Date: Wed, 7 May 2014 11:54:11 -0400 From: JM Stone Subject: Father's Chest: Part Four PART FOUR: A Shower of Love Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction intended only as a literary stimulant to enhance solo and safe sex. Anyone under age 18 should refrain from reading its contents. Please read the full disclaimer a the begging to Parts One, two or Three. This story is intended for readers who appreciate character progression more so than those who want depictions of highly unusual sexual practices. Readers who like chest play will appreciate it best. Enjoy. A Father's Chest, Past and Present: Readers will find it advantageous and rewarding to enjoy the story and character development in Parts One, Two and Three. They can meet Lee Jacobs, the straight, handsome, middle-aged father, who has a body, chest and manly nipples beyond compare. However, the upstanding Lee is experiencing both marital and professional strife, yet wants to please his son, Steve, however possible. But pleasing Steve takes the father into a realm of sexual tensions for which he is ill prepared. Steve respects his father, duals with his own bisexuality, and yet is too sexually turned on by his dad to back away from seduction. Previously in Parts One, Two and Three, the father-son pair have removed clothes and enjoyed reserved sexual play in the bed, but not without apprehensions and more sexual excitement than perhaps either were expecting. Steve is enthralled with his father, especially his perfect nipples; Lee loves his son too much to say "no." But maybe this time he can. Here's the continuing story in Part Four, A Shower of Love. By: Jammer Stone Steve had awakened a couple of times during the night and immediately reassured himself that his father was still in the bed with him. He was and both times, the son snuggled into his father like when he was a child. Before falling back to sleep the first time, Steve placed his arm over his father to then use his fingers to play in his father's chest hair before settling his fingers around a meaty nipple. The second time, Steve wiggled his crotch into his dad's ass to feel his father's warm, manly butt against his dick. However, when the morning came, his eyes opened, and the bed was empty beside him. Steve had wanted nothing more than to wake up feeling his dad there by him and, most of all, seeing the wonderfully handsome and strong body he had loved deeply the night before. He came awake quickly and jumped out of the bed to find his father. A sense of great relief flooded his body and mind when Steve smelled the welcomed aroma of bacon wafting throughout most of the house. He walked to the kitchen to find his dad standing there in his robe. He was glad his dad was still at home and had not gotten up early to head to the office. Deciding not to speak, but instead to first hug him, Steve anxiously moved into his dad where he stood a few feet from the stove. He then slowly wrapped his arms around his dad, leaned in, and whispered in his ear, "you smell as good as the bacon and feel as hot as that damn stove." Steve then found the gap in his dad's robe, the same gap that he had often eyed as a child, and ran his hand and fingers inside to fluff the thick hair on Lee's chest. Lee liked the feeling that his son's morning introduction brought. Steve's words thrilled him. Yet, he had spent the morning hours considering what they had done and what he had allowed to happen between him and his son. Guilt consumed him, he could not easily let the same understandings exist between him and his son. Lee reached up, removed Steve's hands, and moved to walk toward the refrigerator as though he needed to find something. Even Steve deduced it as a false move, as a fleeing attempt by his dad. "How many eggs do you want," Lee asked. Steve did not want to talk about eggs. He wanted to talk about how much he had enjoyed the previous night. "Two will be fine, dad." "Then two it shall be," Lee replied as he shut the refrigerator and returned to stand near Steve. "Dad, I really enjoyed last night with you. You made me feel so damn loved, appreciated, and a real part of you," Steve confessed. Not waiting to hear a reply from his dad, Steve continued, "Maybe it was the best night of my life." Lee did not know how to respond. He did the best he could, "Thanks, son. I enjoyed it, too. But I also allowed things to go way further than they ever should have gone." Steve retorted, "I don't agree, dad. I don't think they went far enough." Lee then turned to his son, the robe opened enough to show a good portion of his gorgeous, manly chest. He stuck out a hand as though chopping air as he talked, "Steve, we are going to have to make sure that last night remains our secret. It cannot lead to a regular thing or perhaps not even a second occurrence between us." The words raped Steve's mind and memories of the wonderful moments. Although he was lusting for his dad while standing there near him and looking at his awesome hairy and hard chest, Steve also resented his father's judgment that what they shared and what both of them had enjoyed could not happen again. Steve had a difficult time responding, but he did not want to fall silent. "Dad, I, uh, well, I, ah, for me it was great. I am sorry you apparently feel some guilt." Steve said, but considered his response to be lame. He felt angry at himself for not having the guts to tell his father how much the sight and feel of his naked body had excited him. Lee did not want his son to think that regret overrode everything else. "It was great for me, too, son. I guess that was kind of obvious that we enjoyed it. We both were intensely excited" Lee smiled. Steve continued to look at his father, but did not say anything. Lee turned to continue cooking, but added, "Well, it happened. And neither of us don't look too scarred for life because we beat off together." "It was great, dad. You were wonderful," Steve confirmed. "Your body is even more fabulous than I had ever imagined." Lee turned