Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2017 23:26:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101 <a4f101@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alternative Spring Break

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*****

"Dude, that's kinda lame," my buddy Matt said. "C'mon - the beach, the
babes... the fuck do you wanna go hang out in a tent with your old man?
That's not what Spring Break's about, bro!"

I just shrugged at him and the rest of our buds. Fuck Spring Break - or
fuck their Spring Break, anyway. Florida sucked, the beaches were full of
drunk douchebags, and the "babes" - well, I wasn't all that amped about
hooking up with a bunch of drunk, sunburned sorostitutes who probably had
boyfriends already. Or trying to, anyway. Been there, done that. Freshman
year, it had been cool. My sophomore year, pretty good. This year, I'd been
thinking I was gonna just save the cash and chill on campus, catch up on my
reading, enjoy the quiet.

"You know, I got some vacation time saved up," Dad had said when I told him
my half-plans. "Weather's looking good for some camping..."

As soon as he'd said it, I immediately knew it was the right plan. A few
days up at the lake, just him and me, just like the old days - fuck yeah. I
liked that idea. A lot. And my dick liked it even more. Dad didn't have to
say anything at all about the old days to inspire that - I was already
boning in my sweats, and I knew on the other end of the phone line, he
probably was too.

We still weren't saying anything about it on the drive up, or while we
worked to get the tent and all our stuff set up. We didn't have to. Dad
kept catching me eyeing up his brawny, shirtless body, all the big muscles
of his torso a little softer with middle-age, but still powerful and sexy
as fuck. I kept catching him eyeing me up, too. I'd been working hard in
the gym, and seeing his approving looks made me feel like ten feet tall. So
we didn't need to say anything at all, because all of our history was there
between us in the quiet, clean mountain air, in the sweat on our torsos, in
the looks we kept giving each other. A little furtive at first, but more
and more open as we worked quietly.

"Well, it sure as hell ain't Florida," he said, stepping out of the
tent. "But we're all set here, bud."

He grinned at me as I stood up from where I'd been stacking wood for
tonight's fire, dusting my hands off on my shorts. His shorts were riding
low on his hips, showing off the waistband of the white briefs I knew he
was wearing underneath them. Damn, he looked good. I could tell he liked
what he was seeing as he looked at me, too. I could feel it in the air
between us, stronger than ever now.

"Screw Florida," I said, stepping over to him. "There's no place in the
world I'd rather be right now. And nobody I'd rather be there with, Dad."

"Ah buddy," he said, his smile deepening as he reached out for my hand and
tugged me to him, into the warmth of his body and his manly, hard-working
scent. My hand went to his hip as he slipped his arms around me and fixed
me with a deep, warm look. "You don't even know..."

"I do, Dad, I do," I said, my voice going lower, huskier to match his. "But
you could show me, for old time's sake..."

It had been a minute since we'd last had the chance, but his lips on mine
were immediately familiar to me, the warmth and softness of them as they
moved against mine, as mine parted eagerly to greet his thick, wet tongue
with my own. Damn but it was awesome to make out with him like this - I
mean, it was always awesome, ever since the first time, but even more
awesome to do it up here, out in the open, all on our own. Just like our
first time. I was a better kisser than I had been then, and I showed him,
loving the way he grunted with pleasure as our lips and tongues smacked
together, and our hands began to explore the sun-warmed skin stretched over
our muscles. For his part, the work of his tongue and lips on mine had me
roaring hard. He was an incredible kisser, my gold-standard for it - and a
lot of other things. I pushed the hard steel of my cockbulge up against
him, finding him just as solid for me, and he grunted deeper into my mouth.

"Been awhile since this old tent saw any action," he said, tugging my
ballcap off and tossing it inside the tent. "`Bout time we fixed that, what
do you say?"

"I say this is gonna be the best Spring Break ever," I grinned, stepping
inside and taking his hand to tug him in behind me.

