Date: Mon, 29 Jan 2024 00:04:41 +0000
From: d.praved.mann <d.praved.mann@proton.me>
Subject: Michael's Summer Visit

MICHAEL'S SUMMER VISIT
by d.praved.mann@proton.me

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NOTE: This is a fictional story. Fantasizing is okay, but actually doing
the things in this story could produce irreparable harm. Please never take
away a boy's innocence; it can never be put back. If you are inclined to do
any of these acts, please just read this story, jerk off, and be
satisfied. Then let it go.

----

Last time I saw my son Michael was late last summer, right before he left
for college. He had come home for Christmas, but spent it with his mom, and
I wasn't able to connect with him. I'd talked with him numerous times
during the year and, well, now that I think about it, we did FaceTime a few
times too. But the pictures when we FaceTimed were just head-shots.

The conversations, however, had told me that Michael had continued working
out, and during the year he'd put on nearly 20 pounds--all muscle. And
that's saying a LOT, because when he left for school, the dude weighed 220
pounds! At six-foot-three, and at a walkin' around body fat of less than
six percent, the stud was a muscle king.

Now, though, I was going to see him again, and I gotta say, my heart was
pounding hard. He'd been staying at his mom's place, and I'd told him to
come out to my country house and spend a few weeks with me, and he'd
happily agreed.

My little neighbor boy was staying with me for a few days while his parents
were in Yosemite. Little Chuck was about nine, and he'd really taken to all
the pictures of a nearly-naked, flexing Michael that I'd plastered all over
the house; I'd started pinning up pictures of Mike back when he was in high
school, and even when he was a junior he was stacked like a fully-adult
bodybuilder. The kid's physique was just amazing.

I waited for Michael in my back yard. At the moment, little Chuck had run
next door to get some things from his bedroom.



"HEY, DAD, I'M HERE!" I heard as the back screen door closed behind
Michael.

And Ho--Lee--Fuck! My boy was huge! And fucking jacked! Even in khaki
shorts and a t-shirt, his muscles literally rippled everywhere! It was hard
to take in, all that muscle. Michael was a walking hunk that any bona fide
muscle lover would get hard over... in mere seconds. Enormous arms, a thick
chest, broad shoulders, huge legs, and his waist and hips were tiny
compared to the rest of him.

He smiled at me with that sexy grin of his, and I was hard immediately. I
think he saw it, too. "Aw Dad," he smiled, "so good to see you."

"Fuck, son," I muttered. I couldn't stand up because I didn't want him to
get any more evidence of my boner over him. "You are so fucking jacked!
What did my eyes do to deserve such a stupendous sight! You look soooo
good!"

He smiled and thanked me for the compliment, bent down to me and we
hugged. Then, and this is the goddamn truth: He kissed me on the lips! And
it lasted a few seconds!

I was a goner. I didn't have any idea what Michael was doing, but I
certainly wasn't going to complain.

 "Damn, Michael," I said, "I'm the luckiest father anywhere. It's so good
to have you here." I looked up and down his gorgeous, over-muscled body,
lusting over my son. Fuck, he was a muscle man to beat all muscle men! So
fucking buff, and jacked like no one I'd ever seen! "Fuck, son... you're
even bigger and more ripped than ever!" I didn't hide my admiration for
him, and I took a minute to really appreciate the bulging mounds of muscle
on the man.

He and I had never actually played around with each other, but he had let
me watch him jerk off a number of times when he was in high school. Fuck,
what a show the dude put on. I'd had to cloister myself away afterwards and
jerk off in private. And truth be told, I jacked off at least once a day
while standing in front of one of the pictures I'd taken of
Michael. Fuck. What I really wanted was to get some pictures of him naked
and erect... maybe even jacking off.... To be honest, one of my most wicked
fantasies was to watch naked Michael hump a big pillow. Of course, it'd be
best if that pillow were actually a person--and don't tell anyone, but it'd
be insane if that person was a little boy. Fuuuuuuuuck. I'd fantasized many
times about seeing Michael lay on top of a young boy, covering the kid with
his body, playing with the boy, getting him really hard... letting him
touch Michael's big, hard cock... and then spreading the boy's legs, and
slowly pushing inside... fucking him for an hour or so.... Holy fuuuuuck.

Like that would ever happen....

