Date: Wed, 3 Feb 2016 12:00:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Snow Day Play

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*****

"Jesus, buddy," I murmured appreciatively as I slowly peeled the back of
his sexy little designer undies down. Twin beautiful, muscular, thick young
globes, the fur in his cleft already thickening up nicely. My cock twitched
harder as I unveiled the beauty of his shapely young dude muscles.

"Yeah, you like?" he grinned over his shoulder at me, arching his hips and
flexing those blue-ribbon glutes. My grunt of lust was all the answer he
needed, as I pressed my palms into the deep indents on each side, and
squeezed. I locked eyes with him, then leaned in and slowly kissed each
strong, firm cheek of it. Nosed my way into his cleft and sniffed his
scent, freshly clean, with an undertone of his natural young musk.

"Oh man, Dad," he murmured - purred, almost. I grinned, pressed deeper,
letting my tongue out to lap up his cleft. Nice and slow, exploratory. I
didn't need to test the waters with him - he was as eager for this as I was
- but I planned on taking my sweet time with this fine piece of jock tail.

His moans, my lusty, hungry grunts, soundtracked our play as I took him
deeper. My own cock was hugely hard, leaking into my boxer briefs the
entire time, as my thick, warm, experienced tongue lavished his fine tail
with attention. He writhed, moaned, pushed that spectacular pair of glutes
back into my face, hungry for more of this special treatment. As hungry as
I was, and when I slipped my tongue into him, up inside his sharp, musky
warmth, he almost wailed at the sensation. I could feel those epic twin
muscles quiver and flex some more, which just drove me on even more, a
closed loop of intense, incestuous heat between us which built and built
and built.

I ate my boy out for the better part of half an hour, and he was a
sweating, precum-flowing, moaning heap of thick young jock muscle by the
time I was done. I slid up his body, kissing and licking my way over the
sweat-glowing muscles of it, a young jock in his utter prime, and yet
somehow set to get even better as he grew. He wrapped his arms and thick
legs around me, clutching me to him, grinding his now bare cock up against
my bulge, his precum meeting mine as it soaked through the fabric straining
over the big, fat tip of my cock.

We'd been kissing all morning, seemed like, and this one was the best yet,
as he hungrily lapped at my lips, my tongue, all inside my mouth, finding
his own taste in there, his most intimate flavor, moaning hungrily as he
searched for more of it. We traded spit slow and easy, sharing him and his
musk, as his hands clutched my bigger, thicker-muscled body, his calves
sliding back and forth over the mounds of my ass. It was time.

I worked on him nice and slow, remembering how it felt to lose my cherry to
an experienced, patient dude, wanting nothing but the best now for my hunky
kid. My boy. My pride and joy, finally mine the way I'd wanted a long time
now. And from what he'd said so far, what we were doing now would barely
scratch the surface of his deep-seated lust for me. His secret. His
fantasy.

Now he was getting his first real taste of it, as my big cock, all slicked
with our mixed spit and precum and lube, slipped up inside him. Thick,
long, slow. Working together to enter him, fill him with the cock I'd made
him with. It felt like the past 18 years had been building up to this
precise moment, and just that thought sent a shiver of lust and love, all
mixed up and complex, through my body. Out to the tip of my cock as it
throbbed inside him, slowly, slickly pushing deeper. Making his eyes roll
back. Making his young voice go all deep and husky as he moaned "Ah yeah,
Daddy." God, I loved him.

It took a little time, a lot of kissing, reassuring whispers, slow
exploratory thrusts, but we built a rhythm together. He took my cock like
he was born to this, and the deeper I worked him, pleasured him from deep
within, the more he kissed me, ground against me, leaked his thick young
precum all over our sweating, flexing stomachs. Crystal-clear young precum
like dew in the fur on my abdomen, and glazing his smoother, tighter, more
defined abs. the spit flowed between us like my hips, like my big Dad cock,
and in what felt like no time at all, but was really another half-hour of
intense, slow, deep lovemaking, pushing me to the edge of restraint, he got
all wide-eyed, his mouth forming an O, eyes locking on mine with the most
intense gaze. I knew what was coming, and I sped up my fuckstrokes, hoping
to intensify his first orgasm like this as much as I could. nothing but the
best for my studly, hunky jock kid.

"Gonna come, Dad!" he moaned. "Fuck, you're making me come!"

"Yeah buddy," I panted as I thrust harder, thicker, deeper, feeling the
walls inside him clench tighter around me, his cock vibrating like a tuning
fork between our stomachs. "Come for me. Come for Daddy, baby boy."

That did the trick, and I met his tongue with mine, deep inside his mouth,
feeling his whole tight young body vibrate and shake and clench tighter
around me, as he spurted his thick young cream up between us. The clenching
of his ass around me cock as he shot and shot pulled my own thick cum up
from my big balls.

"Aw, here I come, baby," I moaned, and kissed him again, furiously swapping
spit and tongues as my thick cock tensed, then pulsed, and shot. Ropes of
my hot dad cum, shooting hard up inside the warm, clenching tightness of
him. Breeding my boy - that thought was so hot, even hotter than everything
else leading up to it, that I thought I would never stop coming. I never
wanted to.

We laughed, and panted, sweating in a heap, all tangled up together,
entwined, kissing and relishing the afterglow. A new level of closeness, on
top of the awesome closeness we already shared as father and son. Something
that I hoped would continue to grow over time. My big, hunky kid smiled,
squirmed around in my arms, hugged himself tight to me as our bodies slowly
cooled together. I placed a soft kiss on his temple, stroking the big
muscles of his back, down teasingly to the tops of that awesome young
ass. He smiled, wriggled it back into my hands, and I squeezed it tightly
to me.

"Damn I love snow days," he murmured against me, and I had to smile. I sure
hoped this winter would be a bad one, so we could continue to make some
good out of it like this.