toward his son, smiled, shrugged, and playfully opened the front of his robe before quickly closing it as though offering himself to his son. Steve responded, "Yeah dad, I am ready for it again whenever you are. I need you, dad. I really want that closeness with my father." Steve, what did I say, we can't..." Steve u=interrupted his father saying, "Don't dad... I loved hugging you, kissing over your body, caressing your handsome nipples, stroking your amazingly hot cock! " Lee was glad Steve could express his candor, but he also thought his son was being too aggressive and way too casual. As the father, Lee thought he had to slow things down or even stop what his son thought could occur between them. He knew he should be more diplomatic, but the words came out as they did. "It won't happen again," Lee said. "What we shared does not change anything, Steve. I am your father, your mother's husband, and you are our son. We are having some problems, but I still love your Mom and I'm not going anywhere. You understand that, right?" The tone and the frankness struck Steve between the eyes. A sense of depression swept over him. He did not reply, but stood motionless as his father turned to continue preparing breakfast. He vaguely heard his dad say, "I'll have this breakfast ready to eat in a couple of minutes. What say you go get into some clothes, and I'll have it on the table when you return?" Steve felt like his father was dismissing him even belittling the love they had shared in a unique way the night before. With everything hanging in the balance, he did not care about changing clothes, eating breakfast or anything else. Instead of following his dad's directive to put more clothes on, his anger caused Steve to take his tee shirt off. He moved toward his father. Just as his dad was sampling a strip of the cooked bacon, Steve embraced his dad from behind, again feeling the warmth, masculinity and sexual heat emitting from his father. Before his dad could react, the agile son had nuzzled his lips into the back of his dad's neck while undoing the lash of his robe. Lee felt himself being pulled back into his son's bare chest while Steve effectively began to disrobe him there in the kitchen. "Dad, I love you." Steve whispered. And then Lee heard his son whisper, "and I always will." Lee knew he should pull away from his son's embrace, but Steve's need and assertiveness intrigued him. Instead, he leaned back against his son, inhaled deeply, and waited as Steve pulled open the front of his robe. "Yes, dad, just like this. Close and together," Steve whispered. Lee wanted to protest, but instead he heard himself respond, "I love you, too, son." And then, he felt himself leaning back against Steve and putting his hand over Steve's hand that now rested against his hairy chest. He sighed heavily as his son nuzzled along his thick neck and across his broad shoulders. He wanted to change the pace, but he couldn't help it. And then, his son's thumb started rubbing back and forth on the nipple covered by their hands. Steve brought his other hand down to move lower, caressing his daddy's hairy stomach inside the open robe. He moved his hand to rub gently in circles, lower and lower until it brushed against the band of his dad's shorts. "Steve, please! What are you doing?" Lee asked as his son's thumb continued to tease his overly sensitive nipple and Steve's hand edged itself toward his loins. "We both must have some resistance. Show me the respect, please," Lee pleaded. But his son's tongue slipped into his ear and whatever else he was about to say got lost in the feeling of seduction. Steve licked his dad's outer ear, moved his hand lower to gently rub the palm of his hand against Lee's crotch, and then squeezed lightly as the ample bulge began to respond to his touch. His dad's arms dropped to his side as his son's fingers gently stroked his cock and balls through his cotton briefs. "Stevie, please. Don't. We must not do this. Please, I just... I just can't let you..." he protested, shaking his head. But his aching dick couldn't stop responding as his son caressed it through the soft fabric. Steve firmly worked him, enjoying the incredible feel of breaking down his father's resistance while feeling his father's cock become long and rigid. Risking his father stopping the onslaught, but wanting to see his father's face, Steve moved in front of his dad. He kept a hand on his dad's chest and stood facing the man he loved and admired. Lee's expression was a strange mix of desire and guilt. But he neither moved away nor pushed Steve away. The son moved his other hand up to place it behind his father's neck to draw his father's face to him. Steve opened his mouth and allowed his lips to collapse around his father's. They locked and the kiss went deep immediately. When they ended the long kiss, they stared at each other. Wanting to ensure his father did not reject him and wanting to make his dad feel even better, Steve placed both of his tender hands on his father's hot chest to slowly move his fingers through the plentiful curly hair that had awed him for several years. It was soft and silky to the touch. Steve began to caress his dad's most sensitive body zone with great love and tedious attention. Feeling the heat of his father's body against his palms pushed Steve's lusting mind back to the previous day when he could only fantasize about holding his dad's tits under his palms. His cock stiffened inside his silky boxers searching for the opening. "Stevie, please... we just can't... help me stop this," Lee stammered. He felt Steve's hands moving slowly around his chest, one stopping to rest along his neck, the other on his left breast. His heart raced as his son slowly brought his hand from his neck to his other protuberant breast and began to knead his pecs. He turned his eyes downward to watch his son bring both hands again to both of his nipples. As his son's fingers closed around his tits, he moaned and pushed back into his son. Mesmerized by the perfect