Date: Wed, 8 Jul 2015 14:37:48 -0400 From: Jammer S Subject: My Father's Charisma, Chapter 3 Part Three: The Suspense of Seduction Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction intended only as a literary stimulant to enhance solo and safe sex. Anyone under age 18 should not read its contents. The presentation design attempts to prevent it from being offensive or morally repugnant. The practices and relationships in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance of this story, its characters, its occurrences, or any names including the writer's to any others -- real or imagined --is purely coincidental. Donate: Please contribute to Nifty.Org to support the stories you enjoy and the service that brings those stories to you for free. Your pleasure and entertainment depend on your generosity. Author's Note Let us know what excites you about this father and son pairing. Write to us at riversplash21@gmail.com. Hearing from our readers motivates us to continue and give you more. By: Jammer and Friends As I followed my father to his bedroom, I could not help but admire his well-formed, bubble ass through his pants. His pretty and muscular bareback combined with the bulbous butt made me anxious for what I was about to see. Yet, I wondered how far and how fast thing should go. After all, this was my father; we could regret what might occur for the rest of our lives. Our adventuresome sex play already had led us to strip off our shirts and explore each other's upper bodies including exciting each other greatly with extended nipple play. My mouth watered just recalling how dad's savory tit had tasted between my lips. Once in his room, dad closed the door and moved into me again. His kiss was even more deliberate. His hands roamed up and down my back. When his tongue found mind, I lost my breath. My father was a hell of a great kisser. I imagined whenever he wanted to fuck my mom; he was able to seduce her merely by rolling his bare, hairy chest on top of her and engaging her in a hard, wet kiss. I clawed at his back in return; I moaned; I jutted my crotch out to find his again as the kiss went longer and deeper than any one before. Again, when dad ended the kiss, he immediately kissed my ear lobe, tongued my ear, and then made his way down my neck. Before too many seconds passed, I felt his warm, wet lips capture my right nipple. He moaned as he found the nub and began to make love to it. His other fingers pinched at my left nipple. I pushed my chest at him, wanting him to devour my stiff and sensitive nips like they had never been devoured. Dad had told me he wanted to join Kenny Taylor and me that night long ago. What Kenny Taylor did to my boytits then simply did not compare to the sensuous attentions that my mature father was now giving them. Being a middle-aged man, whose chest had wanted such pleasures for a long time, I moaned deeply, held the back of my father's head to my chest plate, and whispered, "Oh daddy, oh dad, yes, yes, suck my tit. That feels wonderful." Dad stopped for just a second, tweaked my right nipple with his fingers repeatedly and even pinched it to cause a little pain mixed with the pleasure. He chuckled and said, "Son, you and I are going to have to do a number on each other's nipples before this night is over. I see we are two studs of the same needs and order." Then his mouth moved to my other mannip to suck it, work it, and make it stand in ultimate attention. "Yes, dad, oh yeah," I muttered. My cock tented my pants, wanting to be freed. I grabbed dad on his shoulder to steady myself. He continued to give my mantits the greatest of loving and sensuous detail. When his front teeth barely took my extended tittie tip between them and he bit down lightly, I screamed from the intense pleasure. The immense turn on made me push him back off my tits to allow me to return to his hairy chest and meaty mannips. The crispy brown color of his areola and the stiff sharp point of his tips made me shake with desire. I kissed and suckled and generally ate up his chest. Once I knew my sucking was making one nipple too tender, I moved to the other. Dad moaned and groaned and let me have my way with his breasts, its thick chest hair, and his fabulous meaty nips for a good five minutes. Finally, my father urged, "Wyatt, let's stop. Let me get your pants off. Let's strip to our briefs and get in the sack." I had been so hypnotized pleasuring my father's chest and nipples until I had zoned out completely. When dad stopped my suckling to suggest we strip off our pants and get into bed together, the absolute reality of what was occurring between us hit me between the