Date: Sun, 2 Oct 2016 21:24:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: His Secret Side: Part 2

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*****

"Take your clothes off, Dad," I said simply, because I wanted to see him
naked. Wanted to see that big dick of his, all hard for me and what we did
in secret. And yeah, the exploring I'd been doing the past few semesters
with other dudes had me kind of into other dudes' bods now. I knew Dad
still had a good one. I'd gotten everything but my hair color from him, and
he still had that powerful bigness he'd used as such a weapon in his own
football years.

Dad had that deer-in-the-headlights look, but when I tugged on the bottom
of his polo shirt, he got the message. Slowly slipped it up and off, baring
his big, hairy chest, silver streaks mixed into the dark fur on his big,
meaty pecs. He looked like Coach did, that kind of big chest, thick torso,
a few extra pounds, but he was a big dude with a big frame, so it worked on
him. Not fat - thick. Then his shorts came down his big thighs, and he was
throwing a good-sized tent in his FTLs. He paused, blushing, with his
thumbs in the waistband of them, and I just nodded and watched. And then,
there it was - the cock he'd made me with. A big dick on a big guy - but I
was bigger. I liked that. Maybe that's why he loved to swallow mine as much
as he did. Yeah. That had to be it. My Dad was a secret cockhound, and his
son had the big cock he craved most of all.

He was eyeing me up pretty hard, that pretty big dick of his pointing up
towards the ceiling as his eyes looked me over from head to toe. I laced my
fingers behind my head, feeling real fuckin' good about how I looked - I
could see it in the mirror, especially in this pose, with my biceps
popping, my pecs stetching out real big, my quads tensed, gold fur on my
chest and my thighs and in my pits, a lazy smile on my face. Most of all,
that big dick of mine, all glossy with Dad's spit and standing damn near
vertical. I could tell he liked what he saw. I liked that he liked it.

Dad started to go to his knees again, ready to go back to licking and
slobbering up my hefty piece, ready to suck it hungrily back down his
talented throat, but I put my hand on the underside of his chin to stop
him. He gave me that hungry, confused look again, as I guided his face
closer to my body. I used my other hand to push his head down, below my
cock, down towards the floor, until he got the message and dropped to his
hands and knees. It took him a minute. Guess he had some of that internal
resistance going on. Fighting in his mind over what should be, and what was
gonna be. But he dropped down anyway, and then I raised my leg a little,
brushing the gold hair of my shin against his chin, his lips, pointing my
toes to make the big muscles of my calves bulge.

"Start there, Dad," I said. "Work your way up. C'mon - I put a lot of work
into this big bod. Show me how much you like it. Show me how good I've
done."

Another pause from him, and then I felt his lips purse, and kiss the warm
tanned skin of my shin. He took my lower leg in both hands, and started to
kiss it, lick it, work his way up it. Even ducked his head around to run
his tongue up those big rocks of my calves, and the way he did it made me
shiver inside a little. That kicker back at school had worshiped the fuck
out of my big linebacker ass, well most of it, but this was different. This
was a first. I liked it.

I watched Dad with curiosity and more and more excitement, as he started to
use his hands as well as his lips. He was a little tentative at first, like
he was just learning how to do this, but this was the kind of thing that
came natural to a certain kind of guy. And for all his big-chested,
ex-ballplayer gruffness out there on the streets, in here, naked and
cock-leaking on his knees as he worshiped his big young jock son, he was
definitely that kind of guy.

Dad's paws slid up either side of my thigh, squeezing in a way that both
tickled a little and tingled a lot, as he licked up the long, thick bulge
of my quads, grunting to himself when I flexed them up a little harder for
him, showing him how I'd mastered the squat rack even better than I had
back in high school. New goals, new routines, new heights - that was Coach
Thornhill's thing down at State. I was living it, and loving it, but not as
much as Dad was right now. When he got to my hip, I kind of held my breath,
waiting to see if he'd get all weak and just go back to sucking my cock, or
if he'd really run with this.

