Date: Sun, 14 Jun 2015 11:28:48 -0400
From: Jammer S <riversplash21@gmail.com>
Subject: My Father's Charisma

Part One: Shirts and Skins Among Kin

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to enhance solo and safe sex. Anyone under age 18 should not read its
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Author's Note: This is the opening chapter to a new series by Jammer and
Friends. We will intentionally make the chapters short for your
entertainment. The action will remain on the father and son, although they
will entertain guests. Enjoy! And let us know what you think at
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By: Jammer and Friends

My father and I had not seen each other in more than two years.  We lived
in different cities some 500 miles apart so distance played a part, but
more than anything my mother had died five years earlier, and dad began to
bed hop from one broad to another. At some point, I said too much about
it. Somehow I thought he was showing my mother disrespect even though she
was dead and gone; and he was still a handsome, virile and much admired man
in his mid-60s. I just could not handle hearing dad talk about "screwing
that 25-year-old bimbo and banging that old lady of 50 years and giving
this senior lady a thrill letting her have a piece of me." When I said too
much, dad told me that some of his talk was exaggeration, but he also told
me to mind my own business. I should have.

So, I had not see him in too many months, yet when he picked me up at the
airport, we were both mighty glad to be together. Our hug was long and
tight, and dad surprised me by kissing me on the cheek and patting my
ass. He asked about my wife, complimented her, and asked details about both
of my children.

When we got back to his house, I noticed how clean and immaculate it
was. Dad turned out to be a great housekeeper. We had three beers, drinking
them in quick fashion over lively and fun conversation.  Dad then suggested
we go out to eat. I told him I needed to shower, and he showed me to the
bathroom and grabbed a couple of expensive and very plush towels for my
needs. He closed the door behind him, and I had a nice, relaxing warm
shower. When I finished, I wrapped one of the towels around me and
proceeded to shave there in the bathroom.

Dad came in while I was shaving and said that he, too, was going to wash
off before going out. He then stared at me standing there with just the
towel around my bare midsection.

He smiled and stared so long until I finally asked, "What in he hell is you
looking at dad?"

He reached over, patted me on my bare stomach, and then on my back. 'Just
enjoying the view of my dear son. Damn, Wyatt, you might be near 40, but
you look so young and handsome and fit. Nice tan. You look great, son."

I turned, smiled at dad, and watched as he pulled his red pullover from his
pants, grabbed the sides and then yanked it up his belly, over his hairy
chest and off his upper body. It was my turn to be impressed. Unlike me,
dad had a killer hairy chest; I was mostly smooth chested. He also had
large breasts showing huge mounds of man flesh and upon which grew heavy
fur of salt-and-pepper. His pecs bulged. He saw me looking. He raked his
right hand across his chest and said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, my side of he
family has hairy chests; your mom's side has smooth chests and beautiful
skin, and you take after your mom."

I then chuckled, turned back to finish shaving, and dad stripped off his
jeans and briefs and stepped into the shower. I glanced back to take in his
firm; very fine bubble-butt just as he stepped into the shower and let the
curtain hit his behind.

To my surprise, dad turned off the shower and pulled back the curtain after
a very short shower. I had not finished shaving. I looked over at him as
the curtain pulled back and there stood my handsome, wet, and very naked
father. I recalled seeing dad in the buff a time or two while growing up,
but this was different. He looked so sexy, sensuously mature, and
deliciously ripe. Most of all, his cock was partially hard, and it extended
out to a fairly impressive length. He caught me bathing his naked body with
my eyes. He asked me to pass him a towel, and I did.

Dad again surprised me. When I handed the towel to him, he leaned forward
so his exposed penis touched he backside of my hand.  I thought he had
intentionally jutted his hips forward to cause the contact. I was so
mesmerized by his hefty cock that I froze, but my hand turned inward. He
then deliberately rocked his ass forward to push the left side of his long
dick up against my palm. The thought of closing my fist around it tempted
me, especially when he chuckled and moved to allow the warm cock to rub
back and forth against my open palm. I did not move. My dad knew I was
mesmerized.