size of his father's meaty, crispy brown nipples and their seductive appeal, Steve let his thumbs flicker at the nubs that quickly perked up in response to the stimulation. "Oh damn, Steve, oh damn. That feels awesome," Lee whispered, the sexual heat evident in his voice. Reaching up to remove the robe from around his dad's shoulders, Steve let the garment fall to the floor behind his father. He again studied his dad's tits, admiring their unsually pretty color tone, appreciating that they were bigger than most, but not oversized, and especially liking that they were surrounded by a good amount of hair, but that the soft hair did not cover them or even keep them from projecting their succulence. Lee thought about stepping away from his son to stop the action until he saw Steve bend his head to stick out his hot tongue. And then, he shivered as the point of his son's tongue made contact with the very tip of his needy left nipple. Just the touch turned the tit erect. Steve began to lick, lap and suck at the fatherly mannip. He loved its taste, texture and erection. He reached down again to discover the fine dick hanging from between his dad's legs. "Oh gawd, son. What you do to me. You know my tits charge everything else about my body," Lee mindlessly verbalized as his son nibbled at his tit meat. Glad to find his father's still hard, meaty and lusty dick tenting his jockeys more than ever, Steve moaned and vacuumed the handsome nipple fully into his mouth. The sunction to his tit took Lee into overdrive. He held Steve's face to his chest. Lee allowed his son to lightly bite at the stiffened nip while he enjoyed his son rubbing and squeezing his hard cock. Steve noticed his father's heavy breathing against his ear. He gently bit again at the stiff, yet succulent fatherly tit before again vacuuming it fully into his mouth, pulling it out an inch or so from his dad's chest. "Damn, damn you, Steve. We must stop. This cannot go on," Lee said without commitment. But despite his half-hearted pleading, his fingers squeezed Steve's neck, pressing his son's head tighter to his chest. Steve tongued the nipple and sucked hard at it before biting it a third time. The pleasure and pain combined caused Lee to cry out, "Suck that tit. Nurse from me, Stevie. Make me crazy, kid." No matter what his mind was telling him, his body wasn't listening. Lee was becoming putty to the workings his son was doing to his hypersensitive mannips. His hips were moving slightly, pressing his groin forward into Steve's groping hand. His son's caressing of his cock through the softness of his cotton briefs combined with Steve's teeth nibbling at his excited tit forced Lee into a guttural release of pent up sexual energy. When Steve lifted his face for air to take a moment away from the nipple work, his father turned his torso slowly under his son's mouth to return his hardened left nipple there. Lee moaned in a raw, primitive fashion when Steve latched onto it again, suckling softly at first, then a little harder. Steve squeezed his dad's cock and slid his hands around his hips and then slowly up his back, holding him tight as he continued to gnaw and chew at his father's irresistible breast. Lee felt his son take one last slurp at his nipple before slowly sliding down his body. Steve's tongue made its way through the mat of hair that bisected Lee's body, proudly stimulating his father. Planting soft wet kisses all the way down, his son's mouth got closer and closer to where they both knew it was heading. The father stood there passively, but knew he had to stop his son. He knew Steve wanted him and would go down on him again. With a burst of determination, Lee took his hand to hold Steve's chin away from him. "No, Steve, not that. Please. Our breakfast is getting cold. We must stop this." Steve wanted to brush his lips against the top of his dad's briefs and then lower the garment, inhaling his dad's strong male scent. Whatever his father was thinking, whatever doubts were racing through his mind, all senses were totally betrayed by his cock. He was fully erect, the hard shaft straining to escape the thin material, trapped between the fabric and his thigh. Steve wanted to move his open mouth tight against it, to run his tongue the entire length of it, again and again, until the cotton was damp with his spit. He glanced up to see his dad looking down, his eyes large at the sight of his son's desperate face, yet he held Steve's mouth away from his crotch. The horny, needy son's hands trembled, but in his desperation. Steve brought them to his father's powerful hips, using his fingers to grip the elastic of his father's sexy briefs. He was about to pull them down when Lee suddenly grabbed both of his hands in a tight grip, stopping Steve from going any further. Lee pulled his son's hands away and staggered back, using his own hands to cover his crotch in a defensive posture. Steve shook his head slightly, opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. "Steve, no! I said, no," Lee ordered, yet he did not sound totally convinced. "This isn't easy for me, son. But we simply cannot regardless of your need or how much you can turn me on." Steve felt more disappointment than rejection. The fact that his father said he could turn him on thrilled the young man. He knew he had to help his father get beyond the taboo and guilt of the situation. Considering the handsome prize and all, he knew was not going to quit or be denied. Yes, seducing his father would remain a priority. He knew he was a lot closer than just two days ago when his thoughts were but fantasies, not memories or experiences. "Dad, I could say I am sorry, but I am not," Steve said earnestly. "We are both adults; we love each other; we will both protect each other; and look at us. We're attractive, virile men, yet mother has denied her marital duties and prefers Europe to being here with you, and I've treated my past two girlfriends like gold, and yet, they rejected me because one was cold and callous and