Date: Wed, 1 Apr 2015 02:12:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: James Jones <niftyjames91@yahoo.com>
Subject: Father Son Intimacy (Part 3)

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Chapter 3

      Luke and John had been cordial the following day. The Friday night's
crazy turn of events was still fresh on both of their minds, but neither
was sure how to approach the subject. Luke was sure that the night had been
a testosterone fueled bonding session. It was all because two guys happened
to be horny, and they decided to do some recreational bonding.

      It just happened to be bonding between father and son. Luke was both
excited about jerking off with his dad (he would use that memory for later
Jerk off sessions he was sure), but conflicted. They'd danced dangerously
close to a fine line. He was scared to see what would change between his
father and him. He was scared to realize how much he wanted to change
between them.

      John was feeling similar guilt. He'd had a very loving relationship
with his brother Mark for most of their lives. Incest was nothing new to
him, and he enjoyed it a lot. It wasn't just about the sex, but something
about the taboo made it so much hotter! Also, the strength of the
relationships forged through that perverse path had the ability to grow
exponentially. John already loved his brother, but when they began to
experiment and discover each other, their love only grew.

      Now John had an opportunity for the same to happen with his son. He
was worried that he'd crossed a line. What if, instead of strengthening
their bond, it shattered it? John stayed in bed well past his usual rise
time. There was no easy answer. The line had already been crossed, and now
it was up to the two players to see where the game would end. He heard the
shower starting in the bathroom. Luke was up.

      John toyed with the idea of surprising his handsome son in the
shower. He so wanted to caress his body; he wanted to explore the contours
of his son's muscles; he wanted to excite his son and watch his beautiful
cock grow and throb with pleasure. His hand unconsciously found his way to
his cock and he began to gently tug on his thick daddy cock. He decided
against invading his son's privacy so soon. It was probably better to give
Luke some space. Luke should be allowed to mull over his feelings, after
all, it was more new to him than it was to John. Of course, Luke knew next
to nothing of his father's past. He didn't even know that his father had
ever had homosexual relations.

      Luke felt the hot water pour down over his skin. He didn't know where
this journey would take him, but he was open to it. The only problem lay
with his father. At some point the two of them would have to discuss it. Or
would they? They could very easily ignore their midnight tryst. They could
pretend it never happened. Perhaps that's what his father wanted them to
do. Luke didn't want to forget; he didn't want to pretend that it hadn't
happened. It was one of the hottest encounters Luke had ever had. He'd be
damned if he would ever forget that night.

      The first image of his father from the night before burst into his
mind with absolute clarity. His father with his legs spread, shorts down,
fist around his cock, head thrown back with ecstasy. Luke could feel his
cock jump and start to plump. His body tingled as the memory played out in
his mind. He allowed his cock to rise gently on its own with no outside
stimulation. He carried on washing himself as his mind continued and his
cock responded.

      He remembered sitting next to his dad, shorts and underwear around
his ankles, his own fist around his stiff member. The vivid memory of his
father intently watching his son stroke his cock made Luke's cock
twitch. He liked the impatience his dick had when he teased it. The peak
moment of the night stood out in Luke's mind. The moment he'd reached
climax and purposely shot a load of his cum onto his dad. Then he rubbed
his cum into his father's hairy belly as they held their softening cocks
and held each other's gaze. Father and son.

      Luke finished his shower without touching his rigid and eager
cock. The anticipation and edging would drive him wild, but the nut would
be so much better. He dressed in loose shorts and a t-shirt. His father was
waiting for him at the table reading the newspaper. He was wearing a white
v-neck and a pair of tight-fitting navy briefs (the kind with the perfect
pouch for a man, and no y-front). The image caught Luke for a moment, but
he continued in.

      "Good morning, Dad." Luke said as he began making himself some
breakfast.

      "Yes it is," John said with a just a hint of something in his
tone. "Did you sleep good last night?"

      He was really going for it. John wanted to know where his boy stood
on the events prior. He would only dance around the subject for so long,
and Luke was cautiously aware of his father's implicative choice of
words. "I did, really well actually. How about you?"

      "Oh I was spent. I nodded off right after I went to bed." A lie, but
his son didn't need to know his dad had stayed up rubbing another one out
to the mental image of his son stroking his twin cock.

      Luke took the bait. "Yeah, it was a pretty intense night, huh?"
      "Very."

      There was a slight pause long enough for each of their hearts to
quicken their pace. "Quite unexpected."

      "Oh yeah, but nonetheless enjoyable. I had fun with you, son." John
had put the paper down and was looking at his handsome son. He was
noticing, for what wasn't the first time, his son's stony facial
structure. The hard, square cut of his jaw and his strong brow only
accentuated his good looks. He looked a lot like his father. They were cut
from the same cloth.