Obviously, Michael had a pretty good idea that I was in to men--and yes,
especially muscle men--even though we never discussed it, more than the
offhand joke or innuendo. He had goofed around with guys forever, but he
always bragged about his conquests with the girls, too. He was a fucking
stud. I had been hesitant to broach the subject with him, and secretly I
wanted to bang the dude, you know? Fuck, I wanted to be with him. Please
don't judge me, but... fuck... I really wanted to be in bed with my
son... I'd fantasized so many times about that: Him on top of me... us
lying next to each other with my hands running all over his muscles... one
hand on his gorgeous, big, erect cock, rubbing it and teasing it, while my
other hand ran all the fuck over his mammoth arms, his thick chest, his
cobblestone abs... while we passionately kissed into the night. I was
hopelessly in lust with my son. I have no idea what I did in life to
deserve a friend and son like that man.

Anyway...

He grinned again, and slowly lifted one arm, flexing it into a dizzying
peak. The sleeve of his t-shirt moved up his arm as his biceps forced it
back. His veiny, enormous, peaked arm muscles split into two distinct
heads; his vascularity and leanness was stupefying. The guy should be in
magazines. Fuck, I knew that lots of guys would masturbate to any picture
of Michael.

"Holy fuck!" I muttered.

His peak grew and grew. It had to be bigger than most bodybuilders who have
spent many years in the gym!

He relaxed and then just stood there, smiling at me. "Mind if I join you?"
He nodded toward an empty lounge chair.

"Well, before you sit down, son," I said, "did you bring any appropriate
backyard clothing?"

He cocked his head, questioning.

I let my eyes run up and down his muscles. "You're not staying here keeping
that (I motioned up and down his physique) all covered up. I'm tellin' you
right now!"

He tossed his head back laughing. "Dad, you're hilarious." He took in a few
deep breaths, making his muscular, thick chest expand, then settled
down. "Well, I did bring a few posers."

"Good," I grinned. And just in case you didn't, I picked up some things for
you anyway. Consider it a summertime present." I pulled out a small sack
that contained four very small and skimpy posing straps. They were
basically just a string, holding a pouch for his package. "Go inside and
pick one of these out, son."

He examined each one; with a grinning face he turned and went back into the
house.

"When you come back out, I'll have another surprise for you," I called to
him.



FIVE OR SIX MINUTES LATER, he emerged, wearing one of the G-strings. Fuck
me twice on Sundays! My son's body was overwhelming! I'd never seen a man
so fucking jacked, so perfect, so muscular and lean!

I took a few minutes to ogle him, and Michael didn't get shy on me. He knew
I loved muscle, and I got the distinct impression he loved torturing me
with his physique. He even leaned over me and moved his face close to
mine. His cologne was musky and so fucking masculine. We could have kissed
again, he was so close. I stared into his gorgeous brown eyes, and he
stared back; I got the impression there was a bit of lust in his eyes
too. But then he gave me a peck kiss on the forehead and just smiled
big. He giggled as he stood up tall.

Fuck. The kid was pure torture.

He took a lounge chair across from me. His arms were gargantuan--and
ripped. I swear the kid didn't have an ounce of fat on his body.

When he relaxed back and smiled at me, I just couldn't help it. "Damn,
Michael, you must just slay everyone you meet. You are just perfect.

"Thanks, Dad," he said with a smile. He sat there, staring at me while he
put his hands on the insides of his over-developed quads; he ran them up
and down... over and under... slowly, sensually. Fuck I wished I were his
hands right then. He kept staring at me while he touched his leg
muscles. He knew exactly what he was doing. And I could tell he loved my
reaction... watching his hands move inside... each pass getting closer and
closer to his over-filled pouch. I licked my lips, and he smiled wider.

I wasn't going to be able to survive these two weeks with him here.

We had some beers, and all the while I got to ogle his stupendous, jacked
body. He knew what I was doing, yet he just played into my desires. The kid
was gonna be my death, I tell you!

Finally, during a lull, I brought up the subject: "Damn, Michael, from the
way you fill out that pouch, I'd say you're packing some size pretty-much
everywhere on that body of yours!"

He grinned. "You think so?" He looked down at his organ. It really did make
an enormous bulge under the... admittedly skimpy fabric.

"Damn, son." I inadvertently licked my lips.

