Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2017 12:36:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: After-School Special

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*****

I knew he'd be home anyway, but seeing his truck in the driveway gave my
cock an extra twitch. I'd been hard ever since I'd rushed out of practice,
skipping the shower because he liked me that way, trying not to grope
myself too much as I drove home, and trying not to break the speed limit
getting there. I pulled up to the curb, grabbed my bag, and slipped quietly
in the side door.

I didn't know if he'd still be asleep, since he worked third shift and all,
so I tiptoed through the house to the master bedroom, and tried not to suck
in a sharp breath at the sight of him. It was always like that. He always
looked so fuckin' good. Especially like this, big and thick and muscular,
just so damn manly, with his big, hairy legs sprawled out, and that thick,
powerful ass of his upraised, like an invitation. Which it was.

I set my bag down quietly and crept into the room, eyes on his spectacular
manly nakedness, my hand already reaching out for the big, hard muscle of
his calf. The feel of it under my fingers sent an electric signal all the
way down to my cock, making it throb in my UAs, even more as I slowly ran
my fingers up the back of that big thigh, inching closer and closer to the
grand prize - the big, hair-dusted curve of his hard, manly ass. It seemed
to swell with the slow, even rhythm of his sleeping breath, and when my
fingers finally trailed up the hard, fleshy arc of it, it flexed, dimpling
deep as his breathing shifted. Then flexed harder as I raced over the warm,
thick flesh, making a steely curve as it responded to my touch. My hand
found the big bulge in my shorts and squeezed lustily.

"Hey Sport," he said into the pillow, deep voice thick with sleep, pushing
that beautiful butt back more into my hand as I cupped and squeezed it,
slow and kind of gentle.

"Sorry... didn't mean to wake you," I said, staring down at his body,
feeling the tickle of manly fur under my stroking fingertips.

"I'm sure glad you did, bud," he said, smiling sleepily at me as he turned
his head on the pillow to look at me. His eyes creased at the corners in a
deeper smile as he saw me palming my big young bulge. "Mmmm... lookin'
good, stud."

"Thanks... you too," I chuckled. This was all still a little bit new, so I
was still shy about it. But his smile, his body, the keen look in his eyes
as he looked my half-sweaty, post-practice teen body up and down couldn't
be denied.

He reached out, his big hand gently brushing mine off my throbbing bulge,
and lazily rubbed the backs of his fingers over me, growling low and deep
in his big chest as he traced over the outline.

"Damn, real nice, bud... c'mere," he said, tugging on the hem of my sweaty
T-shirt to pull me closer.

I half-kneeled on the mattress next to him, still rubbing his spectacular
manass with my other hand, and leaned down to meet him as he lifted his
head up to kiss my lips. Soft at first, easing me out of that shyness I
still had, then slowly, gently introducing that thick, wet tongue of his to
mine, easing my lips apart and entering my mouth in a deep, masculine,
sensual way that had my cock throbbing doubletime. He pushed himself slowly
upright, making his ass flex and dimple even more deeply under my stroking
hand, then wrapped his thick, hairy cop forearm round my waist and pulled
me close to him, so he could hold me tight to his big, naked hairy-chested
body as we kissed. So I could feel the thick, throbbing club of his big
dick, throbbing slowly against my bulge as we tongue-dipped on each other.

"We got a couple hours before your mom gets home," he said when we finally
parted, running his big hands down my flanks, then round in back to cup and
squeeze the hard young mounds of my baseball player's ass. "You wanna have
a little fun, son?"

He knew the answer to that, we both did - but it was part of the
routine. There'd come a time, probably real soon, when we could just go for
it, forget about the formalities. But in some ways, acknowledging the
naughty tabooness of what we were doing, had been doing for the better part
of six months now, just made it even hotter. Even more intense.

"I sure do, Dad," I grinned, and he chuckled, cuffed the back of my head
affectionately, then fed me that thick wet tongue for another deep,
spit-filled kiss.

"Then get at it, Sport," he said, unwrapping his arms from around me and
pushing me down the bed as he leaned forward on his elbows and presented
that big, delicious ass to me again.

"Fuck yeah," I murmured to myself, already transfixed by the sight of it,
and Dad's chuckle in response was one of the sexiest sounds I'd ever heard.

I remembered to strip my practice shirt off as I got down behind him,
rubbing it up his spine to his shoulder for him to take and sniff, like I'd
lately found out he really loved to do. He growled deep in his chest and
buried his face in the sweaty cotton, as I leaned in and inhaled the clean,
manly scent of his deep Dad cleft. He smelled like bodywash and the
ever-present traces of his musk, deep and rich and unique to him. When he
flared his glutes and pushed his ass back closer, his scent filled my mouth
and nostrils, and then it was my turn to grunt hungrily and bury my face,
planting it deep between the spread twin muscles of his butt, grabbing hold
of each beefy, hairy cheek to hold him open as I sniffed, then kissed, then
licked my way up and down his clean, musky trench.

"Aw fuck yeah, son," he moaned, and I felt his big cop paw on the back of
my head, pushing me in deeper. I obliged him, because each of us wanted
this as bad as the other, pressing my lips to the fur-trimmed knot of
muscle a few inches above his balls, kissing his hole like I loved kissing
his lips.