By the time Dad had zipped the door closed, my shorts were off, and I loved
the way his eyes widened at the sight of me, fully boned in my boxer briefs
and ready for him.

"God damn, you're beautiful," he growled, pulling me back into him for
another long, deep, hungry kiss that I returned eagerly. I took his hand
and guided it down to the throb of my cockbulge, and he made that hungry,
animal noise again as he palmed it slowly, feeding me his tongue in slow,
deep strokes while I hunched my young bone against the warmth of his palm
and tugged at the button on his shorts.

"So are you, big guy," I panted as I got him free of them, shoving them
down his chunky-muscled thighs. Just like I knew he would be, he had on a
pair of tighty-whiteys, and one hell of a hard cock in them. I took hold of
his bulge and gave it a slow, squeezing stroke, making him grunt and growl
and pull my mouth back to his for another round of hungry making out.

We dropped to our knees together, not breaking the kiss as we explored each
other's mouths hungrily, our hands finding their way to each other's asses
and squeezing the thick muscles we found. The air in the tent was already
starting to get a little warm and close, and that just made it hotter, as
we started to sweat a little again. The sounds of our kissing and grunting
got even more intense in the enclosed space. I could have done this for
days with him and been perfectly happy, but then Dad's big hand dipped
inside my underwear and got a good feel of my hard cock.

"Fuck yeah," he growled. "There's my big boy. Got you all worked up, huh
buddy?"

"You know you do, Dad," I groaned as he manhandled my ass with one hand and
my cock with the other. I thrust my hardon up against his sweaty palm, let
him really get a feel of what he was doing to me. "Always have, you hot
fuckin' stud. Always got your boy hard for you."

Dad growled at that and kissed me hard and deep, peeling my underwear down
as I tugged at his. I shuffled around so he could get mine down the big
muscles of my thighs, and then his big, strong hands were dancing over my
naked flesh as we sucked hard on each other's tongues, as I pushed my hand
inside his shorts and wrapped it around the thickness of his big, throbbing
cock.

"Got you all hard too, huh Dad?" I panted as I got a solid grip on his
piece and stroked on it. "Fuckin' boned for your own son, you big stud."

"Sexy fucker," he chuckled before feeding me his tongue again, taking hold
of my shoulders and pushing me back on top of the sleeping bag. I fell back
with a grunt and a chuckle, and then a low moan as wrapped his paw around
my cock, ducked his head down and licked my cockhead.

For such a big, gruff, straight-seeming dude, Dad could suck one hell of a
cock, and the way he worked his lips and tongue as he slowly swallowed me
to the root made my eyes roll back in my head. The whole time he worked his
lips and tongue up and down my shaft, his hands were exploring the muscles
of my thighs, my stomach, my chest, squeezing and stroking me all over,
appreciating all the hard work I'd been putting in. All I could do was keep
a hold of his handsome head, while I let myself get lost in his masterful
sucking.

"Ah, god, stop," I hissed when I felt my balls starting to tighten up. I
pulled his mouth off my cock and curled up to kiss him, the both of us
grunting as we lashed our tongues together. I could taste myself in his
mouth, and it made me even hungrier for him.

"Damn, was looking forward to getting a first taste of your cum, bud," he
said with a grin as I took my turn to push him onto his back.

"We got plenty of time for all the loads we want," I said, pushing his
strong thighs apart and leaning in to smell him, the manly, sweaty, musky
scent of him. I locked eyes with him as I took his big cock in one hand and
slowly licked my way from his balls to his tip, making him groan and shiver
a little.

"But I've been looking forward to tasting you for months, Dad," I said,
then winked at him, opened wide, and started to swallow him.