eyes. Before I realized what I was saying, I blurted out, "What about mom, my wife, our knowing this is in..." but before I could say the word "incest," my father interrupted and said, "Fuck, Wyatt, we are two horny guys who love each other. This is a lifetime of desire coming to fruition. Your mom had been dead for five years, your wife is 500 miles away, and this is just us, son." "But dad, I can hardly believe this is happening. I need to be sure," I replied. Dad smiled, ran his fingertips over his right nipple, looked down at it, and said, "From the feel of my nipples, son, you are pretty damn sure of what you want." "I do want more of you, dad, I do," I said, but I added, "Maybe we should stop here. Give it the night. See what we feel tomorrow." Dad walked closer to me, took me by the hands, placed my hands on his chest, and said, ""I know what I want, Wyatt. I've told you, this is not a new or a suddenly unknown feeling. Go ahead, son, " and he took my fingers and placed them right on the top of his wonderful mantits and said, "Go ahead, tell me if you want to explore me further, discover other things about me, caress my tits some more. Or, do you really need more time?" Almost involuntarily, my fingertips began to rub, and caress my dad's nipples again. I locked my fingers onto each one and twisted and teased and pulled. He engaged me in another, long kiss. He danced his tongue into an entanglement of my own. His right hand went down to find and press my erection through my pants. He whispered, "We can go slow, very slow. I want to get your pants off, son, and give you a body massage." "Oh dad, that would be nice, but I am just so unsure about things." Dad chuckled again; he squeezed hard on my covered cock, stroked the full length of it, and said to me, "This thing down here is pretty sure. I tell you that. You feel great, son." My father began to unsnap my pants. He unzipped them, when they were loosened around my waist; I stood there mesmerized as he stripped them from around my hips. They fell to my knees. Dad bent his body away from far enough to get a good viewing of my erected cock My briefs hide it, but its head threatened to rocket out of the top near my belly button. "Damn, Wyatt, you have a hot bulge there, son. Mighty hot. You know, you look like me a lot when I was 20 years younger except for the smooth chest. You get your chest from your mom's father and that man had a physique to die for. Of course, you get your pretty and very wide tits from your mom. I loved hers, and I love yours." "Dad, this kind of embarrasses me, although I am glad you like what you see in your son," I said. Dad replied, "We should do as we please, son, and really enjoy pleasuring each other. Enjoy tonight and our exploration and simulation. Okay?" Dad grabbed me on the corner of both shoulders. He kissed my forehead. His left hand found my cock now covered only by my gray cotton briefs. He moaned as his hand went around my erection. He leaned down and again kissed my left tit. The moment was hot for me. I felt my pre-cum leaking from my piss slit. The goo made a wet spot on my briefs. Dad circled the spot with his middle finger. He then brought the finger up and drilled it around my bellybutton. "I love you, Wyatt," I heard him say. He then stopped, took a step or two back from me, and within a few seconds, his shoes, socks, belt and pants were removed, and he stood there with me in his tight, white briefs. He looked tremendous, as a handsome, striking man. His package was evident inside his briefs; his long, hairy and muscular legs were still athletic; his total physique turned me on. He moved to the head of the bed, drew the bedding back and invited me in. "You want to take it slow, we can leave on our briefs, but I want to share my bed with you. Come now." As dad sat and then lay back in the bed and moved over to its far side, I moved to it and got in. He smiled. He caressed my arm, felt my bicep, and then drew me on top of him. When our bodies connected there in his bed, I shuddered, shivered and moaned. "Oh dad, damn, your body is hot and steamy," I said before kissing him on his upper chest just under his throat. Dad smiled and said, "Oh yeah, your hot chest pressed against mine is wonderful. Press our titties together, son, make our nipples smack each other.' I wanted to do that very thing. I moved a few inches so my mannips aligned with dad's. The tips of our tits kissed and sparks ignited in both of us. He grabbed my buttocks with his hands to draw our covered erections together. He began to grunt and move like an animal to saw and glide our dicks together. Even though the hardness of