Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2017 20:39:50 +0000 (UTC) From: a4f101 Subject: Adult Activities Here's a story taken from my Tumblr, at a4f101.tumblr.com/storytime. You can find this one, and the pic that inspired it, here: http://a4f101.tumblr.com/post/142712501764/ You can also find a whole lot more of my stories here on Nifty - look for 'a4f101' in the Prolific Authors listing. This story is purely a work of adult erotic fantasy, copyright me 2017. I own it and all legal rights to it. If you're under the age of majority in your jurisdiction, please come back when you're of legal age. Nifty is an incredible free service that depends on your donations to survive. It changed my life, and maybe it's changed yours too. Please help them to keep providing this awesome resource for all of us: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I love hearing from you guys. a4f101@yahoo.com. Enjoy. ***** Not to get all egotistical about it or anything, but I'm kind of used to being checked out. I keep in good shape, especially now I'm in my early 40s - if anything, Holly says I'm in even better shape than I was in college, when we first hooked up. Guess I have CrossFit to thank for that. Most guys my age, especially ones with three kids, tend to get a little soft, a little loose. Come to a family resort like this on Spring Break, and you see them around, bellies overflowing their shorts, sweaty, lumpy. I see them looking at me, the fit dude with the pretty, in-shape wife and three good-looking kids, wondering exactly how it is that I'm in this kind of shape and they're not. Wondering if their wives are checking me out for different reasons. This trip, though, I wasn't sure who was getting checked out more - me or Will. This was his last family Spring Break trip with us before college in the fall, and with his wrestling-honed muscles and handsome features, he could've easily passed for a college kid already. He was definitely being checked out like one, that's for sure. Had a veritable fan club of whispering, giggling teenage girls not so subtly trailing him around the resort, especially whenever he was by the pool or on the beach, shirtless, getting a tan on those sculpted muscles of his. Nobody was checking Will out more than me, though. It helped that we worked out together in the resort gym every morning, like we tried to do together back home. And as much as I was checking him out, he was doing it right back to me. It was fun, and hot as hell, this little game we had going on between us. The sly glances, the slow up-down looks, the approving nods. Like we were in our own little mutual admiration society, and nobody else existed. It had been this way for the better part of a year between us two, and I fucking loved it. Loved my boy, yes, like a father should - but more than that, in ways they tell you a father shouldn't. And damned if the kid didn't love me back just as hard. In a lot of ways, being around each other in a setting like this was torture. If it had just been the two of us, like the work trip to Houston I'd taken him on over his Christmas break, we'd be all over each other, and mostly all over the big hotel room bed together. But with Holly and the girls around, it got a lot trickier. I could steer my boy into one of the showers in the resort gym after our morning workout and we could suck a load out of each other, or do it late at night down on the beach, on the pretext of us "taking a run" together. But I knew my boy, knew him very well, and I knew what he was needing more than anything. Something I needed too. "When we gonna get to fuck, Dad?" he panted last night, sweat glowing on his smooth pecs in the moonlight as he reclined on one of the beach loungers. "I'm working on it, buddy," I panted right back, wiping the remainders of his copious teenage load off my lips, still crouched down between his athletic thighs. He grinned and reached down for me, pulling me up for a long, searching kiss, sharing his manly young essence with me as we waged a tongue war. "Soon, I hope," he grinned, bending over double and pulling the front of my shorts down, freeing my achingly hard cock to the warm seaside air before bathing it in the wet, sucking warmth of his already talented mouth. Hell, I'd been trying to identify opportunities for us to take it deep, take it all the way together. But Holly was randier than usual on this trip, and she or the girls were almost always around, so I hadn't had any luck so far. Today, though, she and the girls had announced over breakfast that they wanted to take a ride into town, check out the markets, do girl stuff. "I'm sure you two can find something to do on your own," she said almost apologetically. "I'm sure we can, baby," I said, giving her knee a squeeze, seeing Will's handsome smile widen across the table from me. Just play it cool, bud. "They'll probably just, like, work out or something," said Katie dismissively, wrinkling her nose with teenage disdain. "Guess we'll check out some of the adult activities they have going on," Will shrugged, his eyes sliding back to meet mine, and I felt my pulse quicken. Oh yeah, it was on. We waved them goodbye as they got on the resort shuttle into town, and as soon as it had disappeared from view, we were doubletiming it through the lobby to the elevators. I grazed my fingertips discreetly over the strong, solid curve of my son's ass while I slotted the keycard into the room door, loving the way he shivered and the stifled moan he couldn't quite hold back. We were both practically panting with eagerness as we tumbled inside, and didn't make it any further than the little lobby of the suite before we were grappling with each other in lusty heat. The door was still swinging closed when I pushed my boy up against the wall and fastened my mouth to his, already open and grinning with excitement, ready to receive my paternal kiss. I was halfway on the rail, but Will was definitely already there, his hard young