the other downright evil." "Look at me," Lee replied in a quiet voice. It took Steve a few seconds to want to turn his head and give in to the command of his father, but he did. Lee continued. "Do you know... do you understand what we started last night?" "Yes, yes, I think I do," the son responded. "And I think it was meant to be and damn good for both of us." Lee shook his head "no." "No Steve, a jerk off session between father and son might be understood or it might happen to some normal men at one time or the other. But we went beyond that. A course change and correction must occur." "No dad, we're good together, way good together," Steve protested. Lee confirmed, "Yes son, our mutual heat was intense, our kisses deep, and then you even went down on me, and you want to go down on me here in this kitchen the next morning. Do you understand how wrong this...it's... it's...?" Lee struggled, unable to put the word to the deed. "But, Dad... we were going slow... I thought we could..." Steve stammered. "We can't, son." Lee's fingers clenched down tight, and he shook his son slightly, not in anger, but to emphasize what he was saying, "I am having to stop this now. For God's sake, Stevie, I'm not gay; but yet I was wanting to help you so much, loving you so much, that I became damn confused and twisted. I was letting you do things that felt great, but crap, I'm your father and you shouldn't want to do such things with me." Steve fell silent. He wasn't ashamed; he had simply lost a reason for being alive. The night before a dream had come true and now it was turning into a nightmare. His father blamed him and while his dad was at fault, too, Steve knew he had been the driving force that had initiated most of the action. He heard his father speak. "Tell me something and tell me the truth," Lee lowered his voice to ask. "It stays just between you and me, but I want to know," he paused. "Are you just horny from what we did last night or is it because it's me, your Dad?" Many reactions to consider flooded Steve's mind. He thought about leaving the room and sparing the confrontation or having to tell his dad anything. He thought about trying to throw some of the blame back on his father. He thought about crying and asking his father for counseling help about his sexuality. Instead, he braced himself, looked at his dad, took a step toward him, and answered, "I am likely bisexual, dad, but this intense interest I have in you is because it's you, my father. And I happen to be born to the sexiest, most handsome man I know. And, get this dad, a guy's chest turns me on more than just about anything -- his face, his physique, his legs, even his crotch. And your chest and those exquisite tits of yours are out of this world. So there!" "Oh, God," Lee Jacobs reacted, his eyes closing. All he could think about was how he could deny much less insult a son who obviously loved him to the point of overrating everything about him and especially when his wife and even his daughter were not close to him. "Oh Stevie... Stevie... Stevie... Stevie!" he stuttered as his right hand rubbed his forehead. "What are we going to do? "Dad, I'll need to move out. Return to the West Coast. I can't be this close to you and not admire you. Not feel the lust that I have for you, sir." His son's words hit Lee Jacobs right square between the eyes. He paused. His blood ran cold. He shivered. Several seconds elapsed, with dead silence between the two men. Finally, Lee responded, "Here I am telling my son that he has a problem without looking that I am the problem. Oh my, Stevie. We need an answer." Lee then surprised the hell out of his son by pulling the young man to him, holding him close and wrapping his arms around him. Steve felt his dad's warm breath against his ear. "I'm glad you told me the truth, Steve," he said, his hands stroking his boy's back. He tightened his hug and brushed his lips against the side of his son's head. "Dad, I often think about you. About being more like you. About looking more and more like you from having your strong, handsome face to having your powerful build to even having your fine, bubble butt..." "Steve, that's enough..." But Steve did not stop. "Dad, I often fantasize about you, about us, when I masturbate. I cannot help it." Lee held his son for a few seconds longer and then thought it best to break the mood. "Steve, you are a very attractive young man yourself. But now, let's stop this and eat breakfast before I'll have to throw it out. Come on, Steve." They ate mostly in silence. Lee could not help but evaluate the situation and to consider the importance of Steve to him. He did not want his son leaving again for the West Coast. He did not want his only son to fear being around him. He did not want his son to think he was different or wrong by avoiding what others thought was different and wrong. Most of all, the father also knew his son was right. That his son could not admit what the father knew about himself. That is, he was just about as attracted to Steve as Steve was to him. Another thing Lee Jacobs could not deny. He understood the homosexual lust and fervor that could overtake most any guy. He had enjoyed several trysts with men, not a lot, but a few. Among those was one that made what he was trying to tell his son out and out hypocritical. They both finished the breakfast in just a few minutes. Steve cleared the table. Lee had put his robe back on, but otherwise, neither man had gone to his room to fully dress. Lee stretched and wondered if he should begin getting dressed for the office or take off a few hours and spend them with Steve. He decided not to leave his son. "Steve, why don't we shower and then see what the day holds. I need to drop by the office, but I don't have to be there the whole day." Steve peaked up and asked, "You mean we can spend some more time together today? You will take off to be around me?" Lee looked at his son and considered the connotations of the questions. Regardless, he assured his son that he