Date: Fri, 1 Dec 2017 12:35:04 -0500
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: "The 12 Tales of Christmas II: Early Present"

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*****

"Anybody home?" I called out as I stepped through the front door. The house
was quiet, no cars in the driveway. That might mean I could take some time
to relax before everyone got home, maybe rub one out after four hours on
the road. It had been awhile since I'd stroked a load out in my own bed,
and the idea sure had a nice ring to it.

"Yeah, down here," I heard Dad call from downstairs. I set my duffel bag
and my backpack down, hung my car keys on the hook, and headed down to the
rec room and Dad's office beyond it.

"Hey Dad... oh damn," I grunted, stopping dead in my tracks in the door to
his office.

Dad was half-bent, half-crouched over his desk, his back to the door, naked
as the day he was born. My cock had already been stirring awake, in
anticipation of a nice, slow jack session up in my room, and it was waking
up even faster now, filling my jeans real quick as I stared at his big,
fit, utterly naked body. The way he was posed, waiting for me.

"Welcome home, bud," he grinned back over his shoulder at me, then reached
back to put his hand on his ass, sliding it slowly down his thigh. Even in
middle age, he still had an amazing ass and great legs, features I'd
inherited from him, and hoped to maintain as well as he had.

"Damn, glad to be home," I said, eyes still locked on the solid muscles of
his glutes, the bulge of his quads, the heavy dangle of his big hefty balls
between his thighs. I found myself stepping into the room, drawn in by his
big, studly body, almost without even knowing I was moving. The closer I
got, the better he looked, and the more I started to notice...

"Shit, did you shave?" I half-grunted with lusty surprise, closing the
distance between us, my cock like a crowbar in my jeans now as I reached
out and touched the warm, utterly bare flesh of his sexy man's ass. Smooth
as silk, sure enough, just skin and muscle beneath the palm of my hand. Dad
grunted and pushed his ass back a little more, as I stared down his cleft,
spread wide and just as smooth as his cheeks. We weren't particularly hairy
dudes, but somehow the sight of Dad's ass without the thicket of dark fur
around his hole was even more stark - fur that had tickled my lips and
tongue and chin, along the length of my cock as I slid it inside of him,
individual dark hairs all matted down with lube and spit and cum.

I touched the tips of my fingers to the insides of his cleft, where his
hair had been, and grunted with lust at the sensation. It was very freshly
shaven, a trace of the light scent still on his skin from the aftershave
balm he always used. I pictured him, one leg up on the vanity in his
bathroom, carefully lathering his ass up, shaving cream thick in his cleft,
running his razor carefully over his most intimate space. Prepping himself,
for me. My cock throbbed in my underwear extra hard at the image, as I ran
my fingers all over his smooth, clean trench and felt him shiver at my
touch.

"I wasn't sure what to get you for Christmas this year," he said, his voice
thick and husky and a little amused as my fingers explored his new
smoothness. "And then I thought about how much you like going down on me,
and, well..."

"Aw fuck Dad," I grunted lustily. "Best present ever, big guy."

I slid my fingers up and down his cleft, a little more intently now,
grazing down to the newly smooth skin around his tight pucker. I pursed my
lips and let a thick strand of spit loose, dripping down onto my
fingertips, and slowly rubbed it into his sensitive flesh there. Dad
moaned, pushing himself back against my fingers, and I felt my cock start
to leak.

"So go ahead and open it, stud," he half-growled, looking back over his
shoulder at me as I grinned back at him. I gave his ass a playful, but
solid smack.

"Yes sir," I said, dropping to my knees.

"God damn, this is pretty," I said lustily. I took hold of his boxy,
muscular glutes and pushed my face in, letting it rest there, savoring the
new sensation of his clean-shaven skin against my cheeks as my hands felt
up the smoothness of him. Dad tensed the big muscles for me, and I growled
my approval, rubbing my face around his trench and making him growl right
back, before I slid my tongue out along the newly-smooth length of his
taint and started to lick him.