cock straining at the front of his board shorts as we moaned and swapped hot, wet, spit-slicked tongues. The kid was a hot kisser, giving back as good as he got, and in no time flat, I was throbbing just as hard as him, bringing husky little grunts from his mouth into mine each time our bulges ground together. "We gonna do it, Dad?" he panted when we paused to catch our breath, the both of us flushed and sweating and grinning like idiots. Shit, it felt like the first time we'd got together like this. "Do what, son?" I growled playfully, taking hold of his perfect ass in both hands and giving it a strong, deep squeeze as I grazed the stubble on my jaw up the sweat-damp skin of his neck. He moaned and shivered at the sensation. "Fuck, Dad," he moaned. "You finally gonna fuck my ass, big guy? Tap your boy like you ought to?" "You kiss your mother with that mouth, boy?" I said with a mock-stern frown, because it turned me on like crazy when this polite, respectful, gentlemanly kid of mine let the dirty-talking man in him out like this. "Yeah, and I suck your cock with it, Dad," he grinned back cheekily. "Suck your cock and swallow that hot cum of yours with it. You like it when your son does that for you, right?" I just growled in reply and shoved my tongue back in his mouth, slipping my hand inside the waistband of his shorts, digging deep to take hold of the almost smooth, perfectly muscled globes of his jock stud ass. "Goddamn right I'm gonna fuck your ass, buddy," I grunted. "Fuck you with the cock I made you with, you little stud fuck. Knock this fine jock ass of yours up. That what you been itching for, kid?" Will moaned and reached down to squeeze the big, throbbing bulge of my cock. "Fuck yes," he hissed. "C'mon, you hot fucker. Come put your cock in me, Dad." We were too wound up for much in the way of foreplay - but then, this entire trip so far had been like an extended foreplay session anyway, with the furtive glances, the quick gropes and spit-swaps and load-swallowing we'd managed to get in when we could. I had no idea when Holly and the girls would be back, but we both knew time wasn't on our side. We hustled into the room he was sleeping in, yanking at each other's shorts as we swapped tongues. The great thing about being on a beach vacation is wearing board shorts, which means no underwear, which meant we were fully naked for each other in no time. Our hands went automatically to each other's cocks as we kissed hungrily, slurping on each other's spit while we felt each other up man to man. Will's cock felt completely familiar in my grip - not just because I'd been stroking it for him for a couple of years now, but because it was practically a twin of mine. We were so much alike - same build, same features, he even wrestled in the same weight class I did back in my day. The only difference was the dark hair he'd inherited from his mother. Otherwise, we could just about have passed as brothers. The way his hand moved on my cock was an echo of the way I handled myself, like my big brother had taught me how to do to him too back in the day. And just like Scotty, Will knew just how to work my thick shaft, how to swirl my precum around the head of me, how to bring on that shivery second wave of lust deep inside of me. "Lube," I grunted, because we were on a mission here, and when two men get in sync, you don't need to fuck around with all the niceties. "On it," he said, darting into the bathroom, and I had to take a moment to appreciate the sheer poetry of his muscular legs and ass flexing as he moved, purposeful and confident and all man. He came back with his jacking lube and that prizewinning smile of his, his big young cock bobbing eagerly as it led the way, and if I wasn't already head over heels in love with my boy by that point, that sight alone would've done the trick. I kissed him, deep and wet and long, to show him how much I was enjoying him, then pushed him towards the bed. "Let me see that sweet fuckin' ass you got, buddy," I growled, but he was already spinning around, planting his hands on the mattress, his back arched as he presented his perfect tail to me, grinning invitingly over his shoulder. "So fuckin' nice," I breathed, falling to my knees as if in worship. Which I was, and did, as I sank my thumbs into those muscular globes of his and spread his perfect tail open. He was clean but salty, smelling of Old Spice bodywash and that particular young-man's musk he'd started developing especially strongly of late. In a way, that scent emanating from him was what had drawn us into this - the way my nostrils caught it as he achieved his youthful manly maturity, the way he'd recognized me noticing him and his emergent manhood, the way he'd come to me and asked me for what I'd only secretly imagined we could do together. The way he'd shown me just how much his father's son he really was, deep inside. Deep inside was where I was going, for sure, as I spread him wide open and buried my face into his sweat-salty cleft. He was lined with dark hair down there, thickening as it surrounded the perfect pinkish pucker of his hole. Tight and salty-sweet, almost as tight as cherry, though he most definitely wasn't. I'd seen to that, repeatedly. He sure tasted as good as he did the first time, and I just knew he'd been paying extra attention to getting himself clean real deep each day, on the off-chance we'd get to do this. Will's grunts and moans echoed off the walls of his room as I licked my way inside of him, tasting that complex, salty intensity of his. The more I licked, the more he hiked his perfect peach of an ass up and back onto my hungry face. I liked eating pussy, but I fucking loved eating jock tail, and I'd been doing that for longer than I'd been going down on women. I was pretty good at it by now, and I could've done it for hours on end. I'd made Will cum like a fountain doing just that on that Texas trip a few months back, in fact. If we had hours to spend, though, there was more