      "Oh, you're one hundred percent right about that. I never thought
we'd be jerking off together, let alone side-by-side on the couch."

      "Heat of the moment, son. You just gotta go with the flow." The voice
in the back of John's head was telling him to calm down, take it down a
notch, but John wasn't listening. He wanted more fun with his son. He
wanted to play, and he wanted it now.

      Luke's heart was pounding with excitement. His father was completely
horned up, that much was obvious, and he was not only okay with last
night's goings on, but it sounded like he wanted more. The men made eye
contact.

      John's hand slowly slid up his thigh and rested on his swollen
cock. His hand cradled it and he gave it a gentle squeeze – never
breaking eye contact with Luke.

      Luke bit his lip, not even realizing he was even doing it. His eyes
dropped to his father's chest. He could see the warm, brown hairs curling
at the opening of his shirt. He could see the small tents that his father's
hard nipples made at the peaks of his pecs. And then Luke's eyes dropped to
his father's bulging briefs. He could see the subtle outline of his dad's
cockhead as his thumb slowly massaged it. "Just go with the flow, son."

      With his heart pounding, Luke's hand made his way to his own now-hard
cock. His shorts had tented making it easy for him to slide his hand into
them and caress his soft, steel flesh. John and Luke stood gently massaging
their cocks as father and son, and neither felt sorry for the moment. It
took several long moments for the tension to build enough for John to
wordlessly motion for his son to come closer.

      Luke stood, hand in his shorts wrapped around his throbbing dick,
between his father's spread legs as his dad rubbed his own cock through his
underwear. John reached up and slid his thumbs inside the waistline on
Luke's shorts. "Is this okay?" John breathed. Luke just nodded.

      "Luke, baby, you tell me to stop if this is too much. I don't think I
could stop myself."

      "I'm not going to stop you, Dad." And that was all John needed. He
slowly lowered his son's shorts to the ground (and in doing so, leaned
forward enough that his boy's cockhead was inches from his lips). He longed
to taste his boy's head. He wanted to taste the salt of his shaft, smell
the sweat. He wanted to feel his son's head force its way down his
throat. But he didn't, yet. He leaned back against the chair and waited for
his son to make the next move.

      Luke stood half-naked stroking his 6" cock. He loved being ogled by
his dad. It was a new sensation, but one that ignited a fire in him he'd
never felt. He carefully leaned down and made to take off his father's
underwear. As his father lifted his hips to allow the briefs to come off,
his stiff shaft nuzzled Luke's lips, and as he took the underwear off, Luke
gently kissed his father's cock.

      John let out a low moan. Luke took a kneeling position and kept his
face close to his father's hairy crotch. He watched as his father grabbed
himself at the base and slid his hand to the tip. John pointed his cockhead
at his son's lips, a direct invitation and tease. Luke brushed his lips
against the red and eager cock that had made him. He smelled his father's
manly scent. He stuck out his tongue, and his father guided his cock to
rest it on his son's moist and waiting lips.

      The moment his son's lips wrapped themselves around his head, John
grunted. He felt the warm breath on his shaft, and he felt his son's tongue
cautiously tasting his father's cock. The idea thrilled him like no other!
He felt Luke's hands on his thighs, squeezing the hard muscles, feeling the
thick hair! He felt his boy's eager mouth slowly take in more and more of
his 6.5" pole. He looked down and saw his own son with his mouth around his
cock, his son's eyes closed in quiet bliss, and he had to stop himself from
taking over. This moment was as much his son's as it was his. "That's it,
son. Nice and slow. Get to know it. Make me feel good. Make your dad feel
good."

      Luke slowly moved his tongue around his father's cockhead. He savored
the sweet taste of his dad's precum now leaking steadily from it. He wanted
to memorize the shape of John's cock with his lips, and he knew he wanted
to do this again.

      He let the pulsing dick slide from his lips and he glided his tongue
down the shaft to the hairy sack below. Slowly he caressed the skin with
his eager tongue. Then he wrapped his lips and tongue around one of his
father's hefty balls; he sucked it gently; his tongue smoothed the skin and
excited his father. Luke looked up at his many dad; John's eyes were closed
and he had both hands teasing his own nipples. His head was thrown back
signaling to Luke of a job well-done. Luke switched and pleasured the
second testicle.

      Luke's tongue found the start of his father's perineum, he teased it
with his lips, then let his tongue dance along the edge of it and around to
the space where his father's thigh and crotch joined. He began to lick and
press his tongue to the hairy space, and his dad convulsed with pleasure!
Luke could feel his father's precum dripping on his neck.

