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Subject: The Conversation Here’s a story taken from my Tumblr, at a4f101.tumblr/storytime. You can find this one, and the pic that inspired it, blr/post/111515042519/ This story is purely a work of adult erotic fantasy, copyright me 2016. I own it and all legal rights to it. If you’re under the age of majority in your jursdiction, please come back when you’re of legal age. Nifty is an incredible free service that depends on your donations to survive. It changed my life, and maybe it’s changed yours too. Please help them to keep providing all the awesome porn they fty/donate.html ***** “Fuck, you look good, bud,” I said, watching him wade out of the calm, warm water towards me. He gave me a big, pleased grin as he ruffled the water out of his short, thick dark hair. “Yeah?” he said, looking over his shoulder to check that the two women were out of earshot. “So do you, big guy, so do you.” We grinned at each other, openly checking each other out now, as he waded closer. He reached out and took my beer, taking a long, slow pull on it, his lips encasing the tip like he was sucking on the head of my cock. With a sly wink, he ran tongue around the rim of it, then handed it back, nodding slightly as he watched me do the same thing. His gaziantep escort spit was slick on the lip of it, and I watched his big young cock jump in his wet shorts. “Fuck I love that, man,” he said in his low, sexy, quiet voice. The one we used between us when we got together the way we liked best, all hot, close, intimate. “You remember the fun we had with a few beers at the lake over spring?” I asked with a big grin. His eyes widened, remembering the incredibly hot three-day weekend we’d spent up there. How I’d teased the tip of my beer bottle, all slick with my spit, still half full of frosty suds, against the tight, lightly furred rim of his hole. The way he’d moaned when I’d upended the bottle, poured the cold suds up inside his big jock ass. It had been one of those super-kinky, spur-of-the-moment ideas I’d had, and he’d readily agreed to it, the big kinky young stud that he was when he was with me. The taste of that beer as I’d slurped it out of him, then passed it back and forth from my mouth to his. Very refreshing indeed. “Tell me what you like best about my body, big guy,” he said huskily, his big dick very obviously hard in those clinging wet shorts of his. Good thing his back was to the women, or else suriyeli escort we’d have been busted. I folded my arms across my big tanned chest, looking him over assessingly as he subtly flexed up for me. Knew how much I liked looking at him like this, just two men admiring each other like only men can. “Well,” I began, “for starters, your arms have got real big. Nice and thick and pumped. Then, there’s your pecs. I know how good they feel when I squeeze `em, bud.” As I talked, he flexed each part up for me, all pumped up, in his young jock prime. Perfect. Beautiful. This was another part of our game, had been since he was 15, 16. “Now, your abs,” I went on, my own big dick bulging in my shorts, but better camouflaged by the darker, drier fabric. “They look like six big stones, kid. Pointing down towards what you got in those shorts, which you know I love too.” “Fuck yeahhhh,” he murmured, his cock giving a visible jump in his shorts. “Your thighs are looking super big too, nice thick quads, can tell you’ve been killing it with your squats, buddy. Which leads me to my favorite part of you, stud.” “Yeah, Dad?” he said huskily, eagerly, even though he knew just what I’d say. He reached down and rus escort groped his big log of a cock, and I knew he’d already be leaking into his shorts. The thought made my mouth water. I looked over his shoulder, making sure we were still out of earshot. “Your ass, son,” I growled, eyes locked on his. “Don’t even need to see it to know. Those two big, powerful muscles, all high, tight and powerful. A real mans ass, big guy. Big, round and firm for your Dad to explore, right?” “Jesus, so fuckin’ right, Dad,” he moaned. “Built ’em up nice and big and thick just for you, stud.” “Attaboy,” I said with a proud grin, reaching out to squeeze his big warm shoulder, making him moan again. “And tomorrow, when the girls are having their spa day… you and me are gonna have one of our boys’ days, big guy.” “Oh fuck yes,” he hissed, eyes hazy with his lust for me, for our taboo bond. I leaned in closer to murmur deeply into his ear. “I want you to think of that when you fuck your girl tonight, kid… you and me, dad and son, getting real deep together. Want you thinking of how your Dad’s gonna make you come, when you come in her.” His mouth hung open, panting with lust, and I know we both were dying to kiss each other, hard and wet, like we loved. But we had to restrain ourselves. My wife and his girlfriend were just over there in the water, after all. Yeah, it was a big risk, combining our special kind of family time together with a family vacation like this, but it was worth it. Fuck, was it worth it.
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