both cocks was evident, Dad grabbed me and turned our bodies with ease. He was on top, then I was, and then we kissed deeply, and then he grinded our mannips together, letting me feel the heat of his fur-covered chest while our cocks stabbed at each other. Finally, dad ended up on top. He scooted down beneath my privates, took both hands and brought them to the flanks of my underwear. He looked me in the eyes, ran a hand up over my chest to play with both tits, and then returned the hand to the side of my shorts and asked me, "Can I now get these off you? Strip you naked son?" Dad went to lower my briefs, but just as he was about to bring them below my cock to where my dick would have snapped out from beneath them to wag in the air, I twisted and moved quickly and surprisingly pushed away from him. I was not ready for such an intimate experience with my own father. His lowering of my briefs to make me naked made me react with modesty from somewhere in my being. "Dad, I want to be close to you," I said as I got up and stood on the opposite side of the bed from him. I looked down at him, seeing and again admiring his chest that looked splendid for a man of his age. Lying there in the bed, my father looked powerful, well built, and handsome. I wanted to get back in the bed with him, yet my judgment at that moment told me that I should not. "I am sorry, dad. Truly, I am sorry. But if I give in to this great temptation, it could change me forever." I grabbed my trousers off the floor and was about to leave his bedroom when he suddenly snapped up from the bed, and in two or three big steps beat me to the door. He positioned himself between the door and me. He still looked very sexy, but now angry, "Wyatt, maybe you do need some time. Maybe I have been too aggressive. But," and dad paused, put a hand in the middle of my chest, looked own at my cock poking my briefs way out, and then said, "But I will not stop my pursuit. I am enjoying man-to-man sex and relationships these days, and you, son, happened to be about as hot of a middle-aged man as I've seen or been around. Please, come back to bed with me." Wanting to please my father, I offered a compromise. Seeing how hot dad looked there, bare-chested, almost naked, with such strong, sexy legs and all, I heard myself say, "What about if we sleep together tonight, but that be all?' Dad smiled, grabbed me around the shoulders, turned me toward the bed, padded me on my bare belly, and said, "Come lay down, Wyatt. Come lay down and let me give you a massage to relax you. You can fall asleep to my touch." . As soon as I was on my stomach and settled in, dad got on the bed, straddled my lower back and began to massage my neck and shoulders. His firm hands worked magic. He relaxed my muscles in ways I had not felt. He was expert. "Dad, have you done this before?" I asked. Dad told me that he had picked up a side job as an amateur masseuse at his lodge. "The pay is minimum, but I meet a lot of men, old and young, and well, I enjoy having their skin and muscles under my palm," he said and chuckled. "I haven't been doing it long, and I don't know how much longer I will keep at it, but I have watched a few videos and understand basic technique. Indeed he did. He made me moan and compliment him as he worked down to my lower back, upper legs, calves and feet. When he moved back up my legs to squeeze and massage my ass, I moaned deeply and wiggled my butt to show him my enjoyment. I looked back at him and said, "Dang dad, you re good at this. I feel great." Dad smiled, winked and said, "I am going to pull your shorts down to do your bare ass cheeks. I'll pull them back up before you turn over." I let my father lower my shorts. When his palms pressed my puffy butt cheeks and massaged them, I could not help but exhale with pleasure. I cooed and moaned as dad worked my ass muscles, my lower back and the upper part of my legs. He worked my ass for several minutes finally patting each one a few times and then slapping each cheek a couple of times to bring a slight sting. "Yeah, oh yes, you have a nice ass, son. A very nice ass. I've seen my share in my lifetime, but you have an A-plus butt, kid." He then slapped me lighter on my tail a couple of more times, almost as though he were dusting it. Dad then reached into his nightstand, brought out a lotion, and applied a cool gel to my buns. It felt heavenly. I moaned and cooed again. My father's touch relaxed me so much that I spread my butt without notice. And then, I felt it. He took his middle finger and ran it from the point of my tailbone, down my crack and to the rim of the opening of my ass. The feeling was