"Fuck, I missed this," Dad grunted, as I dug my fingers deeper into the
flesh of his glutes and got into it, dragging my spit-wet tongue slowly up
his taint, over the tight smoothness of his hole, all the way up his cleft
to his tailbone, then back down again. He tasted clean and fresh, like that
Nivea balm he used on his face after shaving, just the faint trace of his
natural, masculine musk that sent a jolt of sense memory right down the
length of my leaking cock. It was a good smell, a man's smell, salty and
somehow dusky on my tongue as I licked him up and down.

I pulled my head back and spat a sharp, thick wad of spit right onto the
clutch of his gleaming hole, making him moan out loud and his pucker twitch
as the warm wad slid down it. I dove back in face-first, rubbing my spitwad
around his hole with my tongue, grunting hungrily, working him like a dog
hunting truffles, nose-deep in the fine, rich terrain of his ass. I licked
him up and down and all over, getting hungrier and hungrier for him,
supplementing long swipes of my tongue with more wads of spit, as he moaned
and pushed his fine, tight tail back against my hungry face and lips and
tongue.

"Fuck yeah, get in there, kid," he growled, reaching back to grab the back
of my head and push me in deeper. I smacked his ass a little more solidly
and redoubled my efforts, until he was practically dripping with spit and
my cock was about ready to Hulk out of my jeans.

I shot another wad of spit directly onto his hole, then started to probe it
with my tongue, feeling him open up to the thick, wet muscle of it, letting
me inside him in that most intimate way. Even more intimate than a man's
fingers, or his cock - letting him really taste you, taste his way inside
of you. Dad had a talented tongue, and I fondly remember bucking my
tight-muscled teen tail back on his hardworking tongue, back when we'd
really leveled up with our taboo play, going from handjobs and sucking each
other off, to the real good stuff. I remembered every lesson he'd taught me
that first summer going deep together, and I relished every chance I got to
practice the skills he'd taught me - especially on him. Now that I was away
at school, we didn't get so many chances at this, and that made us both so
much hungrier for it when we did, like now.

Dad was clean as a whistle inside, nothing but the vestiges of his sharp
manly musk as I licked him out, working my thick tongue up inside of him,
grunting and slurping and huffing hot breaths as I zeroed in on the mound
of his prostate with the tip of my tongue, and started to work it
aggressively.

"Fuckin' yes," he growled, his hand on the back of my head urging me on,
one knee up on his desk now, opening himself up for me well and truly. "Eat
me out, Sport."

I growled in reply, all the way up inside of him, working his rim with my
lips and his prostate with my tongue, the strange but amazing sensation of
his smooth ass surrounding my face, making me aware of the day-old stubble
I was starting to sport. The muscles of his ass clutched and clenched in my
hands, making me even hotter for him, the big fit fucker who'd made me,
giving up his fine tail for me yet again.

I worked him over until my tongue and my jaw started to ache, and I was
starting to get a little light-headed from the reduced oxygen. I sat back
on my heels, my cock throbbing angrily inside my jeans, demanding to be
freed, even more as I reached down to grope myself with one hand while I
smeared the remnants of my spit over his smooth cleft and hole with the
other.

"I take it you like it, Sport," Dad grinned over his shoulder at me,
flush-faced and happy as I rubbed spit-wet fingertips over his hole again.

I met his eyes, grinned, then spat on his hole and pushed it slowly inside
of him. One finger, pushing and rotating inside his spit-wet hole, and then
another, working him together slowly, like I knew he liked.

"Best present ever, Dad," I said, eyes locked on his as I fingered him
lewdly, finding his spot and working it, watching his face twitch and
contort with pleasure. I slowly stood up, still groping my obscene
college-boy cockbulge, eyes still on his as I fingerfucked my own father,
loving every god damn second of it.

I pressed the hard bulge of my cock to his hip as I draped myself over his
broad back, continuing to work his prostate over with my digits. I kissed
my way over his warm skin, starting to glow a little with sweat, up to the
back of his neck, feeling him shiver all over beneath me.