wanted to take part of the day to be together. Steve told his dad again that he would enjoy that and then excused himself to head to his shower to clean and dress for the day. Lee waited a few minutes, thinking about his relationship with his son and again recalling how intense and passionate things had been the night before. He left the kitchen to head to his bedroom to change when he walked by his son's bedroom and heard the shower running. The sound of the shower stopped him in his tracks. A thought came over him. He could not rationalize it, and he knew he should not act upon it, but an overwhelming temptation drowned the logic of his mind and started a pulsation in his loins. He wanted his son to be reinforced, to feel good about himself, to feel wanted. He did not ant Steve to think he had to move back to the West Coast or to leave or move anywhere. Lee Jacobs turned to walk into his son's room. He untied the lash on his robe. Between the door to his son's bedroom and the bathroom he dropped the robe and just inside the bathroom, he removed his briefs. His right hand went delicately to his long cock, playing with it gently, pulling on its head to invigorate it. He took a deep breath, thought again about what he was doing, exhaled, and pulled the shower curtain back. The sight of his naked father about to step into the shower with him was the most beautiful and welcome sight that young Steve Jacobs could remember. He could not believe his eyes. His naked father was so damn sexy and handsome. In the bed the previous night, he had failed to get this kind of overall look at his dad, but with Lee Jacobs standing upright and so close to him, Steve was astonished. His dad was even more masculine, handsome, and damn good looking that he had previously considered. "Is there room for me in there," Lee asked. "Can we save some water this morning?" Surprised beyond belief that his father had just stopped their sexual exchanges a few minutes ago and now here he stood naked and asking to join him, Steve pulled the curtain back further and invited his father in to his shower. "Yes dad, yes, there is plenty of room. Please, step on in. Damn!" When the father stepped completely into the shower with his son and the water began to spray on both of them, he knew another line had been crossed. He looked at his naked son and was pleased with how cute and appealing Steve was as a 20-year-old. His son had manly characteristics, but still a lot of his youth and boyish qualities were evident. Lee smiled as he looked at his son's cock and thought again about how it was even a little longer than his own substantial manhood. Steve shivered as his dad moved into the shower, held out his left hand, and patted and then rubbed Steve's bare shoulder. The father ran his hand up to his son's neck and then back down and all the way to his bare side. He eyed his son's youthful pecs, knowing his interests were to tease his son's wide nipples. The father and son just stood there, both beginning to breath heavy in expectation of what was occurring. Finally, knowing he needed to take the lead and that he had come this far, Lee made the first move by sliding his hand around and up Steve's bare back until it was again at his neck. Drawing his son close as the water washed over both of them, he began gently kissing first Steve's forehead, then along his eyebrows, and then along the sides of his soft, cute cheeks. Steve turned his head to bring his mouth to his father's and as their lips collapsed together, both men could feel the intense sexual energy and familial love between them. Steve's cock sprang to an almost full erection within seconds; Lee felt his fatherly dick growing slowly, but feeling heavy and bloated. Steve allowed his mouth to open by instinct, and his father's tongue slipped in, brushing against his own for just a moment before withdrawing. His dad broke the kiss, leaning his head back. "Stop?" he said, waiting for his son's reaction. "Hell, no," Steve exhaled. To show his dad his thoughts were just the opposite of quitting, he leaned forward and playfully kissed him, licking his lips with his tongue. Lee responded immediately, his own tongue sliding forth to swish against his son's. Steve smiled at him, leaned forward and drew his father to him to again bring them back together for another long and deep kiss, with their tongues intertwined. When the kiss continued, Lee released a shuddering groan, and when Steve heard that first sound of lusty pleasure, he knew. Whatever uncertainty his dad had been feeling was quickly slipping away. His father apparently wanted this as much as he did. The son let his fingers slip through his father's now wet chest hair as their mouth pressed against each other. Both realized that their loins were hugging, the tips of their growing cocks kissing. The son felt his father's strong hands roam across his back as he pulled them even tighter ogether. Steve cherish thatg his father wanted to have their bodies grinding against each other. The son monaed in appreciation. Lee's tongue darted into his son's mouth and then retreated. Steve moaned even deeper. And then, Steve felt the most unbelievable feeling as they drew even tighter together. His smooth, wet chest had pressed itself into his dad's hairy chest. The son felt l his father's rigid, sexy nipples kissing against his own tits. Steve could not believe the intensity and electricity of having his dad's tremendous tits kissing and dominating his own youthful nipples. He was not use to such an unuussal feeling and did not expect the turn on of two men having their pointed tits touching and rubbing together. The son thought, "Oh my daddy; the stud with tits that absolutely won't quit." The moment was chilling for Steve and then it became even more so when their cocks first touched and then they both bucked their hips to ensure their dicks stayed hugged against each other. Father and son stood there letting their tongues explore each other's mouths, enjoying their chests hugged