He obviously noticed my non-verbal expression. He chuckled and then he
again pushed his hips forward and kept his half erection touching my hand.
"Why not take your hand and wipe the last residue of soap from my dick
there, son?" Dad asked and encouraged.

I pulled my hand back, swallowed hard, and dad laughed.

"You'd best be careful where you put your hand, Wyatt. I've been leaving
the women alone lately, but the guys are another thing."

"You what?" I asked wanting clarification.

He continued to dry his handsome body. I noticed every muscle. I wondered
if my father had grown more handsome either because I had not seen him
during the extra year or two he had aged. Perhaps his workout sessions had
made him significantly more fit. Whatever, he was hot and turning me on.

He placed the towel behind him to dry his back. The movement left his chest
and privates fully exposed. I could not help but to look him over. Again,
the thickness of the wet salt-and-pepper chest hair, the firmness of his
belly, although he did not have a six-pack, the heavy hang of his mancock,
along with the size of his hairy balls, and the girth of his thighs were
damn impressive. A surge of man lust swept my body. It did not matter that
he was an older, mature man or just a man; I knew he turned me on.

He then stepped from the shower and finished drying off as I finished my
shaving. I tuned to leave the bathroom, but dad again surprised the hell
out of me. He stepped in front of me, looked over my nearly naked body,
fully opened his stance to let me see his naked frame, and hen he
whispered, "Come closer, Wyatt, come very close. Let's hug." I stood
frozen, hardly able to comprehend dad's aggressive and flirtatious
actions. When I did not move closer to him, he moved closer to me. Before I
knew it, dad reached up and ran his open right palm completely over my
wide, smooth chest.

"You are a handsome dude yourself, Wyatt. I've gained an appreciation of
men. No need for us to be strangers,' and then to my absolute wonderment,
dad's palm stopped on the top of my sensitive left nipple, he kneaded it
lightly and then moved his thumb and index finger to capture my tit. I
grimaced, but I did not jerk away as he began to caress my nipple. It
stiffened. Dad smiled as he mannips hardened between his fingers. He
whispered, "Like that? Not had that done? I like it done to mine, too,
son." And then he used his other hand to pull me to him and we
embraced. Our mouths found each other, and dad kissed me hard while
continuing to delicately rub and pinch my nipple. I moaned and moved into
him. I felt his hairy chest. I brought my hand up to feel his strong arm;
the bicep was hard and impressive.

Our kiss did not soon end. Dad let go of my tit, but only long enough to
untie my towel from around me, letting it fall to the floor. He then pushed
our man cocks together and whispered, "Oh yes, my son, oh yes. We are two
lustful, needy, hot men. Love me, Wyatt."

Dad broke the kiss but directed my lips down his neck, over his bare
shoulders and he urged me to "take my big nipple, kiss it, suck it, and
enjoy it." I was about to sink my mouth to his hot, dark brown and very
meaty mannip when my better senses came over me.

I stopped. He tried to guide my face back to his chest, but I turned and
left the bathroom in a rush of rationale and good judgment.  I heard him
chuckling and then he said, "Oh Wyatt, if not now, it will happen, And it
will be so good for both of us."

We both dressed, went out eat, kept the conversation to small talk about
sports, the weather and my two sons - ages 21 and 17 - and his work out
regiment and new diet, both of which had obviously turned were paying
dividends for him in both physical appearance, vitality, and attitude. On
the way back home, I felt the sexual attraction begin again. I glanced down
at the bulge between his legs and my eyes must have lingered because while
starring, his hand came across and lingered on my chest. Our eyes locked
and dad said, "Wyatt, we really need to spend some valuable time getting to
know each other again."

Once back at the house, he mixed us both a double shot of a rum and coke,
we toasted each other, and then he sat of the sofa and patted it for me to
come sit by him. I did. The attraction was heavy. He then broke our small
talk when he said, 'Wyatt, do you remember when you were about 15 and you
and the Taylor kid from down the street were in bed together spending the
night together, and I came in on you..."

I interrupted. I had remembered the night all of my life. Kenny Taylor and
I were in a mutual jerk off session when dad came into my room near
midnight without knocking. He wanted to borrow my telescope to look at
something in the night's sky and assumed we were asleep. Yet, when he
turned on a nearby lamp, there Kenny and I were naked with our hands all
over each other. We were not giving each other blowjobs or having anal
intercourse, but it was obvious that our hands were on each other's
privates and we both sported teenage hardons.