      "Stand up, Luke, I need you in my mouth!"

      John pulled Luke to his feet forcefully. He ran his hands down his
son's body, then stripped off his son's remaining clothes. He wasted no
time in attacking Luke's erect nipples. He felt the stiff nipple with his
tongue, he sucked gently, he nibbled, and he worshipped. His hand was
gently stroking his boy's hard meat. He felt a slickness in his hand, his
boy was a leaker just like his old man. John took a moment to taste his
boy's juices, licking his palm clean of the fluid.

      Luke, eager with anticipation, placed his hands on his father's head
and guided him to his eager cock. John accepted the aggressive move with
hearty approval. He opened his mouth and took all of Luke's cock into his
mouth in one smooth motion. He worked his throat muscles on his boy's
cockhead and relished in the smell of the boy's pubes. He wiggled his head
side to side as he slowly moved his mouth from base to tip. John grasped
Luke's cock in his fist at the base, and slowly stroked his boy's slick
shaft as he worked the head. He flicked his tongue across the underside of
his boy's head, massaged it with his lips, and did his best to make his boy
wild with pleasure.

      "Fuck, Dad, you're so," he moaned, "damn good at this!" Luke grabbed
his father's head and held it steady and he began to fuck his father's
mouth. He felt his dad's beard tickle his shaft as he plunged deeper into
his wet, warm throat. John rather enjoyed his son's new and aggressive
side. He didn't mind being used, in fact, he rather enjoyed it! Luke
switched from thrusting his hips to pulling John's head back and forth over
his cock. "I love your mouth, Dad. Fuck!"

      John blinked tears from his eyes as he gagged a bit on his boy's
cock. He wanted his son to cum. He wanted Luke to shoot down his
throat. Nothing else mattered; he needed to taste it, to swallow it. He
wanted to know that he had been the one to make his boy blow.

      Luke leaned back against the counter, he let his father resume
pleasuring him. "I'm so close, Dad. I want to cum down your throat."

      John pulled off and stroked his boy, "I want your cum, Luke. Give it
to me boy!"

      He went back to voraciously swallowing his son's cock, stroking it
with his large but gentle hand, and he reached around and grabbed his son's
firm ass with the other. He could hear his son panting above him, he knew
he was close. Cum for me, son. Let me taste you. John thought. Then he
grabbed his son's ass with both hands, took his son's full cock into his
mouth, pressed his face into his son's full bush, and he massaged his boy's
head with his throat muscles! It took a matter of seconds for Luke's body
to tense up and John got what he was after.

      Shot after shot of warm cum coated the back of John's throat. He
pulled his boy's cock from his mouth quickly and left just the head inside
his lips so he could catch the remaining cum on his tongue. He sucked the
last few drops from his son's cock, as he stroked the sensitive and still
hard pole. "Oh my God, Dad. Oh wow. Holy Shit!" Luke said catching his
breath. His body shuddered with each stroke of his father's hand.

      John swallowed the last of his prize. He would remember this moment
for the rest of his life. The sexually charged exchange of oral pleasure
with his son was incredible. He stood up. "I love you, Luke." He said as he
wrapped his arms around his son.

      "I love you too, Dad. That was amazing." The two leaned in close to
each other. Their arms wrapped around one another, chest to chest, their
swollen cocks nestled together, covered in sweat, the two men slowly
brought their lips together.

      The two had kissed before. John used to kiss Luke every night when he
tucked him in at night, but this kiss was different. It changed
everything. Their gentle kiss proved that their encounter was more than
simple lust, it was passionate. Both men could feel the warmth of a
new-found love forming in their hearts. Luke's hands caressed his father's
strong back and found their way cautiously to his firm and full ass. Their
kiss deepened, and their tongues met as their lips parted. The men slowly
allowed the other's tongue to inspect the their own, before John took his
son's into his mouth. He sucked Luke's tongue and massaged it with his own.

      "I can taste myself on you." Luke said quickly and resumed kissing
his father.

      The two continued to kiss, slowly, gently, lovingly, for the several
minutes, naked in their kitchen. It felt like forever for the men, and it
would be the start of a relationship that neither of them would forget.

      To be Continued.

Thanks for reading! I hope this chapter made you all as hard as I was while
I wrote it. The story is progressing further, but do not fear. Luke and
John won't be the only players for long. If you have any comments to pass
on, I would very much like to have them. You can write me at:
NiftyJames91@yahoo.com. Also, while looking around on the internet (mostly
Tumblr) I have found some pictures that represent how I imagine Luke and
John, John's brother Mark, and Luke's coach friend Thomas. If you are
interested and want to see them, let me know! Until next time!