Michael looked at himself, then up at me. "Well..." he quickly scanned the
back yard, looking for any eyes that might be peeping over the fence. "I
dunno... I guess some guys kinda think it's big."

I was breathing deeply now, because I knew Michael. My boy wasn't shy about
anything. He'd actually taken to walking around the house naked sometimes
when he visited. And of course there were those times he'd jerked off for
me.... So yes, I knew the dude was hung like a stallion. He'd definitely
grown into a full-fledged man over the years. But it had been a while since
I'd... since I'd... looked at it.

"You gonna keep me guessing?" I can only imagine how much he saw my mouth
watering.

"Guessing?" he grinned.

"Well, you know... I mean, I'm your dad and all... so... of course I've
seen it before, Michael. And you've never been shy about letting me look,
Mike. Fuck, when you used to jerk off in front of me... in high
school... it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.... So don't get shy on me
now..." I paused because I was the one being shy now. "You know you want me
to see it, don't you?"

He gave a soft chuckle. "Yeah, I do. But only because you want to see
it... really bad, Dad."

I cleared my throat. The kid was a big tease. "You gonna? You gonna show
your dad what you're packin'?"

He chuckled, then grinned. "Well, just be aware, if I take it out and show
it to you, you're gonna get me all excited. It'll get hard pretty quick,
with those eyes of yours watering all over while you look at it, and your
hands sweating, wantin' to touch it."

I nearly choked on my tongue at his mention of me touching his cock. Fuck,
I wanted to do that so bad. But I tamped down my reaction to that
idea. "Wouldn't bother me one bit to endure that," I said, trying to keep
calm.

He winked at me, and with his dimpled smile, it almost sent me over the
edge right then and there. "Okay, Pops. But you gotta ask for it. What do
you want to see? What do you want me to do?" His sly smile was going to
slay me. He was a playful tease; he knew exactly what I wanted, and he
loved withholding it from me... just to see me beg.

"I want to see that thing," I said, looking at his skimpy trunks--the pouch
was actually full, to overflowing, with his genitals. "I want to see your
cock and balls, boy. I want you to pull your trunks down and let me see
it. Come on, son. Lemme see."

"Aw, Dad.... You really got it bad for your boy," he teased. "Is that why
you have all those pictures of me on the walls in the house?" He thought
for a moment, then said, "I bet you.... Do you jerk off to pictures of me?"

I turned beet red. I dunno why... it had to be obvious. But hearing him
mention it was embarrassing.

"Fuck, Dad. That turns me on so fucking much. To think that while I'm at
college you're home jerking off to pictures of me... spraying the walls
with my little brother's seeds... all because my body turns you on so
fucking much."

I was gonna die.

He chuckled. "Shit, Dad. You have no idea how much that turns me on. I've
always loved to look at your body. And I'm pretty sure I've seen you get
hard when you look at mine. Fuck... I want to see you jerk off while you
look at my muscles--not just a picture of me, but me in the flesh." He
shook his head as if not believing how this was all coming down. "So
fucking hot to see you cum all over me... all over you're boy right here."
He took a few deep breaths and refocussed. He smiled, and started fiddling
with his trunks. He studied me, then watched his hands as he sloooooowly
pulled himself out. Within a minute his balls and cock were out, and his
thong was tucked under and behind them.

"Holy fuck, Mike. Just... holy fuck!"

He smiled up at me. "I thought you'd like it." He didn't touch himself. I
could see his heartbeat in it as it started to rise and harden. "And,
yep..." he said. "It's liking those eyes of yours, Dad. Gonna be hard in
record time, the way you keep looking at it. I think you want it, don't
you...."

My mouth was dry. When it got fully erect, the thing was a mouth-watering
work of fucking art. And he was showing it off... to me right there.

He leaned back and just let it wave at me, grinning at my reaction. "You
like it, huh?" he taunted.

"Fuck, Michael. Just fucking hell!" The thing looked like it was a foot
long! And thick... and insanely veiny! It was the most masculine
demonstration of male virility imaginable. I just gawked at it while he
slowly stroked it, up and down, smirking while he displayed his
overwhelming manhood to his dad.

I was gonna beat off so hard in bed tonight. I knew I'd never get this
image of Michael out of my mind... that it would be a permanent resident in
my spank bank forever.