together, and relishing the heat of their cocks stabbing at each other. Both bucked their hips to encourage their cocks to saw against each other, back and forth, back and forth. Steve felt his youthful dick stiffen even harder, pulsate and leak the first of its pre-cum. Lee felt his older cock grow to a full hard on. Steve could not decide if he most liked their mannips kissing or their cocks hugging, but it was difficult to orchestrate both a the same time. When they ended their embrace, Steve was the first to speak. "Damn dad. What a fuckin' stud you are. Youi kiss so damn fine. That was so hot with our tits and dicks pressed together. I am on fire!" "You're a nice kisser yourself, Steve. I liked that. I liked that a lot," his father confirmed, turning his head, looking at Steve with a sly grin. "Guess you take after your old man, huh?" Just like that, they went after each other again, sucking, licking, kissing each other deep as their bodies swayed together. There was an urgency now, both father and son grinding against the other, both of them aware of the other's erection. Lee felt his son's palms move up his arms and then across his hairy chest, his fingers ruffling through the coating of hair, then lightly stroking and teasing his dad's gorgeous nipples. Lee groaned. Then he felt his son's hands sliding down his mature, yet excited body, his son's fingers following the trail of hair past his navel until it reached his cock. Steve began rubbing, pressing one hand against his father's hardness while the other played with an erect nipple. "Should I stop?" he murmured as their wet bodes pressed together, half-teasing, half-serious. "Or, can I keep going?" "What do you think?" Lee said, turning the question back at his son. Steve grabbed fully at his father's extended dick, squeezed, and replied, "Based on this, old man, I think yeah, I think we'll definitely keep going." Again, their lips parted and they kissed long and deep. As the kiss continued, Lee caressed his son's back letting his hand roam down to massage his son's buttocks. Steve's ass felt great against his palm. Meanwhile, Steve stroked his dad's rigid cock, noticing how damn thick and very bloated his dad's penis had gotten. "Oh yeah... nice... really nice..." Lee growled appreciating his son's attention to his meaty cock. "Too nice though. Move on or I'll shoot too quickly, my boy". So Steve let go of the prize prick and moved around his dad's splendid body, loving the view of his dad's hard, anxious cock projecting far out from his body. Lee could feel Steve's eyes boring into him from every angle and then from behind now that he had turned. His son's hands caressed his big shoulders, slowly moving their way down my back to my hips. He paused, then he felt Steve gently stroking lower, cupping his bare ass in his palms. Lee shivered with pleasure. When Steve witnessed that sexual response from his dad, he moved his hands to his hips pulling his dad backwards against his body. "Fuck. You've turned out to be one sexy stud, you know that, Steve? Even better than I imagined." He felt Steve cup his balls and squeeze them gingerly and with care. The father moaned into his son's ear, leaned even more into his son, letting his back contact Steve's hot chest fully, turning slightly so his tongue could find Steve's earlobe. He felt his son's strong arms wrapped around his wet, hairy chest to hold him tight. The father's body relaxed fully into the son's, tight and together. Steve held his dad and more tightly cupped his low-hanging balls in appreciation of the moment. They relaxed for a few moments before Steve moved on. Lee then felt Steve's hands filled with a stimulating body wash begin to shampoo his pubes, suds up his chest hair, and wash his belly. The feeling was fresh and tremendous. Lee relaxed totally into his son's body, thoroughly enveloped in his son's emitted warmth. Steve's hands roamed across Lee's chest, continuing to wash his pecs, cleanse his arm pits, and then soap his back. But Steve could not resist for long. He took more body wash to move lower, caressing the hair just above his dad's cock yet again, running the curls between his fingers. Lee felt Steve's mouth descend against the back of his neck, felt his son's tongue and then his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, sending sparks of excitement throughout his entire body. "Oh, my son... my lovable, sexy son. I love you, Steve. This is no nice," Lee whispered. "Enjoy yourself, dad. You deserve the attention, the love, to feel good like this," he heard his son assure him. Then Steve's mouth was at his father's ear, slipping in and out just as the father had done to him moments before. Lee writhed in his son's arms as Steve slowly worked his leaking, stiff prick, teasing his dad with light strokes along the whole length. Lee knew the situation had gone beyond either his or Steve's control. Their feelings for each other were indescribable. "So, Stevie, you really do have the hots for your old man. This isn't just a curiosity? You really want me? You and me?" Lee said in a guttural, seductive voice that Steve had never heard him use before. Steve felt his dad's mouth sucking along his neck. The son replied, "I said I wanted you, dad. And I know now that you want me, too. I can feel it in your amazing hot cock here in my hands." Lee almost shot right then and there while his son gripped his whole cock tightly and began to jerk it with great vigor. "Ahhhhh, Stevie. Jack me, kid. This is so damn good," Lee moaned as the shower soaked their bodies and Steve excited him all the more by moving his other hand up to rub his dad's left nipple, making it long and erect. Steve knew now how to turn on the engine that lit his father's sexual desires. "Play with that tit, Steve. Damn, that makes me crazy!" Even if Steve had wanted to remain silent, the words gushed out, showing his yearning for so long. "Cannot believe I can finally touch you, dad. To feel this stiff beautiful dick and to tease your hot