indescribable and then he moved the finger back up, going just a fraction of an inch deeper. I moaned. "Oh dad, that feels so unusual, but good." "Relax Wyatt, let me work." And dad hen let his finger back down, and slowly he moved it back up. I moved to position myself to deliberately give him more room to get his probing finger even deeper. He knew what I was doing. He urged me "Yes Wyatt, open it up. You have such hot butt. So manly; so good." And when he moved his finger back down, he stopped and worked it into the very rim of my ass hole. I moaned and opened myself to him. He whispered, "I am going to add some gel here, make it easy to glide, make it good for you." He brought his finger out, lubed it, and then returned it. I felt the cool, slippery gel n it. The wetness, the gentle probing, and the urgings of my father were too much. I lifted my ass up and whispered back at him, "Do it a little more, dad. Probe me there. Caress me." My father gently and slowly and with great care edged his wet middle finger into my ass canal. When I lifted all the way off the mattress and onto my all fours, he gradually drilled into the very hot depths of my ass. He reached down and kissed me on my neck, and before I realized what was going on, dad started rotating that right finger deep inside my ass. At the same time, he reached under me with his left hand to take my ball sac and to fondle my balls with his left hand. When his fleshy hand squeezed around my tender nuts, I moaned like an alley cat, lifted up to give my ass to him, and heard myself say, "Oh yes, dad. Oh yes, I want it. I want all of you.' He kissed me and then said, "It's a little awkward in this position for me to pleasure you and that is exactly what I want to do. Turn over. Let me do this right." And then, the reality hit me again. I collapsed onto the mattress, used my right hand to grab his and force his finger from its anal carving of my interiors. "No dad, not now, that is too much, Way too much.' Dad said, "But you were enjoying it, Wyatt. Enjoying it greatly. Your ass is so hot and wonderful, my boy." "You are too seductive, dad. This is too much, too much. You can so easily manipulate me." Dad pressed his hairy body into me, and we kissed deeply. His hand went to pecker, and he stroked me with purpose and care. I wanted to simply lie back and let him bring me off quickly, but I did not want to totally lose my better judgment and modesty. I found the strength to remove his hand. I pulled the covers up over me. "Dad, please. Please stop for now." He lifted off me and walked around to the other side of the bed. I looked at him carefully. His meaty mannips were pointed and excited. His cock was hardly contained in his briefs. He squeezed his cock while looking at me and said, "You are going to be here all week. There will be plenty of time. And there will be time, Wyatt. We can no more and prevent this now than anything." He got into bed with me. When he turned from me, I did not know if I wanted to turn him back toward me and continue or turn over myself and try to sleep. I reluctantly turned over myself. I was hoping deep down that he was going to turn back toward me and try to rekindle the seduction. I still felt his finger working my interiors. I still wanted to see and kiss his fatherly nipples. And I knew I wanted to sample his impressive cock. He told me "good night, son," and I lay there thinking about the events with him. I could not forget how much I had enjoyed discovering his upper body and how tempted his mighty dick had been when he flirted with me after his shower and again just minutes ago. Here I was a confident, successful married man in my middle years, yet my older father had me doubting my sexuality, my preferences, and my great lust for his mature body. My mind flashed back to that afternoon years ago when I dropped in to see my friend Kenny Taylor the afternoon after we had gotten each other off in my bedroom for the third or fourth time. He was not home, but his dad saw me about to leave and hollered at me from the backyard swimming pool. I went around to say "hello" and could not take my eyes off the man. He was about 45, handsome, shirtless, muscular and wearing a tight maroon swimsuit. He told me Kenny would not be back for a couple of hours, nobody else was at home, and then he said, "Why don't you stay and swim with me, Wyatt?" Normally, I would not have accepted. But as I looked him over, he turned me on. It did not matter his age or that he were Kenny's father or that he was a straight, religious type who was well respected in our community. Instead, I saw a very fit and sexy man that I wanted to look