He ran with it. Switched over to my left leg, went back down on hands and
knees, and this time ran his tongue up from the top of my foot to my knee,
and then up the side of my quads, in one slow, wet, unbroken line. Dropped
back down to knee-level, and did the same up my inner thigh, and this time
I couldn't hide the twitch and shiver that ran through me, or stop the
growl I let out at the sensation. He flicked his eyes up at me, and they
crinkled around the edges in like a smile, almost, but he kept lapping up
over my thigh, to my hip, through the edge of my thick, musky bush. And
then he kept going up.

Dad's hands slid up my lats real slow and appreciative, as he started to
raise himself, licking his way over my abs, kissing them, burying his nose
in my treasure trail and sniffing. When his bare shoulder brushed my cock,
it bounced and blew bubbles of precum, left a big shiny streak of it on his
shoulder, but he didn't stop. His hands came up to knead my big pecs,
encouraging me to flex them up for him, as he nuzzled up the deep valley
between them, and I was starting to wonder who was leading who here. Was
starting to lose my focus, to lose a little bit of my control, and this
wasn't about me giving up control. This was about me taking it, and keeping
it, and showing Dad I knew what it was and how to use it.

When he sniffed and kissed and licked his way over my right pec, and then
zeroed in on my big, stiff nip, I almost stopped him. But then he took it
in his mouth with a husky grunt, wrapping his lips around it and sending an
electric surge down my core to my cock. My nips are real sensitive, real
nice to play with when I'm having some good naked fun, and it's like he
just knew that instinctively. Maybe his were wired that way too. Maybe I
could...

No, fuck that. No. Uh-uh. This was my show, and as awesome as it felt
having him suck on my big tit, even graze it with his teeth like some kind
of fuckin' sex pro, I wasn't done with him yet. So I took hold of the back
of his head, firm but gentle, and pulled him off it. He looked like he was
gonna say something again, so I brought my right arm up, hand behind my
head, pit exposed, and just pushed his face into it.

"Taste me, Dad," I said. "Get in there and taste your boy."

He hesitated a minute. Then, with another, deeper grunt, almost a growl, he
attacked. This time I let out a little grunt of my own, letting him know he
was doing a good job. I was fresh-showered, but no deodorant, so all he
could taste was me. Just my natural man scent, and he loved it. So much,
when he'd lapped my pit clean, the hair in it pasted to my skin, he didn't
even wait for me to lift my left arm - he pushed it up himself, and dove on
in.

"Fuck yeah, big guy, that's it," I growled, stroking the back of his head,
feeling his big, hard dick pressing into my thigh as he went deep. Big and
hard like mine. Leaking almost as much as mine was, now.

When he came up, his eyes were all big and shiny, excited. His chin and
lips were wet with spit. His breath was hot and a little musky, huffing on
my face all excited. We locked eyes, and for a minute there, I nearly
leaned in and just kissed him. Would've really laid one on him. He was just
so keyed-up, all in heat and hot, and handsome, and right then I fuckin'
loved the guy. I'd never felt like kissing him before. Sure, I'd played
some tonsil hockey with my little kicker fuckbud. Kind of a lot of it,
lately. Kid could kiss like a motherfucker. But right now, with Dad,
shit...

"Son," Dad said, all husky. "I wanna... can I..."

He'd never been at a loss for words before. Always such a take-charge,
confident, go-on-and-get-it dude.

"Turn around, kid," he finally said, and slowly I did, presenting my big,
muscled ass to him, and then he dropped to his knees, clapped his hands on
either side of it, and moaned as I flexed my glutes up. Joey the kicker had
done the same thing. I never figured Dad for that kind of guy, but I guess
he was, because he squeezed my cheeks, rubbed `em up real good and slow,
and then leaned in and licked his way up my crack.

"Awww shit," I growled. How'd he know that was one of my new favorite
things? Didn't matter, `cos he did, and he was doing it, and in under a
minute, I was bending forward, grabbing the end of my bed, and pushing my
big ass up and back into Dad's handsome, stubbly face, and he was really
fuckin' going for it.

My cock was dripping onto the covers underneath me, the head of it
stretched up and rubbing against my stomach as I bent deeper, let him go
deeper, and when his tongue zeroed in on my ring and licked it right the
fuck open, I growled deep and low, reached round behind me to grab the back
of his head, and pushed his hard-working face in even deeper.