Ever since we'd first started messing around, I'd been practicing my
skills. I was pretty good at it, and proud of myself for how I'd gotten
better and better since my first clumsy attempts at sucking my best bud
off. Once me and Dad had connected like this, I'd focused on getting better
for him, no matter who it was I was actually sucking. He got to reap the
rewards, and I was even prouder now that I could swallow my way down to the
base of his cock, until my nose was buried in his musky bush and his salty,
manly taste was filling my mouth. I closed my eyes and just savored him for
a minute, feeling him throb in the wet warmth of my mouth and throat, until
I could feel myself getting to the point where I was going to need to
breathe or pass out. Then I came up off him, a fresh wave of manly, musky
flavor filling my mouth as my tongue set to work on him.

"Aw buddy," Dad moaned, his hand rubbing the back of my head, watching me
with half-lidded eyes as I showed him the best of my skills. I slurped,
licked, sucked, swallowed, and hummed my way up and down his thickness,
worshipping him, paying my respects to the big cock he'd created me with,
and then shared with me. I ran my hands over the powerful muscles of his
thighs as I worked up and down on him, my mouth rich with his deep tastes,
getting fuller and fuller as my spit mixed with his precum and coated my
mouth and his cock.

"Getting close, son," Dad growled. "Slow down, unless you wanna..."

I grunted around his flesh, bobbed my head up and down with even more
effort, and then I decided to show him the thing that had pulled a good
dozen loads out of a couple of good buds this past semester. I pushed my
tongue out of my mouth to caress the underside of his shaft, swallowed him
down to the root, and then ran my tongue back and forth over the tight,
cum-churning bulge of his big, sweaty balls. We locked eyes, and when I
started to hum, Dad got that telltale faraway look on his gruffly handsome
face, his mouth hanging open as his rapid breaths turned into moans. His
muscles started to tense up all over, and when I reached down deep into the
fork of his thighs, rubbed my fingers along the sweaty, hairy stretch of
his taint, then stroked my fingertip over the hot clutch of his hole, he
grunted loud, locked up tight all over, and fed his thick, hot cum to me.

Dad shot and shot and shot, thick, creamy spurts of his seed flowing over
my tongue and filling my mouth as I pulled my head up a little to savor the
tastes and sensations of his potent load. When he finally stopped spurting,
I kept nursing on his cockhead until he shivered all over with the
sensitivity of it. His mouth was already open, panting, ready to meet mine
as I slid up his solid, muscular body to kiss him, his tongue eagerly
seeking his own seed from my tongue as I flowed it to him.

"Jesus christ, you just get better and better, bud," Dad panted with a
half-disbelieving grin. "I'm gonna have to step up my game, son."

"You don't have to do a damn thing, Dad," I grinned, kissing him slower and
sweeter. We fell into that for a couple of slow, sweet minutes before he
pulled back, fixed his eyes on mine and slowly ruffled my short hair.

"Not true, bud," he said, reaching down between us to wrap his hand around
the throbbing thickness of my cock. My balls were still fat and heavy with
my unshot load. I wasn't a teenager anymore, and I'd been working on my
stamina, my endurance, on fucking like a man. Working on making my orgasm
even more intense by really building to it. But damn, I was so ready to cum
right now. Dad always brought that out in me.

"There's something I can do... want to do, son," he said, giving my cock a
long slow stroke as he wrapped his thighs around my torso. He pushed my
cock down a little, and I felt the tight, furry, sweaty warmth of his hole,
almost kissing the tip of my cock. My eyes went wide. It wasn't the first
time, or even the tenth, but every time he invited me to do this, I felt a
kind of awe and disbelief.

But I slipped my arms around him, looked my father in the eye, man to man,
and I pushed inside of him without another word. Showing him the man he'd
made me to be. Showed him how much I'd missed his, and missed this between
us. How much better this was than getting drunk and sunburned and
blueballed down at Daytona Beach.

Dad was as tight as ever as I sank into him, my cock as big as his now, big
and thick, and I took care to make sure I was making him feel good. I
wanted to show him the proper respect for letting me do this, for the
absolute masculinity of opening himself to another man's cock - to his own
son's cock. We didn't talk about our adventures with others very much, and
I got the idea he didn't do this for anyone but me anymore, so it was only
right to give him my very best, and treat him like a man deserved to be
treated. To treat him like he'd been treating me since I was 17, and
learning how it felt to be a man with another man. To fuck my father right.