I could have done that all day, just munched and lapped and licked and
sucked on his big, beefy cop dad ass. Slipped my tongue to him like the
most intimate French kiss possible, running my tongue up into the deep,
dark, musky richness of his clean dad hole. Trying to lick my way to his
prostate. Dad loved getting eaten out, and he told me he hadn't had it this
good since his days in the Army. Of all the things we'd done so far, it was
maybe my favorite thing too - and Dad was no slouch when it came to chowing
down either. It's how I'd learned to do it, as I spurted a huge, surprised
young load all over my flexing abs, sprawled out on the big bench seat of
his buddy's Chriscraft on the lake this past spring, my handsome Dad's blue
eyes locked on mine as his face plunged even deeper between my spread
thighs, lapping and licking, long, skilled wet strokes of his agile,
talented tongue making me nut off like I'd never done before. Setting the
standard for me to meet, and exceed, because he knew I liked a challenge,
and he knew just how to motivate me.

I was pretty damn motivated right now, my face dripping with my spit, musky
with Dad's ass taste, as his big cheeks flexed and quivered and pushed
back. Dad's deep moans were still muffled by my sweaty shirt and the
pillows, but I didn't need to hear him clearly - I could feel him vibrating
all around my tongue. When I reached under to give his big cop cock a slow,
loving stroke, he practically whimpered, his ring clenching tight around my
tongue as his cock flowed a stream of precum into my sweaty palm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he growled, his big hand gripping my wrist firmly. "Too
close, kiddo. Too fuckin' close..."

I hadn't touched my cock at all, hadn't even taken my shorts off for just
the same reason. I'd been hunching the mattress steadily as I chowed down
on Dad's ass, getting the insides of my UAs all slick with precum. Feeling
the growing boldness Dad had been encouraging in me ever since that first
mutual jerkoff months back. I pulled up out of his deep cleft with a grin,
smoothing my hands up his strong, smooth lats as I pressed the hard bulge
of my young cock to his cleft. Dad grunted, looking me dead in the eye, and
pushed his hips back against me with a grin.

"Maybe something... else then, Dad?" I asked, my face suddenly all flushed.

Dad slowly grinned at me as he continued to press that major ass of his
back against me, rocking it slowly against my bulge. It was such a trip,
seeing the big, stubble-jawed cop giving into his horniness like this. Made
my cock throb even more, as I hunched it against his crack.

"Show me what you got in mind, Sport," he said with a wink, looking over
his shoulder with real interest as I shuffled back and peeled the elastic
waist of my practice shorts, then my UAs down. Out came the thing about me
I'm maybe most proud of - and I've been told I got a cute face, a tight
bod, and a really nice ass. But my cock, well - I'm pretty modest, usually,
but I know I got a damn good cock. Just like Dad's. Thick, and long, with a
nice fat head on it. Dad had really helped me get into being proud of my
cock, and he was definitely into helping me learn how to use it.

I kind of thwacked it against his ass, being playful and a little bit bold,
and the way his eyes suddenly widened before he started to laugh told me I
was on the right track for sure.

"Get your ass over here, you cocky little fuck," he laughed, rearing up to
pull me close to him so we could kiss some more, as I pressed my naked
young body up against him. We made out like that, grunting and
spit-swapping, squeezing and exploring each other, before he cuffed the
back of my head softly again and looked me in the eyes, man to man.

"Seems to me like you're ready to step up to the plate there, big guy," he
murmured against my lips, reaching down between us to slow-jack my big
young dick, making me moan and shiver a little in his grasp.

"I am if you are, sir," I said. He grinned at that, then fed me his tongue,
slow and deep and wet.

"Well then... batter up, son," he said, and lowered himself back down onto
his elbows again.

This wasn't the first time for us with this, either, but it was still real
new, and I was still transfixed by the sight of his tight, moist pucker,
the hairs around it all dark and matted down with my spit. I knew my cock
would fit up inside of him, and it got easier every time. Got better, too,
and my dick was already leaking a good stream of teen precum into my hand
as I stroked it in anticipation. I watched Dad smear a glob of lube from
his bedside drawer on himself - fuck, such a sexy sight, seeing the big,
rugged stud so ready to bitch out like this, and for me, his own boy - and
then nod at me with a slow grin.

I looked at the bedside clock, and saw we had plenty of time. I smiled to
myself as I felt the intense heat of him, coming from just the other side
of that tight little knot of muscle as I pressed my leaky cocktip to
it. Then I was breaching him, feeling that intense warmth and tightness of
him as he almost sucked me in, and I knew it wasn't gonna take long. Not
for me, at least. But I knew I had more than a couple loads in me, and if I
played it just right... if I fucked Dad just right... he might have a
couple in him too. Yeah, we had time.

So I moaned as I sank the rest of my young length inside Dad's hole, loving
the way his answering moan vibrated all through him, through my cock, and
back up inside me. Then I set to work, like he'd been teaching me -
teaching his son how to fuck him just right. Like I hoped he was gonna do
for me, too.

Hell, we had enough time... maybe that's how the rest of the afternoon
might go. Yeah. Fuck yeah...