Just then, the side gate to the neighbor's house clicked open then
shut. Little Chuck was returning from retrieving some stuff he'd left in
his bedroom. He'd been staying with me a day now; his parents wouldn't be
back till the end of the week.

"Oh, here's the surprise," I said to Michael. "Good."

Still down on the lawn, when he saw Michael sitting with me on the deck,
little Chuck froze. Michael's back was to the boy, so he didn't see the
muscle hunk's erection, just his back side, with those broad lats, wide
shoulders, and that tiny ass.

When he realized that a little kid was there, Michael whispered: "Fuck." He
frantically started to try to put himself away, but now that he was hard,
that wasn't going to happen. There was no way to get that thing back in its
box.

"Don't worry, Michael," I said. "Leave it. I kinda want to see his reaction
to it. Just show it off to the boy. Let him have a look at what a real man
can be."

Michael lifted his eyebrows, smirked a bit, then settled down.

Chuck approached, and climbed the few stairs to the deck.

"Oh, glad you're back," I said to Chuck. "Chuck, this is my son,
Michael. He's gonna be staying with me for a few weeks while he's home from
college. Michael, this is my neighbor's boy, Chuck. He's in third
grade. He's staying here too for a few days while his parents are gone."

By the time I finished talking, Chuck was fully on the deck. He walked with
trepidation. He still hadn't seen the muscleman's cock sticking up at
attention, but he was mesmerized by all that muscle, just sitting on my
deck. Obviously the kid had never been exposed to 240 pounds of solid,
jacked muscle.

Michael pivoted slightly when Chuck got close. "Hey, Chuck. Glad to meet
you." He stuck out his hand, and at that point, the little boy had rounded
to the front of Michael, and as he accepted the muscle man's handshake, he
saw it... in all it's eleven-inch, thick, veiny glory. (Michael would let
me measure it later, and yes: eleven inches. I'm serious.)

The boy was frozen--dumbfounded. He let go of Michael's hand and stared at
the giant shaft that was waving at him. Michael made no effort to conceal
the fact that he was willingly, blatantly showing his genitals to a little
boy.

Michael was smiling. He said to Chuck, "Don't let this bother you, Chuck,"
nodding down at his huge, bobbing erection, "My Dad just wanted me to show
it to him, that's all."

Chuck's eyes were huge. Mostly for that cock, but it was also obvious that
the kid had never seen a body with the likes of this kind of sheer,
rippling, bulging, huge muscle.

"Dad likes me to show it off to him, because it's so big. He likes looking
at it.... So... you can look at it too--all you want, Chuck," Michael
continued. "Dad says he wishes I'd show it to him more often; he likes it
when it gets really hard and stiff like this--so I like showing it off for
him. You can look all you want, little buddy," he smiled at the boy. "It's
just part of being a man, dude."

Finally, Chuck, his wide eyes taking in all of Michael's body and cock--and
apparently calmed by my son's casual demeanor--just blurted, "Woowwwww! You
got so many big muscles! And... and... holy hell!" He pointed at
it. "Wowwww! That's huge! I mean, Wow! I've never seen a peepee that big!
It looks really hard, too!"

Michael chuckled. "Thanks, little buddy. You like looking at all of my
muscles? And at this?" He put one thumb behind his erect cock, down at the
base, and leveraged it away from his abs, toward the boy.

Chuck gave out a low whistle; he reminded me of his dad. And at just ten
years old, he had developed a pretty good whistle, too.

Both Michael and I laughed.

"That's great, Chuck," I said. "You can look at my son's muscles--and
everything--all you want. Michael is actually kind of a show-off."

"Got that right, Dad," Michael laughed. He said to Chuck, "You wanna come
sit on my lap?"

Despite his obvious caution, Chuck surprised both of us by approaching the
nearly-naked, erection-flexing muscle stud. Chuck's face showed his awe as
he took in all that was Michael. Michael just let him look. Then, Michael
asked the kid to strip down so that my boy could see all of Chuck's cute
body. In a few seconds, a naked little Chuck climbed up on Michael's lap,
facing away from my son, sitting right on top of the log of my boy's
enormous erection. Michael adjusted himself under the boy, and let his eyes
close slowly while he enjoyed the contact with Chuck's little ass. With no
resistance whatsoever, Chuck let the huge muscle hunk move his big hands
all over the boy's smooth, creamy skin. Sometimes little Chuck adjusted his
butt on top of Michael's enormous cock, and my son moaned in pleasure,
making sure to let the little boy know the effect he was having. "Oh, damn,
Chuck," Michael said. "It feels so good when you do that."