"Can I fuck you, big guy?" I murmured in his ear, making him shiver and
grunt. "Get my big young dick up in you, like I know you like?"

"Yeah, Sport," he growled at me, face all flushed. "You can fuck me. Like
the man you are, son."

"Like the man you taught me how to be, Dad," I growled back, and kissed
him, hard and wet, the taste of his insides all over my lips and tongue as
we grunted and sucked on each other's tongues and started to trade spit.

I had to pull my fingers out of him so I could yank my clothes off, jeans
and pullover and T-shirt and wet-spotted boxer briefs littering the
floor. He looked over his shoulder at me, at my body, taking in my hard
young muscles, the hair starting to come in on my chest, the seven hard
inches filling my hand as I spat down on the head of my cock and stroked it
into the skin. He reached for his trusty lube bottle, the one I knew he
kept in his desk drawer, standing ready on the desktop in front of him. My
cock throbbed lustily in my fist as I watched him squirt a whole bunch of
the stuff on his fingers, then reach back and slick himself with it, his
eyes meeting mine as he slicked his hole up, then pushed his fingers inside
of himself. Such a lewd, lusty display, my father fingering lube inside his
clean-shaven hole, all for me.

"God damn, you're fuckin' hot, Dad," I growled, stepping up close to him
again, running my free hand down the flexing muscles of his forearm as he
worked the slick lube into his hole for me.

"Hot for my kid, Sport," he growled right back, and we grinned lustily at
each other. I took the bottle of lube and squirted a thick stream of it
down on my cock, making it even glossier and slicker, shiny and wet and
sounding lewd as hell as I slicked my length with it.

"Let me handle this, big guy," I said, tugging his hand free from between
his cheeks, replacing his fingers with my own lube-slicked ones. I grinned
at the way his eyes rolled up, at the deep moan of pleasure coming from his
big, broad chest as I probed up inside of him again, slick and warm and
tight, but giving. Ready to be fucked. Ready for me.

There was a little resistance as I pushed the spongy thickness of my
cockhead to him, but the slick mix of lube, spit and precum coating it made
short work of his tight hole. Then, nothing but tight, slick heat all
around the head of my cock as he opened up for me and I took the
invitation, one hand on my cock, the other holding onto his hip, as I
stared down at the unforgettable sight of my cock breaching his
shaved-smooth hole.

"Aw fuck, kiddo," he moaned as I steadily pushed my way inside him, up into
his slick, hot, clutching insides, filling him with big young cock that was
a near-twin of his own.

"That's exactly right, big guy," I growled back, enough of my cock inside
of him now that I could let go of it and take hold of his trim hips with
both hands, sinking steadily inside his welcoming warmth.

"Fuck, yeah, hold it there a sec," he grunted as I reached the base, the
thick hair of my bush tickling against the slick, shiny smoothness of his
ass. "Lemme just... feel you in me. Fuck. Yeah. Damn, I missed this..."

"Me too, Dad, me too," I murmured, bending over to kiss between his
shoulder blades, throbbing inside of him as he clutched around me. I
reached around his hip and found his cock, big and hard and leaking. I gave
it a slow, slick-fisted stroke, listening to him murmur with pleasure and
tighten up against and around me.

"You're so fuckin' hard, Dad," I murmured to him. "Hard for this son cock,
right?"

"God, so fuckin' right, buddy," he moaned, throbbing in my fist and around
the thickness of my cock. "Hard for my big boy."

"Hard as I am for you, big man," I murmured back, pulling half the length
of my cock out of him, then slowly thrusting it back inside him, making him
moan and shiver all over. "See?"

"Fuck yeah," he grunted. "Show me some more, Sport."

