Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2010 07:25:45 -0800
From: pssteve2009@hotmail.com
Subject: Working out with my son

My son likes to work out with me so I can give him some pointers and make
sure his form is perfect--of course it involves some touching, moving his
arms and legs into the right position, keeping my hand on his abs to make
sure he's doing his crunches correctly.  Sometimes he cramps up in the
thighs when he's doing squats and if that happens I know how to massage the
kinks out.  I like my son to work up a good sweat at the gym and I like
doing it with him. I enjoy coaching him, helping him challenge himself.

 But what I like more is what happens after the work out. We work out
together at a gym near my house. Since it's so close, we don't shower at
the gym, but come straight home in our sweaty stinky clothes, and that's
when the fun really starts.  One thing leads to another, first checking out
each other's muscles from the work out, a little massage of the sore spots
maybe a little playful wrestling around.  I've always liked to show my son
how proud I am of him with lots of affection -- an arm around the
shoulders, a warm squeeze of the neck, a whispered "you're a good boy, son"
in his ear. And because my son loves his dad, he still likes me to kiss
him, even though he's a grown man now, and he cuddles in close to me and
says "Kiss me Dad, please, I like it when you kiss me." So I take my boy in
my arms and kiss him gently, and then deeper, until our tongues are tangled
in each other's mouths.  I like it when my son says "I love you Daddy.
Please kiss me more." And little by little, sweaty clothes come off until
we end up naked in each others arms.

My son loves it when I kiss him and hold him close. It always gives him a
throbbing hard on, it's been that way ever since he was a boy.  And as soon
as we are naked, he loves to rub his cock against my hairy chest and belly.
I like to feel my boy opening up to his Dad; letting his Dad touch him
everywhere, touching his Dad everywhere, Dad's hairy chest and furry
thighs, Dad's fat cock and heavy balls, kissing his Dad everywhere. My boy
can' t get enough.

And soon my son wants more. He whispers "Please Dad, will you let me suck
your cock?"  Of course I let him.  He first starts with gentle kisses, then
licks my cock and balls like he used to lick a popsicle when he was a kid,
slowly from the bottom to the top.  But soon he is swallowing my cock all
the way. Sometimes he chokes a little so I try to be gentle, but he says,
"Please Daddy, give me all of it." I've taught my boy how to be a good
cock-sucker, how to take it deep, but he didn't really need much teaching.
He's a natural..

He loves nestling his nose in my pubic hair with his mouth stuffed full of
my cock, my balls up against his chin but sometimes I like to remind him
how to do it.  I love sliding my boy's cock into my mouth as well, so I
think I'm a pretty good teacher.  My boy loves feeling his Dad's cock
pressed up against his face,.and pretty soon we're head to tail and sucking
each other and before too long my boy starts moaning, "Oh Dad, you're gonna
make me cum!"  So I pull away--- I like to tease my boy.  I know he wants
my dick in his ass, but I like to make him wait for it, and I think he
likes that too.

We try to take a little break ,but we can't seem to keep our hands off each
other.  Kisses and caresses, a little massage of muscles still sore from
our work-out, and always more kisses--everywhere. The connection gets
hotter and hotter And soon my boy is whimpering as he cuddles up close in
my arms, nestled in my furry chest saying "Please Dad, will you fuck me?"

How can I refuse?  I start to loosen up my boy's sweet ass with my tongue
and then fingers, one, two, three sliding deep into his ass and soon he is
saying "Please Dad, fuck me now. I want my Dad's cock deep inside me."  So
I slide it in, slow and gentle. But my boy is hungry for his Dad's cock and
he sinks his ass all the way, till my pubic hair is tickling his balls and
my balls are banging against his butt cheeks.  He moans, "Oh Daddy that
feels so good, please fuck me harder."

I love to feel my boy opening up and pulling me tighter, wrapping his legs
around me. We kiss deeply as as we fuck.  I like to fuck for a long time,
slow and gentle, then faster and faster.  Again and again I take my boy to
the edge of cumming and pull back.  I like the little moans my son makes
and the way his hands are everywhere, pulling me deeper inside him.

Finally I let my boy cum.  "Shoot for me, son.  Show your Dad how much you
love him" I whisper in his ear as I drive my cock in deeper, and soon my
son's cock is jerking and spurting against my hairy belly and he's saying,
"Oh Dad I love you.  I love the way you fuck me. Daddy! You fuck me SOOO
good!"

Of course there's more to tell.  Sometimes I let my boy fuck me, because
he's going to be a Daddy someday himself and he needs to
practice. Sometimes we go hiking in the woods near my house and end up
making love kissing, caressing sucking and jacking each other off in a
sheltered hollow.  Sometimes we just massage each other--he loves touching
my hairy body and I love touching his -- and sleeping close and tight in
each other's arms.


WORKING OUT WITH MY DAD One of my favorite things in the whole world is
working out with my Dad.  I'm in my twenties now and we've been doing it
ever since my Mom died while I was still in college.  My Dad has always
been a real sports nut and tried to get me more interested in sports.  I
wasn't very athletic in high school, but in the last few years he's really
gotten me hooked.  I love to work out with him.  He's hairy and hunky and
very patient and supportive.  And to tell the truth I just like having him
close, smelling his sweat and watching his muscles bulge, having him spot
me, keeping his hands on me to make sure my form is good.  I like the way
he challenges me to do my best to please him and make him proud of me. I
like the way he knows just how to massage my thighs or shoulders if they
cramp up from too much weight. He's a great teacher and coach and I love
getting sweaty with him and pushing hard to show him how good I'm getting.

