Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2011 09:19:56 -0800 (PST) From: UFgator85 Subject: Florida Spring This is a story about the first time between a teenage son and his father, if it offends you please do not continue reading. If anyone has similar experiences I would appreciate a response as this is an issue that has greatly troubled me for several years and would love to be able to create a dialogue with some others. After many visits to this site I feel this is an appropriate outlet to share my story. Introduction: At the time, I was 38 years old and in very good shape. I played semi-pro football for many years in addition to my day job. I am 6'0", very muscular with a dusting of hair on my chest. My son was 16, obviously not as well defined but was about the same height and had a great body from playing baseball. Five years ago I inherited a small orange grove in Florida that supplies oranges to a well-known juice company, and every couple of months I travel down to maintain the grove and then set times for part-time helpers to come in and harvest during season. My family had made a small fortune by selling several pieces of the grove to developers, and as such, my son lived a much more privileged life than I had and so that first summer, I took my son down with me for a month figuring hard work would teach him about hard-work and dedication. If anyone has ever done work in Florida in the summer they can attest to the grueling work it can be. Temperatures inland can exceed 100 degrees with very high humidity. It can be absolutely brutal. One particular day that summer, I took my son down to a spring that I found when I was young to go for a swim and escape the heat. Florida springs are incredible features that provide very cool to cold water even in the dead of Summer, and they are a favorite spot for locals that don't have access to beaches. Since we were working, we of course didn't have bathing suits. I was raised in a very traditional Southern family and modesty has always been a big deal, but both my son and I had been around plenty of locker rooms that going nude really wasn't that big a deal. We both undressed without a care in the world. Nudity was not an issue with me and I had never really engaged in sexual activity with any guy outside of a time in college where I was in a circle jerk with some friends. This was, however, the first time I had seen my son nude since puberty had struck. Like most baseball players, his whole body was shaved, but his pubic area was intact. His cock was actually very similar to mine, 5" flaccid and cut with a set of low-hangers. Neither of us was ashamed of being naked but didn't really look at each other besides a few stolen glances and occasionally catching each other staring and just giving a quick smirk. In large part, once we got in the water we had kept to ourselves and were just relaxing trying to cool down. That only changed when my son had surprised me by swimming behind me and jumping on my back to start wrestling. We went at it for a good while, just innocent horseplay like picking him up and throwing him or slamming him into the water. Most of this took place in a shallow end, so it was not difficult to gain leverage on one another. Wrestling by nature presents an opportunity for two guys to be in very close contact and there were plenty of casual touches of our dicks, dick to ass, and dick all over body really. It just really goes unnoticed. Things began to change about 15 minutes in when in the midst of locking our bodies up my son went for a cock grab. There was nothing sexual about it; it was just an opportunity for a very competitive guy to get the upper hand. At this point the groin was in full play. It didn't take long however to realize we were both starting to get aroused and the first thought crossed my mind that it might be time to stop and cool down, but there was no indication from my son that it bothered him or if he even noticed. I don't know if it was my competitive spirit or something else, but we continued. It didn't take long before we were both completely hard. There was no way he didn't notice at this point, in fact he was first to take it to the next step. At one point he had my back pulled tight into his body with one hand on my chest the other on my thigh when I feel him bring it up and grab my cock. It was more than a grab this time, though, and he gave it a couple of strokes. The whole thing was very carnal and masculine, I felt a very unique sexual desire that I never got with a woman. I thrash out of his hold and grab him, and for some reason, my hand went straight for his dick and began working it. I had no control, everything was so primal at this point, just two developed men caught up in adrenaline and in the heat of passion. It was then that I started to hear my son moan, and I realized we were no longer wrestling; I was now jerking him off. But for some reason, the thought of him being my son or it being wrong never crossed my mind; I was so caught up in this new feeling. My son turned and looked into my face and kissed me. It was very rough, our heads firmly pressed into each other and tongues fighting for dominance. We made our way to the sandy shore and fell down just passionately kissing, our hard dicks rubbing against each other, him on top of me. I couldn't help but knead his ass and pull his crotch tightly into mine. Everything was so masculine, just a very sexual wrestling almost. It wasn't long before my son worked his way down my hairy chest and looked up at me with my aching dick in front of his face. I just closed my eyes as he took it into his mouth. It was clearly his first time, but that almost made it better. I am sure he had received many blowjobs as a star baseball player and was trying his best to imitate what he had seen, as he would pull it out and lick to and around the head. My son was driving me crazy. I soon turned his body so I had access to his dick, I wanted to return the pleasure. I pull his crotch into my face and inhale his manliness. I lick his balls and up his shaft until I took his cock into my mouth. We both laid there on the shore, sharing each other's cocks. I could feel I was getting very close and sensed my son was in the same state. Then he did something that shocks me even to this day. He got up and I watched him quickly stick a finger into his ass. I knew what was about to happen and for the first time became very nervous. But my son was very caught up in this carnal affair and positioned my dick to his hole. It could not have been easy as we were without lube and just using spit and our natural juices. My son sat on my cock like a champ and without a sign of displeasure. Both of our dicks were rock hard. Within minutes my son was jerking his dick and he blew all over my chest and onto my face. I could taste a little bit of the cum that hand landed on my lips. He leaned down and kissed me and forced what little cum was there into our mouths. This was enough to send me over the edge and without any warning I shot my load into my son's ass. Both of us laid there, completely spent after what was by far the most aggressive sex I had ever had. A tremendous amount of guilt and nervousness rushed over both of us. He got up and went to wash himself off in the spring and I just laid there, could not even look at him. I could not believe I had let this happen, but the pleasure was so new and unique. The masculinity of it all drove me wild. We both agreed we got caught up in emotion and didn't talk about again until a week or so later. My son admitted to me he believed he was bisexual and that he was not ashamed of what we did. From that point on, my son and I have fooled around every couple of weeks, still to this day. He has even taken a collection of pictures of the two of us to use now that he is away at school. It is an issue that continues to bother me, but the carnal passion that I felt that first time has still not gone away and has never been replicated with anyone else. I would love to hear feedback and I could write more about other experiences with him. Thank you for reading.