"Yeah Dad," I grunted. "Lick your boy's fuckin' ass, man," and he did. Fuck
yeah he did.

My toes were curling into the rug. My hands were clutching at the
sheets. There was a big wet patch of my precum soaking into the comforter
under my cock. And Dad just growled and grunted, snuffling and munching on
my ass like a hungry animal. My buddy Joey had an eager tongue, but my Dad
could fucking eat ass. I dunno if you can make a man cum doing that, but
sure felt like Dad was trying. And the deeper and longer he went, the more
he licked, the more I thought about ass, all pink and shiny and wet with
spit, about Joey's tight little knot of a hole and how good it felt sinking
my thick, veiny shaft up into it as his eyes rolled back in his head, and I
knew what had to be done. This road went one way, to one big final
destination.

Dad grunted with frustration when I stood up, flexing my big glutes either
side of his face, pushing him back out of my ass as I turned, bent down,
put my hands in his pits and hauled his big ass up. His face was even
shinier, his lips and chin wetter and muskier, and when I leaned in,
clamped one hand on the back of his head in his short, sweaty hair and
planted my lips on his, he made a deep, surprised noise, before letting my
thick tongue push past his lips and into his musky, me-tasting mouth. Let
me ream it out real good with my tongue, before I felt his start to react,
slipping along mine and sliding around and over it. I grunted approvingly,
pressed my body into his as I wrapped my arms around him, and together we
went deep with it. Deep, hungry, grunting, growling, wet man kissing. Dad
and son. Making out hard, like men do.

I knew he could do this all night, and I kind of wanted to as well, but we
didn't really have all night, and I still wanted to go further. Deeper. To
keep this game going. To keep Dad right where I, and he, wanted him to
be. At my feet, hungry and ready to show me how much he wanted my big son
body. My big son cock. How far he'd go to have it. At my feet maybe not,
like, literally anymore - but like mentally. Emotionally. In his
mind. Where him and me both knew he belonged, where he really wanted to be.

So I turned us around, still kissing, his back to the bed, and then I
pushed him away from me - solidly, but not roughly. He landed on his ass on
the bed with a surprised grunt, staring at me as I strode over to my
bedside table, reached into the drawer, and pulled out my trusty
lube. Watched me slick up my cock real slow, showing him what I was doing,
making it gleam in the light for him, making the thickness shine, the veins
pop, the head almost glowing with precum and lube. Then I tossed him the
bottle.

"Show me how much you want this son cock, Dad," I said, using my deep
voice. "Show me how bad you want your son."

He kind of whimpered, then took the lube, and like I expected him to, like
I knew he'd always wanted, since that first time he blew me in the front
seat of his Silverado in the parking lot after two-a-days the summer I
turned 16, he started to grease himself up. Something so damn lewd in the
way he did it, without meaning to be - that deep, furry trench of his all
sweaty, puckered at the center, getting all shined up for me. For my
thickness. For my bigness. For my son cock. I slow-fisted myself as I
watched him, eyes on my prize. Maybe he'd done this before. Maybe he was a
horny, cock-hungry down-low jock stud back in college. Maybe even still was
now. I didn't know. I didn't care. He was mine now, tonight and from now
on, and I didn't care about anything else in his past - but I was very
ready to give a fuck.

His hole resisted me at first, and I expected that, and maybe I could've
done him the courtesy of eating him out the way he'd done me, the way I'd
been learning to do to Joey, the way I was starting to really fuckin' like
- but the ship had sailed and this shit was full steam ahead now. I didn't
force it into him, I was never that kind of guy, but I had a lot of
experience stuffing this great big piece of mine up inside tight little
holes. I worked at him, pressed and probed and pushed a little more,
looking deep in his big, almost scared eyes, and then it was like we
finally connected, like he finally understood that this was happening, and
he opened up to me, and I pushed my way inside him.

"Fuck, you're tight, Dad," I grunted, and that made him moan and clutch at
the big bulging knots of my bis and tris, as I pushed inch after inch into
him. No stopping now, no going back. I owned his mouth, and now I owned
Dad's ass too, and I was loving it.