But then again, you know how it is when you're young and horny and your
balls are churning with an unspent load. We had days up here, just him and
me, to do as we pleased. To please each other as we liked. I'd been
jonesing for this for weeks - months, really - and I'd been on a slow boil
ever since I got into his truck this morning. I knew he'd been feeling the
same, and once I'd fucked my way up inside of him and felt his body shift
and relax and welcome me, he gripped the bulge of my triceps and nodded.

"Go ahead, buddy," he murmured, eyes locking on mine. "Show your old man
what you got, son."

"Yessir," I said, and bent in to feed him my tongue as I set to work, and I
let my body just go with it. I fucked Dad deep, long, slow probes followed
by hard, fast thrusts, fucking my own father the way I knew he liked to be
fucked. Fucking him like the man I was, and the man he was too. The sounds
of our grunts and moans, flesh slapping against flesh, echoed in the musky
confines of our tent, swirling around us as the sweat streaked our working
bodies and our tongues danced in each other's spit.

"Fuck me, buddy," he moaned. "Breed your Dad, stud."

God, I really wanted to hold out, to make it last, but how the fuck could
I, with his insides so tight and hot, with the husky murmur of his words,
with the way his hands slipped down my sweaty back and squeezed the
thrusting, flexing muscles of my ass? I couldn't.

"There's my man," Dad almost crooned. "My big guy. Cum for me, son. Show
me."

"Aw Dad," I moaned. "I fuckin' love you..."

"I love you too, buddy," he murmured against my lips. "So c'mon, show
me..."

I grunted, fixed my gaze hard on his, and let myself go. We didn't have to
stifle our noises, our fuck sounds - we were out here all alone, embracing
our nature. So I grunted, moaned, then shouted as I flooded my father with
my cum, my thick young seed filling his insides as I pumped and pumped it
out into his depths. Dad nodded and squeezed my muscles, keeping his eyes
on mine as he murmured encouragement through my orgasm, until I was all
done, my muscles twitching as I struggled to keep myself propped up on my
hands over him. He wrapped his arms around me and gently pulled me down,
grunting a little at my weight on him, but kissing me slow and deep.

We kissed for awhile as we came down from the high together, until my cock
reluctantly softened and slipped out of him. The sleeping bag was streaked
with our sweat as we lay there on our sides, slow kissing and enjoying the
glow, hands roaming over each other's sweat-slicked muscles.

"Damn, if that's you taking the edge off..." Dad chuckled.

"Hell of a start to Spring Break, that's for sure," I grinned.

"You sure you wouldn't rather be in Florida, with your boys?" he asked a
few minutes later, popping the cap off a beer and handing it to me as we
stood by the tree and took a leak together, naked in the breeze and the
sun. "And the girls?" he went on, with a sly wink.

"Fuck no," I said immediately. "This is already 110% better. Even if I did
want to try to get with a girl, I'd still be trying to chase one down right
now. And if I did get to fuck her, well... I'd just be thinking about
fucking you anyway, Dad."

"Damn, bud," Dad growled, and pulled me in to kiss, sloppy and deep and
long, his big hand trailing down over the muscles of my ass.

"I'd be thinking about you fucking me too, Dad," I murmured when we came up
for air, reaching over to stroke the sticky, rubbery length of his cock,
feeling it starting to rise all over again. "This is your Spring Break
too. You deserve to get laid, and I aim to make it happen, big guy."

"Hell, I never got to fuck a hot young dude like you back in my Spring
Break days," Dad chuckled.

"No time like the present," I grinned. "Why don't we fix that, Dad?"

Dad clinked his beer bottle against mine and winked.

"Here's to Spring Break," he said, then pulled me to him for a deep, slow,
noisy kiss. "Let's get this party rolling, son."

"Fuck yeah, big guy," I grinned, and let him steer me back into the tent
again.