky man's body. The hottest man I knew, my own
father. That enormous thick bulge in his trunks, stocky and powerful like
the rest of him. Hard for me, for us, for this steamingly hot, taboo thing
we'd just begun in earnest. He looked at the two narrow, single beds in the
little dorm room, skeptical again.

"You think there's room for the two of us on one of these?" he said,
doubtfully.

"We'll make it work, Dad," I said huskily as I stripped out of my gear to
be with him.