Pretty soon, the two of them were really sharing themselves with each
other. Chuck was so amazingly in to Michael's muscles. He felt all over
Michael's big, rippling legs... his little hands moving over and around
Michael like he was worshiping him.

I just watched.

Now Michael was really playing with the boy's little pecker, and it was so
fucking hot I nearly came in my shorts. My son's muscular, long fingers
were bigger than Chuck's peepee, and it was such a friggin' turn-on to
watch the little boy let Michael enjoy him. Michael's hands also moved
everywhere--and I do mean everywhere--on the boy. The kid was sporting a
tiny erection, mirroring (in a miniature kind of way) the thing he was
sitting on. Michael played with the kid's little peepee and balls. They
both giggled when it tickled Chuck. Still, Michael hadn't yet offered up
his cock and balls for the little boy to feel.

I was as hard as a pipe watching all of this. But not as hard as I was
about to get, when Michael, holding the boy close to his muscular body,
slowly stroking the kid's penis, said softly, "Do you want to feel mine?"

Chuck turned his face back and up, looking toward my gorgeous son--and with
anticipating, wide eyes, just nodded.

Michael repositioned the boy so that he was facing the hunk's body
now. Michael's legs were splayed wide, and he'd set the kid down on his
legs far enough so Mike's eleven-incher stuck up right in front of the
boy. He turned his chair a bit so I could watch as Chuck touched him.

Chuck was hesitant, and I assured him that this was a secret thing, and
that he wouldn't get in trouble as long as he didn't tell his parents.

The boy looked at Michael's gorgeous face and asked shyly, "Can
I... um... can I... feel your hair... down there?" He looked down at the
hair that surrounded the base of Michael's erection.

"Sure, bud," Michael said softly. "Go ahead and start there."

Chuck, sitting on top of Michael's splayed legs, timidly moved his fingers
into the dark forest of my boy's pubes. He kept them trimmed, yet he let
them grow long enough to... enjoy. Michael let his huge shaft rest on his
abs while Chuck acquainted himself with the masculine hair.

Soon, Michael took the boy's hands, lifted them, and slowly placed them
around his enormous shaft. Chuck took to it quickly, and it didn't take
long for the boy to start stroking.

Michael's cock was wet with pre-cum; he softly explained what that liquid
was for, and that he sometimes lets little boys lick it up. This was
definitely news to me. Yet he might have just said it to get the boy
relaxed. It'd be easier for Chuck to comply if he knew someone had done it
before. Mike's voice was soothing and relaxed... like he really enjoyed
explaining these things to the boy. While he softly spoke, Michael's hands
glided Chuck's small hands up and down his burgeoning shaft. "You can just
rub it, up and down... slowly, like that. Do you like touching it?"

Chuck just nodded, and from this angle, I could see his smile, and his wide
eyes. What would it be like to be a little boy like that, sitting on top of
a jacked, gorgeous muscle man like Michael, who was letting Chuck do all
this?

The boy lightly stroked and explored the entirety of Michael's overgrown,
hard cock, and his low-hanging balls. I was gonna come within seconds.

Chuck had frowned at the idea of ingesting fluid from a guy's penis, but
when Michael scooped some up on his fingertip and ingested it himself,
saying how sweet it tasted, Chuck relaxed. It also helped when Michael
suggested that the kid might want to lick up and down the shaft like it was
a lolly-pop. Chuck thought that was a great idea.

"It's got veins all over," he said between licks. "It's like a big
muscle. It's lumpy.... And it's really, really hard!"

Michael chuckled, and let his head go back while he let the boy lick him up
and down, up and down.

I was about to explode. I had opened my short pants and had been stroking
myself for a while. Michael had grinned when he'd seen me going to town
over him and the boy. It was so fucking hot watching my muscular son enjoy
having a little boy touch him like this.

Michael sat up straight again and said to the enthralled boy, "You can feel
my balls too if you want. They're just hanging there, and I think they're
hoping you'll gonna want to touch them. They're big, like my cock, and
it'll feel really good to me... if you want to that is."