We usually work out together at a gym near his house, and what I like even
more is what happens when we go home after the workout.  Since it's so
close to the house, we don't shower at the gym, but come straight home in
our sweaty stinky clothes, and that's when the fun really starts.  He likes
to pull off my shirt and have me show him my muscles.  He feels my biceps,
my quads and tells me what a puny little bastard I am.  I know he's
kidding, and so I usually say, "Oh yeah?  Well let's see yours, chicken
arms" and get him to strip off his shirt and we pose.  Sometimes I ask for
a little massage when I've strained a bit, and we usually end up calling
each other "wimpo" and laughing and wrestling around to see if one can pin
the other down.  He usually wins by tickling me (yeah I can still be
tickled by my Dad) and when I say I give up he always puts his arm around
me and says "I'm really really proud of you son.  Even if you are a wimp
you're a great guy" and he gives my neck a squeeze and puts his arms around
me for a hug.

I really enjoy the way he shows me lots of affection. He's always done
that.  An arm around the shoulder, a pat on the butt, a gentle caress when
he ruffles my hair. We're used to being really close physically, and so
even though I'm in my twenties I still like kissing my Dad, feeling him
hold me close, feeling his breath against my neck.  I love knowing that I'm
his special boy and he loves me and I can make him proud, and so I usually
end up nestling against his hairy chest, wrapping my arms around him and
asking him to kiss me.  It starts with a cuddling kiss that's more a hug
than a kiss, but soon we're kissing each other on the lips and then my
tongue is pressing to find his and the kisses get a lot more passionate.

I always spring a huge hard-on when he holds me close.  I even did that
when I was a kid, but he would always to pretend not to notice, but now
that it's just the two of us, it leads to something wonderful. Our crotches
grind together and soon we're touching each other everywhere and kissing
deeply, passionately for long wonderful minutes. His hands run down my back
and slowly strip off my shorts, then my jock,and I do the same to him.  I
love touching his body, running my hands through his hairy chest, down his
tight hairy abs and into his shorts.  I love to feel the bulge of his
hard-on trapped in his sweaty jock and I moan and tell him how much I love
him kissing me.

Once we're naked I love to rub my cock against his hard, hairy body. And I
love to feel his hands touching me everywhere, opening me with his hands
and lips, at the base of my neck, between my legs, under my arms. in every
secret place.  I'm not ticklish any more and every inch of my body wants to
feel his touch, his tongue.

 And soon my tongue wants to taste every inch of him as well, Feeling his
beautiful hairy body is no longer enough, I need to have my tongue
everywhere, and my mouth slides slowly( with delicious detours ) along the
way down his wonderful hairy chest and belly until it reaches his hard and
throbbing cock.  I settle between his thighs and smile up at him. "I love
you, Dad" I say and begin to kiss his beautiful, beautiful cock, then I
lick it like a popsicle, slowly from the base in his furry balls up to the
tip, covered with glistening pre-cum.  And then I have to have it all, and
I swallow it down until my nose is nestled in his pubic hair and I can feel
his balls tight up against my chin.  Before we know it, he's got his mouth
on my cock, mine on his and we are like one being.  There's nothing in the
universe except the two of us.

Before long he has me on the edge of cumming, but neither one of us wants
our work-out session to end quickly, so I tell him I'm close and we pull
away.  We usually try to take a break, he gets a couple of beers from the
fridge, we try to cool off a bit, but we just can't keep our hands off each
other.  He asks me how my knotted muscles are doing, checks for tension in
my shoulders, rubs my neck but before long the touching turns back into
kisses, gentle kisses behind the ears, in the crook of the knee, the inside
of the arms, up the legs to the inner thighs and soon we're back at it ,
and I'm nestled back in his arms asking him to fuck me.

He always gives me the most beautiful smile when I ask and whispers in my
ear how much he loves his good boy, his beautiful son, and soon my legs are
spread wide as he gently opens my ass with his tongue, then his fingers
until I am begging to feel his cock inside me.

It feels so wonderful to feel his cock sliding into me--he always tries to
do it slowly and gently, but my ass wants him deep and hard--every inch,
and I wrap my legs around him and pull him deeper inside me.  I love
feeling his pubic hair against my balls and he begins to fuck me one
delicious loving thrust after another, slowly, lovingly at first, and then
harder and harder, kissing me deeply all the while.

He can always tell when I'm close to cumming and he pulls away.  I know he
likes to tease me, to keep me under his wonderful loving control and again
and again he brings me sooo close until finally I can;t take it any longer.
I'm moaning like an animal, my hands trying to touch every part of his body
pulling him deeper into me, and finally he whispers in my ear "Cum for me
son, Show your Dad how much you love him" and my cock is spurting cum all
over his hard hairy belly and I feel his cock emptying into my quivering
hungry ass.  "oh Daddy," I sigh, "you fuck me soooo good."

Of course there's more to tell.  Sometimes I fuck him.  He tells me I'm
going to be a Daddy some day and will need to know how to make my own boy
feel special .  I like it better when he fucks me, but I know how good a
cock feels deep in my ass and I love to give him those same wonderful
feelings. Sometimes we go hiking in the woods near his house and end up
making love kissing, caressing sucking and jacking each other off in a
sheltered hollow.  Sometimes we just massage each other--he loves touching
my hairy body and I love touching his -- and sleeping close and tight in
each other's arms.