nipples. Oh dad, I have wanted to play with your sexy tits and hold your cock for so damn long." "Oh, Steve... we have to take it easy, son... but you don't know how much I have wanted this, too. I know you admire me, love me, and have been so curious." Steve kissed along his father's shoulder line as Lee leaned his head back to enjoy the attentions he was receiving from his son. Lee held his son's forefinger and thumb firmly to his left nipple, and Steve went about teasing it, pinching it, owning it. In return, Lee again noticed how wide and succulent his son's tits were and wondered if Steve had gotten off on nipple play in the past. Lee uttered, "This is so relaxing, Steve. If I'd only known for sure what you wanted. That you wanted us together... like this," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he confessed his own secret lust. "Hell, I should have known that I wanted it, too, son. I have watched you getting in this shower before. Loving every attractive part of my young son's body." Hearing that, Steve again led his mouth to his father's. Their lips met, tongues reaching out, wet and alive, dancing, fucking. Steve's fist stroked the full length of Lee's dick faster and tighter. Lee reached behind his son, with both hands to clutch his young ass, kneading the fleshy globes and pulling Steve even tighter against his own body as they sucked face together. The father let out a grunt as the pressure against his cock increased, his hips grinding to send his hot daddy root projecting outward. In his own excitement, Lee did not notice his roaming fingers, but when his fingertips slid into the cleft of Steve's ass, his son broke their kiss and moaned a great rumble of pleasure from deep in his throat. "Hmm... Yeah...that's nice... real nice. Ah, fuck... I love you, dad!" Lee traced the edges of his son's ass several times, but did not want to advance the action in that regard, so he moved around to be in front of his son so they could again face each other. His hands made their way to again touch Steve's cock with one set of fingers while letting the others return to one of his son's fine nipples. He jacked Steve's amazingly hard cock several times before leaving it unattended to focus both hands on his son's pecs and tits. And then, Lee began to work his son's wide nipples as he leaned in to plant numerous kisses around Steve's face, behind his ears, down his neck, over his shoulders, and finally letting his mouth kiss over Steve's left breast muscle. In an instant, Steve moved his father's head just enough so his left nipple made its way to his dad's lips. Lee suckled the tit with great love and devotion. Lee took time to notice the nipple's texture, its hardness, its width and its taste. Steve moaned with guttural delight, knowing his father was sucking his nipples with tremendous passion. He was assured that his pecs and tits attracted his father. Steve continued to moan and groan, feeling his cock leaking heaps of pre-cum. In his sexual stupor, Steve reached hungrily again for his father's extended, meaty dick. Lee spread his legs slightly, looking down with a sexy smile of pride as he watched Steve working his thick shaft. Knowing what his son wanted, Lee allowed his groin muscles to contract with even greater excitement, making the entire girth of his hot cock swell and getting its length to jerk. He did it again and this time, the piss hole flared open and a clear diamond of pre-cum bubbled out. It shimmered in the light as it slid forward, followed quickly by another. The action in his father's heated and sexy dick was too much for his son. Lee saw the intensity of the sexual temperature between them increasing mightily in Steve. "Oh, my dear son," Lee whispered, reaching down, letting the back of his hand gently caress Steve's check until he reached his son's chin to tilt it upwards. Steve somehow tore his eyes away from his dad's amazing hunk of manhood to look up, seeing in Lee's soft brown eyes and more mature face the hunger that matched his own. Their eyes locked together, seeing in each other's lustful gaze a mutual understanding. They both knew this was the last chance to stop. The few inches between Lee's swollen cockhead and his son's waiting and eager mouth was a wide gulf, a gulf that could change both of them and their father-son relationship forever. Lee continued to stare at Steve as the warm water of the shower splashed over both of their hot bodies. Their desire had no limits; Lee's cock was as full and hungry as he could recall in his older years; likewise, Steve's lust for another man had never risen to these heights. Not a word was said. Nothing more needed to be said. Their actions had spoken. Their kisses had been deep and logn; they both had enjoyed the kissing of their tits together and the caressing of their cocks as one. Both had long kept their feelings suppressed from each other. No longer. The truth had been spoken between them and there was no going back. Steve had told his father of the many years of his desire and of his lust for his handsome father and everything about him from his loving smile to his hot, perfect mannips. And in the past 18 hours, Lee had now invited his son to remove his shirt, had gone to his son's bed, and had now joined him in his shower. Two men, flesh and blood, each wanting the other in the most forbidden way possible, wondering if they could give in to years of an unfulfilled, impossible hunger. And now, Steve was on his knees there in the shower, his mouth hungry for his father's handsome, bloated and lengthy cock that stood erect just inches from Steve's oral service. Both knew what he wanted and what the other wanted. Yet, Lee's fatherly instinct would not let go. The heavy chains of the ultimate taboo still shackled him. He knew it could be a beautiful and unforgettable moment right there in Steve's shower, but instead, he decided to opt for release and a maintenance of the ultimate guilt. He heard himself say, "I have to wait, Steve. Please, get up from