Chuck didn't need much prodding. He reached down, behind Michael's
low-hangers--fuck my son was so hung and big!--and hefted them up. They
were mostly bare, so the boy really got a chance to feel all over them. He
played with the warm skin that held Mike's testicles, then alternated
between plying those semen-makers, and the shaft that would
soon--inevitably--deliver my son's seed. This went on forever, and I
couldn't tell who was enjoying it more, my Michael or the boy who was
captivated by all parts of my son's jacked body.

I decided to take the next step. I quietly got off my chair and approached
the two. "Here," I said to Chuck, "let me show you how to really make
Michael groan and moan. He'll really like this." I lifted the boy off my
son's big, hard quads and stood him up, right between Michael's wide-spread
legs. Then I knelt down between my boy's legs and hefted his balls in one
hand. "Fuck, Michael, you got some huge gonads here, son. So beautiful. And
they're such low-hangers, too. God fuck me...." I lifted the balls to one
side while Chuck watched, and with Michael's enormous erection above my
head I started licking behind them, at the man's perineum. He moaned
loudly, and it encouraged me on. I licked and tickled him while his entire
muscle body shuddered. Chuck watched expectantly.

"Aw fuck Dad," Michael groaned as I ministered to his
testicles. "Fuck... I've wanted you to do this to for years. Damn, you have
no... idea...." He moaned and groaned, cussing and calling, "Dad," while I
made sure to caress every square inch of his gonads. "Fuck... I've jerked
off so many times to this very fantasy... my own dad's tongue on my cock
and balls.... Turns me... on... so fu... fucking... much...." I could see
Mike's big hands grasping the arms of his chaise lounge. Shit, he looked
like he was about to come... yet he held it back.

When I took my mouth off Michael's balls, I looked at wide-eyed Chuck. He
was fascinated. "Do you want to try now?" I asked the boy.

He nodded slowly. I handed Michael's balls to the boy, and Chuck knelt,
moving his face under the stud, and started licking the perineum behind
those balls, as well as the entire scrotum sacs and nuts. The boy had
obviously watched my demonstration with intense interest, because he
mimicked the motions of my tongue, just as I had shown... how to flick it
across the sensitive parts of my son's genitals, and make his rippling body
tighten and bulge in response to the pleasure.

I returned to my chair. I knew this was going to be something I'd never
forget. I sat down and slowly started stroking again while I watched the
ten-year-old boy lick all over my muscle-son's genitals, making the stud
moan with such intense pleasure.

After a long time watching them, my entire cock was wet with my
pre-cum. Fuck it was so hot watching Muscle-Mike get all turned on by this
little boy. Chuck wasn't having any problem at all enjoying Michael's
muscle body, and especially that cock and those balls. Michael's entire
body bulged and undulated with his jacked muscles. Fuck it was the hottest
shit I'd ever seen. My boy was a man's man to beat all men anywhere. Sooooo
much fucking rippling muscle!

After a while, Michael showed the self-control of a stoic by sitting up and
pulling Chuck's little face to his own. He shed what was left of his
G-string altogether, then lay back with Chuck on top of his muscles. The
boy looked so small on top of him. He rested his head on Michael's thick,
protruding pecs... fuck it looked so good. Chuck was so content.

"Have you ever kissed someone... really long and good?" Michael asked the
boy softly.

Chuck thought about it a moment, then asked, "You mean like on TV or the
movies? Where they kiss and hug for a long time?"

"Yeah. It is really fun," Mike smiled. "And once you do it for a while,
it's kinda hard to stop because you enjoy being so close to the person. If
you're interested, I could show you. I'd kinda like to get that close to
you, little buddy. You are so fucking cute." He stroked Chuck's smooth body
with his hands for quite a long time, and I saw his shaft jump with desire
while stream after stream of his virile pre-cum gurgled down its veiny
side. His eyes followed his hands, taking in Chuck's creamy smoothness, and
I could see the carnal ache he had for the boy. Damn, it was so fucking hot
to see my Mike nearly lose it like this.

He looked at me and said, "Fuck Dad, this is the hottest. I can't believe
you arranged this for me... and that you're sitting there, watching
me... watching us two.... I mean, fuck... I never thought of doing this
before... with a boy and all... but fuck Dad...." His eyes were wide and
almost watering with desire for the boy.