"Wyatt, what I never told you or got on to you about was the following
night. The two of you were in the living room watching a late-night movie
when I went to bed. A half hour later, I came down to get a drink of water
and the Taylor kid had you bare-chested and was on top of you sucking first
one of your nice, looking nipples and then the other. I watched in the
shadows of the next room for 10 minutes or more. That kid ate you up, first
each of your boytits that looked so perky and well, cute, and the he
proceeded to your belly and then unsnapped your pants and took out your
cock. I could hardly leave when he went down on you and you raised your ass
to fee it to him, but I wanted to give both of you your privacy and I want
you to enjoy yourself. The Taylor kid knew how to give a blowjob."

Dad took his time telling me that it was one of the most sensuous things he
had ever seen with my young friend tracing, licking and smooching my
nipples, chest and belly with his tongue as I lay there fisting my hard-on
through my pants. "I cannot help it Wyatt, I wanted to be where your friend
was, and I wanted to be where you were. I almost joined the two of you that
night."

"I'm embarrassed, dad" I said knowing my homosexual interests as a teenager
were more than just a puberty experimentation. Kenny Taylor had not been
his own adventurous friend or his only lover. Before that summer ended, I
also had made it with Kenny's father, Connor Taylor, who was a deacon in
the First Baptist Church and a city councilman in our town,

 "Nothing to be embarrassed about, son. You and the Taylor kid were a hot
go; and again, I wanted to join you. Would I have been welcomed?" Vic
Collins stopped and starred at his son. "Well, answer the question, Wyatt?"

Before I realized what I was saying, I told him what Kenny Taylor had told
me. "I might have found it a little awkward, but Kenny Taylor once told me
dad that he thought you were a macho hunk of a man stud. He told me that my
mother sure must get a good fucking quite a lot."

My father did not need much encouragement from me. He was horny. Horny from
a lack of sex; horny from the earlier episode in the bathroom with his son;
horny from the booze; horny because of his recent experimentation with men;
and now horny because he was so close to his son, and we were talking
sex. He grabbed me by the neck and before I could resist, he moved me
toward him, his body moved into mine, his right hand brought my mouth to
his and again we kissed while dad's left hand expertly worked the top
button on my shirt. "I am going to unbutton your shirt and do for you what
that Taylor kid did so many years ago, Wyatt. I am going to orally work
your upper body. Is that okay,"

I sat stunned and shivered as dad kissed my lips again and again and
started to use both hands to quickly undo the buttons to my shirt. When it
was fully opened, it spread its folds back; I felt the cool air on my chest
and nipples. My nipples perked. Dad used his right hand to press my right
breast and to form a "v" between his thumb and forefinger to make my mannip
puff out even further. And then, I watched as, if in slow motion, my father
brought his lips to my half-dollar size, dark red, mantit and at first
kissed it lightly before slurping I fully into his mouth.

I could do nothing but lean back on the sofa and moan. I grabbed the back
of his head and held it to my tit. His mouth felt better than Kenny
Taylor's ever did. I recalled how hungry Kenny's father had been when he
first found my nipples, and dad's need was not unlike Kenny's dad. It made
me feel desired and that feeling pulsed my cock to a fast erection.

Dad knew his expert lickings and sucking were just what an untreated mantit
needed after a long absence of attentions.  My other nipple stiffened and
he found it with his fingers. My cock shot up like a rocket wanting to be
freed from my pants. Before I could comprehend that my own father was
making it with me on the sofa there I had reached under him to find his
breasts and through the fabric of his shirt. We both moaned. The night was
growing wild with man lust.

He looked at me; I was in a rush of lust. . He smiled. We kissed, and then
he stood up to unbutton his shirt and to strip it off. I pushed my shirt
off my shoulders. And then as though I could not control myself I said to
my father, "Oh yes, dad, oh yes, get your shirt off, get your clothes off,
I am going to show you a good time. And I am going to start with your meaty
daddy mantits... those hot, beautiful titties that I have wanted to taste
since childhood."

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