Date: Tue, 16 Feb 2016 12:20:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: The Hike

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*****

We'd been hiking for an hour, wading our way through the tall grass,
searching for a path he remembered from his own days stationed here on the
island. He'd always had excellent navigation skills and a good memory, and
I trusted him when he said our destination would be more than worth the
journey.

"You head out here often, back then?" I asked as I admired the swell of his
big, muscled ass in his shorts, the flex of his big calves. I knew he was
freeballing, that big, even more impressive cock of his hefty and heavy in
his shorts, weighing them down in front, showing off the top of his thick
bush. He grinned over his shoulder at me, tipping me a playful wink.

"Oh, me and a bud would come out here a time or three, when we could get
away," he said. "Me and a bud, or a couple of buds..."

The way he trailed off, the knowing smile he gave me, the images of him at
my age, heading out here with his Marine buds to play man games together in
the privacy of nature, sent my own big cock rock-hard in my jock. He saw
it, and winked again, nodding approvingly.

He was right, the walk was worth the wait, when we emerged from the grasses
to a small gorge, water running through it somewhere between a stream and a
river, wide banks on either side of it lined with inviting, soft-looking
moss. A little haze of cool mist hung in the air, feeling amazing on my own
bare chest, cooling the sweat streaming down it. It felt almost as amazing
as his big, strong forearms slipping around my waist from behind, as he
nuzzled the hot skin of my neck.

"What do you think, buddy?" he murmured in my ear, before kissing it. A
light shiver ran through me, even more as I felt the slow, steady rise of
his cock inside his shorts, against the mound of my ass. Thick, insistent,
the cock that had created me 20 years ago. Right here in Hawaii, if the
timing was to be believed, and there was a pleasing circularity to that. My
big young stud Dad, the hot Marine, shooting the cum that had created me
out here. The cum that he shot inside me now, had been doing since I was
17.

To answer him, I turned in his arms and kissed him, slow and deep, getting
sloppy as he grunted into my mouth, pressed our hot bulges together. I
pushed the straps of his pack off his big shoulders, reached down to heft
the weight of his heavy cock in my hand as we made out. His big hands found
the waistband of my shorts, undid the button, pushed them down, growling
approvingly again at the sight of my jock, packed with hard young Marine
cock, packed for him. When I'd slipped it on in his hotel room this
morning, he'd growled hungrily and pulled me back to bed, and I could still
feel the cum inside me that he'd put there. it had threatened to leak down
my inner thighs the entire walk, and that had just turned me on even more.

Dad guided me into the water, cool and refreshing and surprisingly deep,
with my strap still on. He, of course, was naked, and felt amazing pressed
against me as we made out like the lovers we'd been for three years now,
just as hot and heavy and sweet and intense as that first time, the summer
before I left home to join up.

"Always wished I could bring you out here, pup," he murmured against my
lips. "Have the kind of fun me and my buddies did, all the fucking and
sucking and everything. Wanted to have it all with you, out here, since you
were a kid, buddy."

"So glad you did, Daddy," I moaned as he pried my big, hard glutes apart,
ran his fingers up and down the insides of them. "So glad we can do it
now."

He sank to his knees on the rushing water, clamped his lips to the outline
of my hardon, kissing it, licking it, tasting my sweat and precum through
the strained, bulging pouch. His warm spit seeping through the
already-soaked mesh, flowing slowly over and down my head and shaft. Then
up to kiss me, sharing my sweaty, musky flavor with me in a flow of spit
and tongues that had me swooning, clutching at the big, hard bulge of his
biceps. I kissed my way down over the big, round thickness of his muscled
pecs, sucking slowly, deeply on each nip, kissing down through the dampness
of his happy trail, before taking the epic cock he'd made me with in my
fist, and lavishing the fat helmet head of it with my tongue. Staring up
worshipfully at him as I lapped up the shaft, then took the whole head in
my mouth and sucked him to the root, slow and easy.

"One day, maybe you'll retire, come out here, bring your own son, buddy,"
he moaned, deep and husky and intent. "Come to our special place... teach
him like I taught you."

I growled around his thickness, sucking him extra hard now, as excited by
that idea as he was. I guess I'd inherited his same pervy, lusty genes. And
I was glad as hell. I could do it, wanted to do it - get to work on some
girl, get her knocked up with my kid, raise him up the way Dad raised
me. Flirting with him as he got older, checking for signs he was flirting
back, was as interested in me as I was in him. Then bringing him close, for
the real bonding. Just like this stud of a man had done with me. I'd never
regretted a minute of it, and now that he was divorced and retired, we
could have so much more together.

"We gonna do that together, big guy?" I asked, spit and precum dripping
from my lips, flowing over my chin as I looked up at him. "You and me and
son makes three, huh Dad?"

"Oorah, son," he growled, pulling me up to kiss. "Fuck yeah, we're gonna do
that. Us Marines, you and me, making another one to share, a horny little
Devil Pup like you were, big guy. Raise him up the way I wanted to raise
you."

"God fuckin' damn," I moaned huskily. He always knew how to push my
buttons. I had the same buttons as he did, after all. Wouldn't trade any of
it for any damn thing. Could already picture in my mind, me and my Dad,
together, knocking up some fertile bitch, planting the seed of our son
inside her. Doing it together. Doing it right. Yeah, it was just a fantasy,
one I'd had since I was 16 or so, but damn, here in this spot, miles away
from anyone else, it felt possible. Felt like the future to me.

I sucked him hard, as well as I knew how, and I knew very well. I was
getting a good deal of practice out here with my buddies. Now I knew
someplace special to bring them, the real close ones, so we could all
practice some more. Who knows... maybe I wasn't the only deeply pervy
fucker with Dad ideas among my crew. Maybe I could get the ball rolling for
some other dads and sons. This felt like exactly the right place to make
some magic happen. I sucked dad until I felt his big balls pull up tight
against my chin, and he made me back off.

"Not yet, my hungry little pup," he growled, with a lusty grin. "I have a
lot of stories to tell you. Things to show you. Things you can show your
buddies down here too. Things you can tell and show your own son, one day."

It turned out, Dad was right. This was more than worth the wait, and yeah,
he absolutely had a lot more things to show and tell me, memories of his
own horny young Marine days out here in Hawaii, stories I definitely wanted
to pass down to my son - with any luck, with him beside us, naked and hard
and sharing the whole thing. That's what family is about, right? Oorah.