"Yes sir," I grinned, and I did. Slow strokes at first, stroking my length
up inside of him, splitting his smooth ass wide open around the thickness
of my cock as I warmed us both up. I couldn't make it back for Thanksgiving
this year, so I was making up for months apart, since the last week before
I headed back to school, fucking each other every damn chance we got. The
morning I left, we'd both gotten up early, and he'd fucked a thick load up
my ass that I'd kept inside me the whole four hours up the interstate back
to campus, smiling and half-hard the whole way. I'd been thinking about him
and us and our lusty, taboo secret the four months since then, and I showed
him how much in the fuck I gave him, picking up the pace of my thrusts,
wrapping one arm around the thick musculature of his mature torso and
really starting to drill him. The slap of skin on skin, hips against
shaved-smooth ass filled the room, with our grunts and moans and dirty
talk, with the tangy scent of our fucksweat.

"God damn, your ass is so tight... so fuckin' smooth, Dad," I panted,
fucking him fast and hard now, the muscles in his big upper arms flexing as
he gripped the edge of the desk and took me.

"Smooth for you, big guy," he growled back. "Smooth for my big-dicked
boy. You like it, don't ya, Sport?"

"I fuckin' love it," I grunted. "Love fucking your ass, Dad. Love it
fuckin' smooth for me. Only thing I'd love better..."

"Fuck, what, kiddo?" Dad panted lustily.

"If you let me shave it for you next time, Dad," I growled, rotating my
hips and corkscrewing my cock up inside him in that way that drove him
nuts.

"Aw fuck," he grunted. "Wanna shave your Dad down for your cock, huh stud?"

"Fuckin' shave it down... lotion it up... then fuck my cum into it, Dad," I
growled, reaching up his torso to tweak his stiff nip with one hand, then
sliding it down to wrap round his throbbing cockflesh again.

"Fuck my cum up your smooth Dad hole all Christmas long, big guy," I
panted, feeling the fire kindling in my balls, head full of the vision of
the razor and the gel and the lotion, and all my cum leaking out from his
smooth, fresh-fucked Dad hole. Dad growled through gritted teeth at that,
and I felt him throb and spurt precum in my slick fist.

"That's all I want, stud," he spat. "All I want you to give me, son."

"Fuck yeah, Dad," I moaned, feeling him twitching and tensing and
tightening, knowing he was gonna fire off any minute now. "Then
maybe... you can shave me too... make me into your boy... all smooth for
his Daddy to fuck..."

"Aw fuckin' god damn, Jase!" he howled, his cock throbbing as I thumbed the
slick, oozing head and drilled the full length of my cock inside of him,
and just like that, my fist was full of thick, hot, slickness, overflowing
with his cum as it started to spurt, splattering the desktop beneath him as
I fucked and stroked the load out of him.

"Yeah, fuckin' cum for me, Dad," I panted, as his insides clutched
rhythmically around my thickness, in time with the shots of his
orgasm. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum for you..."

I buried my face in the sweaty short hairs on the back of his neck and
joined him, shooting my hot, thick cum up into his paternal
depths. Together, we shuddered and moaned and shot our loads, bound
together with sweat and flesh and cum.

"Fuckin' shit, buddy," Dad half-panted, half-chuckled as I slowly
disengaged from his oozing hole, my fingers reaching down to touch the
puffy fresh-fucked smoothness of it, smearing the stray trails of lube and
my cum seeping from inside of him, glazing him with fuck juices. His cock
was a rubbery, cum-slicked tube of flesh, nearly a twin of mine as he
turned and drew me into his big arms, lips parting to meet mine as I leaned
into him and kissed him deep.

"Welcome home, kid," he grinned, ruffling my sweaty hair between slow,
warm, wet kisses. "Hope you liked your present."

"I love it, Dad," I grinned back. "I'm looking forward to playing with it
the whole holiday."

"The gift that keeps on giving, huh?" he chuckled as I wrapped my arms
tight around him and squeezed.

"I sure hope so," I said. "Now I just gotta think of something real special
to give you, too."

"I'm sure you'll come up with some good ideas, son," he grinned.

"I'm sure I will too, Dad, and I'm pretty sure you're gonna love `em," I
said, drawing him into another deep, slow kiss.