Michael continued talking to Chuck about kissing and making out, playing up
how nice it felt to be that close to a person who really likes you... and
the excitement of using tongues. After he got the kid talked into it, my
boy pulled Chuck's face to his, and they began a long session of romantic,
passionate kissing. God fuck. Michael's enormous, rippling arms held the
boy on top of him, and it totally looked like Chuck was enjoying this as
much as my son was.

Michael scooted Chuck up on his body, so that the boy straddled Michael's
huge monolith between his legs. It stuck up between Chuck's legs, with the
boy's ass holding Mike's dripping tower straight up in the air.

"Squeeze your legs hard around my cock, bud," Michael prompted between
kisses. "Then keep tightening and relaxing them. It'll feel real good to
me.

It was torture to watch.

Eventually, Michael sat up once again and had Chuck sit on his lap so that
the little boy was facing away, with Michael's huge skyscraper sticking up
between both their legs. Chuck was sitting on Michael's lower abs now, his
ass on top of Mike's pubes--Chuck facing away from Michael. Chuck's little
peepee was right on top of Michael's giant member. The size difference
between the two organs was... just incredible.

The kid was past the point of having to be told what to do. He voluntarily
began taking Michael's shaft in his hand and stroked, up and down.

Pretty soon, Michael was leaning back into the lounge chair, while Chuck
sat in his lap still, facing away. The boy's little tongue and lips
slathered the muscle hunk's throbbing, veiny cock, and his little hands
stroked and pushed up and down on it. I don't know how long this part
lasted, but it seemed to me that Michael tipped near the edge a few times,
but was able to push down his orgasm. It was so fucking hot to see him
exert that kind of self control. At the end, he was moaning--a lot--while
Chuck took obvious pleasure in the sounds he could elicit from the
stud. Then, Michael's veiny forearms tightened and rippled, and his mammoth
upper arms bulged and flexed, while his hands gripped the armrest... hard.

He was nearing the point of no return. I could tell it wouldn't be long
now.

Softly, I said to Chuck, "I think Michael likes you licking him like
that--very much, son. And in a minute his big penis is going to start
squirting a lot of white milky stuff, okay? Don't let that startle
you. It's not pee; it's semen.  I promise you, it's the best feeling ever
for Michael, and that's what he wants to happen, okay? So if Michael moans
loudly, and his jizz--that's also what we call the white stuff--starts
squirting hard, way up into the air, you just keep holding his cock as hard
as your little hands will grip, okay? Michael will probably groan--a
lot--maybe even yell... but that's just because what you're doing to him
feels so good, okay? His muscles--all over his body--will probably flex and
ripple because you're making him so happy, okay? Just watch his body flex
for you, and I promise you'll like to see it. You just hold on to his
cock... and push down hard on it if you can. You can watch it blast out
lots of jizz. It'll look really cool. And you can lick some of it up if you
want, but you don't have to. Okay? It's gonna be a lot of milky stuff, and
it's gonna make a big mess. But don't you worry about that at all. We'll
clean it up later. Okay?"

"Okay," Chuck said without looking at me. He could tell he was rendering
this huge muscle man weak with his touch, so he continued on.

Then it happened. Michael's hands turned white with his hard grip. His
entire naked body flexed into an obscene display of virile
power... stupendous muscles.

The first blast shot hard and high, and it seemed to catch Chuck off guard,
despite my warning. Still, the boy just held Michael's exploding bazooka
hard and still, and watched as the man ejaculated rope after long, white
rope. I watched the thick, long pipe pulse under Chuck's little fingers
while it pumped out volley after volley of semen, high into the
air. Michael cursed and yelled. Fuck it was too hot to watch! It was a
long, loud orgasm. I was glad that there was a lot of room between the
houses here.

When he was done, Michael pulled the boy up onto his chest and the two of
them lay back. My son's chest grew and relaxed as he breathed; the orgasm
had been a workout for sure, and his pumped body rippled with his jacked
muscles. It was so fucking hot to see little Chuck resting, with his eyes
closed, on Michael's chest and abs while he gently stroked my boy's
muscles, while Michael introduced the kid to some light ass play--ass play
that I knew Michael would be intensifying in the days to come.

Both of them lay there, basking in the afterglow... an afterglow that I was
certain would be one of many over the next few days.

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This may--or may not--be the end of this story. Depends.

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