Date: Thu, 23 Jul 2015 14:09:12 -0400
From: Jammer S <riversplash21@gmail.com>
Subject: My Father's Charisma, Part 4

Part Four: Bedtime With Father and Son

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By: Jammer and Friends

After Connor Taylor and I had finished our first sex play together, I had
less interest in his son and more interest in him as an older man. I often
thought of his body, his handsome face, his beautiful chest, and his sexy
cock.  Upon his invite for me to come back, I returned several times over
the next year. Mr. Taylor and I had a secret affair.

He eventually screwed me to take my anal virginity. I thought about all of
the pleasures we had afforded each other as I lay there by my own father. I
fell asleep thinking about the man... his status as a community and church
leader at that time... his exceptional good looks... his seductive chest
and pretty nips... his manly cock... and his sexual prowess as an adult
man. But I did not sleep long. When I awoke, I had to piss. I got out of
the bed, turned on a nearby lamp, and walked to my father's bathroom.

When I returned, I noticed a clock and realized I had only been asleep a
couple of hours.  I got back into bed and again I thought of what dad and I
had done. The thoughts surged through me like turbulent mental waves. I
reached over and felt his bare back. I thought about him having only his
shorts on. I tried to go back to sleep. I could not. My cock grew hard. I
squeezed it several times. A full erection took over my privates. I ached
from being horny and the erection seeped sex juice.

Finally, I could not deny my temptations any longer. I turned over, placed
my hand on my father's back, and then slowly took my right hand and felt
his big, melon-sized right bicep. I used my fingertips to discover his
hairy breast again. It felt warm, sizeable and furry. I knew what I
desired. Within a few seconds, I again went to his meaty and desirable
nipple. I discovered it again, noticing that it was not as wide as my own,
but its areola was substantial, and the skin felt nice to the touch,
especially as the tip of his tit perked up and stiffened to my touch.  I
leaned closer into dad to press his nipple between by fingertips. He
moved. He cleared his throat. I withdrew my hand.

Once again, I lay still for quite a while, trying to go back to sleep. But
my thoughts focused on how great my father's body felt.  My tempted mind
stayed on the thought that dad had only his briefs on. And he would not
mind if I explored a little. I turned over again and immediately placed my
hand on his hip. I caressed his strong hip and upper leg through his
briefs. But I knew I did not want to tarry there doing that long enough to
awaken him again.

I reached out, extended my palm fully, and when I placed my hand down, his
impressive member was there, right there, right in the middle of my hand to
squeeze and enjoy. I began to feel off my dad again. I shivered from the
excitement of knowing his cock was under my control.  His man meat grew
immediately hard.  As his pecker came alive, its feel, rigidity and size
amazed me.

I shifted my palm a little to test his balls. They were full and
impressive. Everything about him felt so nice and squeezable as I felt him
off through the soft, cotton fabric of his briefs. I kept my caresses light
and restricted, although I wanted to grab him even tighter, and I certainly
wanted to stroke his cock.

I was just about to lift my hand away when my father shifted positions, and
quickly brought his hand down to grab my wrist. His movement surprised me
and caught me off guard. I had been too focused on enjoying the touch of
his total package. I heard dad say in a sleepy voice, "Could not resist? Go
ahead, Wyatt. Go ahead and push your hand inside my briefs. Feel me off,
son."

Dad then lifted the elastic of his briefs with his free hand and while I
said, "Dad, I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep. You seemed so...." But before I
could finish, he pushed my palm to his available crotch. I could not see
him in the darkness of the room; my hand was under the sheet that covered
us, but without a doubt, it changed everything and the context of what was
occurring when my palm met the flesh of my father's cock for the first
time.

"Hold it, my son. Grab it and stroke it good," dad ordered.  He let go of
my wrist, but my hand bent around his shaft to hold him firmly. And then
for the first time, I stroked my father's dick, going from his cockhead to
his base, feeling the wetness of his piss slit and the pubes at the bottom.

Dad's dick felt similar to my own. I could tell we were about the same
length, but either his erection at the moment or his general girth made his
big pecker feel thicker and meatier than my own. It made me proud that my
father had such an impressive member and that he had catapulted the sperm
seed that made me from its slit so many years ago.

I stroked him again and again. He pushed his hands behind his head,
exposing his upper body. I continued stroke after stroke. Dad mumbled,
'Nice, oh you feel so nice. Do me, son."

I took my index finger to test his cockeye. The wetness there told me he
was seeping his pre-cum. Dad exhaled heavily, grabbed by biceps and
squeezed it and then found my left nipple to pinch it lightly as I stroked
his amazing dick.

"Keep going, son. I am about there."  With all of my heart and soul, I
wanted to continue. I wanted to tell dad to turn on the bedside lamp so I
could see him explode. I even wanted to lean down and suck his cockhead to
further stimulate him. Instead, when he warned that he was about there, it
reminded me of the forbidden lust and the lines we had crossed.