I wanted to spend them doing, and Will was even more eager than me to do it. He moaned with lusty need as I came up and took the lube from him, his tongue seeking mine out to taste himself as I spread a thick layer of cool lube the length of my cock. "You ready to get this pretty ass fucked, baby boy?" I murmured to him as I swirled a lube-slicked finger around the perimeter of his hole, pushing it deep inside of him as he writhed back against me. "Fuck yeah, Dad," he moaned back. "So fuckin' ready. Need you inside of me. Fucking me with the cock you made me with. C'mon, big guy..." I growled with pure animal, paternal lust, grabbing hold of his trim hip with one hand and the slick, throbbing thickness of my cock with the other. I lined it up to his tight, slicked-up hole, and as he pressed instinctively back against it, I pushed forward. Then with a twinned moan from us both, I was pushing up into the tight, hot, slick depths of my firstborn. "Oh fuck," I moaned, because Christ, there was nothing in the world like this feeling. My boy took dick with the same ease I had at his age - with ease and skill that assured me he was going to have a very fine time in college, just like I did. And then come home to tell me all about it, with any luck. I could see us in the mirror above the dresser at the end of the bed, and damn but we made one hell of a sight. We were glowing with sweat already, our bodies fitting together like they were made to, my boy's handsome face transported into bliss, his eyes closed and mouth hanging open in a big, lusty grin as I stuffed him full of seven inches of daddy dick. His ass dimpled deeply as it flexed, as he fucked himself back against me. My brother Scotty had said I was born to get fucked from our first time together, and it sure as hell looked like my boy was born with those same genes. I couldn't have been any prouder. Sure, it was a perverse kind of pride, but damn if that didn't just make it all the hotter. "Aw fuck, you feel so good, Dad," Will moaned. "Yeah, you like the way Daddy fucks you, Champ?" I grunted, picking up the pace as we got deeper into the vibe. It never took us long, but damn, it was sweet getting there. "Fuck yeah," he grunted back. "So fuckin' good... fuckin' with my own Dad... gettin' bred by you... Jesus... fuck me harder, Daddy..." There weren't any words after that, just grunts and moans, our panting breath, the slap of my hips against his perfect upturned jockboy ass. The base language of men, deep in the rut together. The way we were born to be. It wasn't a long fuck, but it was a deep one nonetheless, deep and powerful and primal, the way sex between a father and son should be. The way I'd always craved it, since my big brother had first taught me how. "Gonna fuckin' cum, Dad," Will moaned a little while later. "Yeah buddy?" I grunted, picking up the pace yet further. "Daddy's cock inside you makin' you cum, huh stud?" "Fuckin' always," he hissed, turning his head to look over his shoulder at me with grinning, lusty heat. Pure sex. "You ready to cum in me, big guy?" "I'm always ready to cum in my baby boy," I growled, draping myself over his back like we were getting into position on the mat, reaching under him to knock his hand off his big, syrupy cock, replacing it with my own. "Then let's fuckin' go there, you sexy fucking Daddy," he grinned, craning up to meet my mouth with his. I fed him my tongue and slid my fist up and down the hot, throbbing length of his teen dick, feeling him tighten up all over, inside and out, almost immediately. A few quick, determined strokes with my fist and my cock, and my son was a goner. He bucked, writhed, then wailed into my mouth as his cock tensed up and began to blast off, spurt after spurt of thick, hot jockboy seed painting the bedspread beneath him. Each spurt made him tighten up around me, his insides gripping my cock like my fist was doing to his. I wrapped my arm more tightly around his muscular midsection, buried my face in the sweaty crook of his neck, and let out a deep, animal growl as I filled his clenching insides with the cum I'd made him with. Instead of foreplay, we had afterplay, lazily making out, feeling each other up, letting the warm ocean breeze through the sliding door dry the cum and sweat on our bodies. In no time flat, he was hard again, and with one eye on the bedside clock, I lay back on the cum-spattered bedspread, lifted my legs up, and opened up to my big boy. Felt that deep, lusty sense of paternal pride even more strongly as I watched his handsome face get all intent and lusty as he pushed his big, handsome young cock up into my depths. He looked a lot like Scotty, doing that, and I was halfway reliving the past while my son pleasured me in the present, showing me what a skilful, accomplished lover he'd become this past year. We took a long, hot shower afterwards, sharing a cold beer from the minibar as we took our time soaping each other up - as much appreciating each other's bodies as getting clean. They grew up so fast - every day, it seemed like he'd grown into even more of a man. I knew I'd miss him when he went away to school in the fall, but no matter what, we'd always have this. Have each other. "What you thinking about?" he said, pulling me out of my reverie. "Thinking about the future," I said. "You. Us." "Yeah?" he grinned, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me slow and soft. "Yeah," I said back. "How we need some more time like this before you head off to school. Just you and me. Guy time, y'know?" "Another trip to the tropics? Hell yeah, I'm down," he chuckled. "Not necessarily," I laughed. "Doesn't matter where it is, so long as it's us." "So long as it's us fucking, Dad," he said. "Fucking like dad and son should. I don't care where we go, so long as we get to fuck each other. That's all I need." "That's my boy," I grinned, meeting him in another long, wet, probing kiss. Hell, maybe we had time for another round after all. If we were quick.