your knees. Not that, not now, my son." "Dad, don't stop us. Please, I want to know all of you; I want to suck your amazing cock!" Hearing those words sent a tremendous tremor up and down Lee's body. He, too, wanted Steve to suck his cock. They had been so long getting to this moment, even flirting all around it since the previous evening. Even in the frenzy of the sexual heat surrounding him and his son and even in the security of the shower with nobody else around, he simply could not. "Stevie, please. Give me some time. Get me off with your hand. I will enjoy that now. I need that, too." Lee then turned from his son offering Steve his backside. The father placed his hands against the shower wall. "Hold me from behind me, Steve. Stroke me. Beat my cock. Tease my tits, please." Steve understood the desperation in his father's mind and body. He stood and moved into his father, purposefully letting his stiff cock push along his father's ass crack. He moved both of his hands to his dad's marvelous chest. The hair there continued to give Steve a great sexual thrill. His fingers closed around both of Lee's finely erect brown tits at the same time. Lee groaned. Steve leaned in to kiss the back of his dad's neck. Lee again leaned back into his son, feeling his back contact Steve's chest and nipples. Steve left his left hand on his father's left nipple to tease it, love it, work it, and make his father itch with great need. He tickled the tit tip with his fingernail, circled its areola with his fingertip, and then pinched under it to feel the total hardness of its erection. His right hand ran down his dad's body, over his belly, through his thick patch of pubes, and onto his extended shaft. He gripped his dad's cock and then began to stroke it with great love and purpose. Lee moaned and studdered, "Yeah, my son. Yeah, you make me crazy, boy. Tease my nipple, there. Stroke my cock. Get me off, Steve, please, oh, I so want you to get me off!" It did not take long. A dozen or so slow and sensuous and full strokes of Lee's almost eight-inch cock sent him into a state of orgasm. "Ah yes, ah, yes. I love you, Steve. Yes, I am cumming. Cumming!" Steve stroked his dad's dick with great firmness. He looked around to watch his dad's quivering dick. Within a couple of seconds, he witnessed his dad's cock pulsate madly in his palm and then a great spurt of cream shot from it to hit the shower wall. Steve admired the power and volume of the first shot. The second might have been even more impressive. And then there was a third, a fourth, and a fifth, as Steve lovingly pumped his dad to a violent, but love-filled orgasm. "Oh, baby. My son. My Stevie. Damn! Damn! My cock is shooting so hard." "Yes dad, Oh, let it shoot! Enjoy it! Yes! What a mighty cock!" The sexual charges gripped Lee throughout his body, running up and down his legs, pinching his ass cheeks, jolting his ball sac, teasing his belly, and pounding at his chest. Steve hugged his father from behind continuing to hold his dad's spent dick with one hand and to gently caress his fine nipple with the other. Lee relaxed in his son's arms. He knew Steve had caused him to blast as big a load and as powerful of a shooting as he had in years and years. He knew his son was producing a whole new level of sexual energy throughout his core. Steve knew his dad had needed and enjoyed the heavy cum. While disappointed that his dad was not ready for him to suck him off for the first time, Steve also knew that his father's second orgasm with him by way of a loving hand job was special. He deliberately pinched the very tip of his dad's nipple as he edged his cockhead to the very front of his dad's ass cheeks and crack. He kissed his dad's back. He also knew he wanted to fuck his father. "Steve, will you let me watch you get yourself off? Can I?" Lee asked his son sincerely. Lee had turned to face Steve and was now caressing his chest. He brushed his hands over Steve's pectoral muscles several times before he could no longer resist his son's succulent nipples. He leaned in to again kiss and suck his son's right nipple. Steve groaned, leaned in to offer the tit meat to his dad, and then took his own cock in his right hand and began stroking its hardness. The excitement of having just seen his father shoot his load combined with the sexual charges flooding his chest from his father sucking his nipple took Steve to the point of orgasm in just a few seconds. His cock pulsated, he felt the cum circling throughout his body and loins, he shouted, and then he aimed his pecker to shoot the initial stream of his love juice. He grunted and cried out as he fired off. His juice shot into his dad's pubes, up on his belly, into his navel, and then Steve deliberately pushed their cocks together so his last spurt coded the length of his dad's dick. "Oh daddy, oh man, damn this is good," Steve exclaimed. Lee smiled enjoying his son in the throes of orgasm and noticing just how long his son's cum spurts were and also feeling how extended and hard his excited nipples had gotten during the cum firings. As his father, Lee noticed the details of his son like how his wide nipples drew up small and quite erect as his son shot his tremendous load of cum juice. "That's it, Stevie. So good! Wow! I am fucking impressed, kid. You have such a manly prowess when you shoot off." Both men let the afterglow of their sex capture their bodies. Steve changed the shower head so it sprayed lightly above them. Hugged together, arm in arm, chest to chest, and dick to dick, with even their nipples kissing, the two men drifted down to sit in the shower. Five to 10 minutes passed before Lee forced himself from his son's embrace and the shower stall - their latest love scene, End Note: Comments about this chapter, the actions, the characters, or anything related are invited at Riversplash21@gmail.com. Your compliments, comments, and constructive ideas are important. What was the best part of the chapter; what satisfied you the most? The least? Let us know.