"Get ready, Dad," I grunted when I had my almost-nine full inches inside of
him, thick and throbbing, stretching him to his limits... for now. "I'm
going to fuck you. You want your boy to fuck you, Dad?"

He nodded, eyes watering a little with the strain.

"No, Dad," I murmured, leaning in to just brush my lips over his, eyes
locked deep with his. "Tell me. Say it, Dad."

"Fuck me, son," he moaned. "Jesus christ, I want you to fuck me, son..."

"Fuck you with what, Dad?" I said.

"Ah Jesus..." he almost whimpered. "Fuck me with your big dick, son. Fuck
me with that big... fucking... cock..."

Man, those words, that voice, that look deep in his eyes, it sent a charge
all through me. I got that godly feeling all over again, like I was the
biggest, manliest, hardest man in the world. Fucking awesome. And so I gave
Dad what he wanted. What I wanted too, yeah, I can admit it. I wanted to
fuck my big, good-looking, cock-sucking Dad. Wanted him to feel me buried
inside of him, as much as I wanted to feel him wrapped round my big young
jock dick. Everything else him and me had ever done, every fuckbud session
I'd had on my own since then, had been building up to this. Me and Dad. Me
fucking Dad. Fuck yeah.

I wanted to make it last, to pound Dad's tight hole all night, dump
multiple loads of my thick cum deep inside of him, but we'd been at it too
long already, and the rest of the family would be home soon. So I planted
my hands above his shoulders, locked eyes with him, and set to work,
building up my pace, really starting to fuck him, as he wrapped his big
legs tighter round my trunk and held on for the ride. We didn't need to say
much. It was all there in the air between us. In the sweat dripping off me,
onto him. In the slow, steady leak of his cock. In the deep, growling moans
I was drilling out of him, that he was pulling out of me. In the slap of my
hips against his meaty, muscular ass. Steadily picking up the pace, as that
hot glowing ball of electricity grew inside my gut, spread through my
groin, down my inner thighs, filled my balls, flowed up the length of my
shaft, and before I knew it, I was coming. Hard. Harder than I ever did
before.

"Fucking coming in you, Dad!" I yelled, and then he started to moan too,
and I felt him clenching even tighter all round me as his cum started to
spurt, splatting all over his sweaty belly, up deep into his chest fur,
almost all the way to his chin, as his paws clutched even tighter onto my
big, bulging upper arms.

Took a little time to get our breath back, and then he smiled at me, and I
found myself smiling back - not the casual, chill smile I'd given him when
he first started giving me the eye tonight, but a real genuine grin. And
then fuck it, I was kissing him again, and he was moaning into my mouth,
and just as I was really reaming his mouth out again with my tongue, I
heard the sound of Mom's Grand Cherokee, big V8 rumbling into the driveway,
headlights glowing through my window.

"Aw shit!" Dad yelled, pushing me up off him and running for the bedroom
door. It was kinda funny, to be honest. Kinda exciting, too, nearly getting
busted like that. I heard his heavy footsteps pounding down the hall to his
bathroom, then doubling back into the living room. Then my shorts and my
wife-beater that I'd left in there before came flying through my bedroom
door at me.

"Too close, bud!" he yelled over his shoulder as he disappeared down the
hall. I heard his shower kick on just as the front door opened, and I
smoothly slipped the bedsheet over my lower body and pretended like I was
reading Road & Track when Mom's head popped around the door.

"Where's your father, honey?" she said.

"In the shower," I said, smiling innocently at her. "Think he just got done
with a workout."

"Oh, you boys and your workouts," she said, smiling and rolling her eyes.

She headed off to the kitchen, leaving my little brother Jason standing
there. He kind of sniffed the air a little, and I knew there was probably a
definite whiff of something in the air. Jeez, I hope Mom didn't notice. But
my kid bro sure did, and now he was giving me that look. The same kind of
look Dad did, when he thought I wasn't looking. Almost like... a hungry
kind of look.

Shit. Looked like this was going to be one busy summer. But a fun one, for
sure. Fuck yeah.

The End