I stopped pumping his big cock. I lifted my hand from inside his briefs. I
lay back on the bed.  In a voice filled with frustration, anger and
horniness, my father said, "What in the hell? Don't tell me you are
stopping, "Please Wyatt. Please finish me. Go ahead"

"I can't, dad. I just can't."

"Fuck you can't. You were. You felt great."

"But this isn't how I want to help you have your first cum with me.'

Dad turned to me, ran his hand over my bare chest, teased a nipple, and
whispered, "Then whatever you need or how you need it, just tell me, and
we'll do it that way."

"I crossed the line, dad. I shouldn't have awoken you. I am sorry." And
then, I tuned over and faced the other way. Dad leaned over me, kissed my
neck, caressed my chest, and whispered, "I love you, Wyatt. If not now,
when? Tomorrow? Later? I will be patient."  After dad tuned over the other
way, I felt our bare backs together. I knew I wanted him more than
anything, yet my guilt restricted lust or personal restraints prevented me
from going further with him. I thought about his cock and how great it had
felt. His shaft and cockhead had been so alive, so hard, so wet.

Dad began to snore lightly after 10 minutes or so. I lay there fully awake
for a long time. I thought about dad and his wonderfully sexy, older
body. I thought about other times with other guys. The first thought was of
the business trip five years earlier when an older boss and I got it
on. That gentleman was just a couple of years younger than my father. I
remember the excitement of seeing such a sophisticated, fine, well-groomed
and terribly handsome executive becoming naked with me.

I also thought about the athletic coach who had seduced me after we did
some work together some 10 years ago. An occurrence I had tried to bury and
forget flashed before me. That was of the time just a couple of years ago
that I shared a shower room with a teenage kid at a beach resort and the
eager little slut seduced me.  He not only took his sexual pleasures with
me in the shower, but later at the pool under a nightly sky, and even a
third time in my room. He was younger than my own two boys. And I again I
thought about both Kenny Taylor and his father, Connor. My man-to-man
sexual experience had not been expansive, but it had included several
different men at different times and those were not all. When sleep
overtook me, I dreamed about my father. Mostly vague images flashed in my
mind as part of the dream sequence.

I experienced an intense arousal segment though when the dream included me
with Kenny Taylor lying on the floor of our dark living room watching a
movie when my father came in wearing only his white briefs. My father
towered over us in the room. I looked up and saw my father's huge bulge
filling out his underwear. Kenny remarked, "Wow, Mr., Jacobs, you have a
big man sack under your shorts and your chest sure is hunky."

Dad stood here, smiled and ordered us boys to "get up, get up and strip my
shorts from me." And in the dream both of us grabbed my father's underwear
by its flanks and ripped the white fabric from around his hips and off his
waist to see his long, impressive, awe-inspiring cock come springing forth,
almost hitting both of us on our chins. Dad then held out his hands and
pulled us up from the floor. He wrapped his arms around us, nestled our
faces into his hairy bulbous breasts and ordered us to "suck from my big,
daddy nipples. Suck hard!'

Now a middle-aged man, I found it highly erotic that I had dreamed
something that would have occurred in my childhood. Yet, as I groggily
awoke and realized that I was in his father's bed, I also struggled to
distinguish reality and present moment from fantasy and my dream
state. That was because I felt my father breathing hard and pressed against
my backside. The unusual feeling excited me and felt good, especially in
the wake of the dream about helping strip my father of his shorts and
sucking his nipples as just a teenager. I wished the event had
occurred. And then, I knew he was awake, but could not believe what was
occurring.

I fathomed the circumstance and moment, but the reality overpowered my
capacity as a middle-aged man to fully comprehend what I was feeling. My
briefs had been pulled down. Beyond that realization, my father's hard,
thriving cock was being pushed up and down the crack of my ass. Not
believing I was awake and that my father was getting off by doing such a
thing, I thought about turning over on my back, yet I wiggled my tail,
spread my legs to open my crack some, and then bit the pillow to keep from
moaning.

I sexually shivered from the reality that my hot and handsome father of
60-something years old was dragging his lubricated pecker up and down the
trench of my ass. On top of that, dad was caressing my breast and picking
at my perked left nipple, with his arm extending well over my body as I lay
on his side.

I strategically moved to snuggle even closer into my father. Acting as
though I was still asleep and my actions were subconscious, I twisted my
butt to get dad to linger in pecker at my anal opening and to rim my hole
before moving his stiff penis back up my crack.

When my father slowly moved down my body, I moved, too, and inhaled to
indicate that I were waking up, but my movements did not matter to my lusty
father. Dad slowed his fingers down just enough to play briefly in my pubic
hair to test it as a mass, but without much delay or other interest, his
left hand grabbed my partially erect member and proceeded to feel my dick
and balls. He handled my privates in such a way until one part of it seemed
like sheer enjoyment by him and another part as though it were a father
proudly examining his son's privates with great interest.