at longer and more closely. He had thick waves of dark hair on his head, sexy sunken blue eyes, wide shoulders, a deep tan, impressive pecs, and his nipples were about quarter-sized, not overly wide, but they were a pretty copper color and had a bullet tit that stood out very noticeably. He belly was firm and then I noticed the outline of an impassively long cock to which his wet trunks clung. My mouth watered. Before long, he gave me one of Kenny's swim suits to wear, we were in the pool together, and before I really understood what was occurring, this well-respected Baptist deacon in the biggest church in town had me between his arms against the pool wall. We were at the far wall from the house and trees blocked us from any neighbors. And then, Mr. Taylor said in a low, sexy voice, "Oh Wyatt, you have been eyeing me haven't you son?" I tried to deflect eh question and I shifted to move away from him. But I wasn't successful. His moved even closer and then our front sides pressed together, I could not only feel his big chest against my own, but I felt an electric charge go straight to my cock when his nipple and my nipple smashed together a though kissing each other. "Haven't you?" Connor Taylor asked me again "What if had to call your dad about my concerns?" I asked, "What concerns," and then he confidently and smartly took control as he older man. "These concerns," and then his right hand began to sweep across my bare chest there in the water. I froze. This distinguished older man, hot and handsome, married and quite physically fit, with a broad hairy chest was coming on to me. When one hand found my left nipple while the other pulled me to him, I was dumbfounded. But when Connor Taylor engaged me fully in a long, hard kiss and brought our bodies completely together, I was sexually charged and willing to do whatever he asked. Within seconds, he leaned into me and forced my lips to his excited left nipple and took my right hand and brought it down to feel the hard on that his swim trunks covered, but barely contained. When my lips began to kiss and suck his dark, excited nipple and my hand went inside his trunks to fish out his elongated cock, he hugged me to him. I heard my friend's father say, "Take me, Wyatt. Take me. Show Kenny's father what a young stud you are." He moaned, groaned, and grabbed down to squeeze my own cock. "Eat my mantit. Stroke my cock." Strong and fit, Mr. Taylor positioned our bodies so that our legs, privates, bellies, chests and faces pressed together. He kissed me, making the kiss wet and hard. He squeezed my cock as I worked his. And then he noticeably moved his chest so that his colorful left nipple kissed my right tit. I shivered as the elongated point of his meaty button kissed and clung to my wide nipple. "Oh yes, holding our cocks, kissing tits, we are good together, lid," Mr. Taylor whispered, his strong voice now choked with sexual lust. Mr. Taylor grabbed me by the hand to lead me to the steps of the pool. He removed his trunks, and then brought me on top of him. He encouraged me to suck and kiss his chest spending time on both of his fine tits. While I sucked his tits, the image of him in an expensive black suit and starched white shirt collecting offering up and down the aisles of the Baptist church flashed through my mind. When he pushed me to his cock. I had hardly began to suck its head before he exclaimed, "That's it, that's it, right there. Mr. Taylor is about to explode. Oh yeah, oh yeah, coming now." And his man juices spurted out into my mouth before I pulled off his shooting cock. I had tasted Kenny's cum after he shot, and had tasted my own, but this was the first time another man had shot off into my mouth. I tasted and swallowed. After two long spurts, Kenny's father pulled out of me, reached for his orgasmic pecker, and hen stroked himself to a finish, shooting three or four strong shots it amazed me to see such a stoic, controlled man and my friend's father in the throes of a big cum and getting himself off as he were a that point. After he finished, we both collapsed into the water to wash the residue away. He then swam to the other end. When he got our of the pool, he looked back at me and said, "Swim as long as you like, Wyatt. That was nice. Real nice, Come back to visit me, son. Okay?" I knew I would return. The older man's charisma, sexual control, lengthy cock, and hot tits captivated me. Connor Taylor had just turned me on to an interest in the older man. >>> >> > > Remember: Please contribute to Nifty.Org to support the stories you enjoy and write to us at riversplash21@gmail.com to let us know your enjoyment of this chapter.