I moved all the way over, swung my arm out, and dad put his head on my
upper chest. Within a few seconds, he turned his face just enough to lick
my skin and move directly to rest his lips on my raised nipple. He kissed
it, licked all around its tip, and then sucked intently. My cock pulse and
throbbed as my father continued touching it and sucking my mannip. Finally,
I could not take it any longer. I moaned deeply, pressed my palm to the
back of his head to let him know I liked his lips working my tit, and I
allowed my cock to grow hard and become a full erection.

Showing himself to be a good seducer, dad left my nipple to kiss over my
broad chest. Taking time to whisper in my ear, "Oh yes, son, what a way to
greet the morning."  He then turned and moved his body to kiss down my
belly. When he came to my underwear, he stopped, placed his fingers at the
sides, and whispered, "Lift up, Wyatt, let me get to you."  The dream of
Kenny Taylor and I removing dad's shorts flashed before my sleepy eyes. My
father knew what I wanted and had become comfortable stripping his male
lovers. I lifted my ass. The briefs quickly and easily left my waist and I
felt my meaty spike meet the coolness of the morning air. Dad again took my
pecker in his hand, this time stroking it with great appreciation before I
could become fully awake he took what he wanted.  My father moved his head
down, eyed the pre-lube dotting my piss slit, and showing great eagerness,
he sank his lips down on me. I lifted my hips off the mattress, fed my cock
to him, and moaned like a child. I placed my hands behind my neck, my
father began to taste and test my cockhead.  He took time to squeeze my
slit open with his thumb and forefinger and then drilled it with the tip of
his tongue as he kept it open. Looking down to watch him get to know the
detail of my cockhead as well as knowing he wanted to taste my pre-cum was
all too much for my sensory perception.  I kept my ass raised and my moans
turned to groans when he began to bob his mouth up and down my manly love
pole while using both hands to reach and take my nipples. I hunched my cock
into his throat; his fingers felt sensational teasing and tugging my
sensitive nipples; and yet, a flash of apprehension told me I should stop
the activity. My hands grabbed his shoulders and massaged his back to show
my liking of what he was doing for me. The unusually sensational feeling of
my father's mouth pleasuring my cock and his attentions to my sizeable tits
doubled the immense pleasure, so I very much wanted to experience the
unique moments of having my father bring me off in his mouth. I relaxed for
a few seconds, knowing dad was getting me closer and closer to an explosive
cum. Just about the time I thought my juices were about to surge from my
balls, I forced dad's face up and away from my volatile cock and swung my
legs out off the bed.

"Damn Wyatt!  Why, why, why did you stop me?" dad asked.

I looked at him tenderly and replied, "I was about to cum. That's not
right."

"Shit, shit you say," dad said as he leaned over and pulled me back to the
bed, forcing my back to the mattress. He quickly got over me and kissed me
and then used his fingers to again play with my nipples. I moaned as we
kissed. When we broke the kiss, dad chuckled and said, "I love you,
Wyatt. You want this as much as I do, and you won't let go."

Hardly realizing how I was responding, I said, "Pop, I will let go. I just
have to find the time I can shake all of the guilt. Sorry."

My father grabbed my erection and began to pull at it as though he wanted
to milk it quickly. "Let me watch you shoot off, son. Please. Let me watch
you give it up," dad pleaded. I so wanted to simply relax and let my father
milk my cock. His hand felt marvelous. He knew what to do to please another
man.

I looked up; saw his meaty nipple just above my mouth. I could not resist
it; my desire was to taste the succulent morsel. I did. My father leaned
own to let me have easy access to the big nip. As I sucked it, he again
went down on my cock. For a good while, I enjoyed his mouth working my cock
again. At the same time, I teased, tasted and tantalized every speck of his
right mannip and the flesh and hair around it. We both moaned deeply.

But just before my cum triggers could start, I forced dad off my cock and
pushed him back away from me. I quickly got off the bed and looked back at
him, and said, "It's time to start our day."

But my father was not going to let me call all of the shots. He took his
own mancock in his hand and began to jack his erection with great purpose.
He swept his other hand all over his body, up to his chest to rake through
the hair there and to play with each fine nipple, down to finger his navel
and to brush through his public patch and then claw at his luscious set of
balls.

I just stood there dumbfounded, but wildly interested in watching my
father. The moment was too sexy; my father too lusty. I could not recall
seeing a man that had ever turned me on more than he was right there as he
exhibited his raw sexual self to me.

"Watch me get myself off, Wyatt. Watch your daddy shoot his load."  His
words, his urgency, and his hand jacking his cock while his other hand
stimulated the rest of his body paralyzed me. "Take it all in, my son. This
big, stiff, ready-to-fire pecker of mine... my hands teasing these hot tits
of mine that you like so much... my hairy balls about to
pop.... everything. Oh son!"


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