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Fathers nipples -Taking off his shirt (Part 1)The charismatic and attractive Lee Jacobs walked through the back door ofhis family’s upscale suburban home. It had been a bad business day; a realball buster. The older man was tired, yet ready to relax and see what hisson Steve was doing. He heard rock music coming from the den of the houseand knew Steve was around. He thought about mixing a stiff drink that hebadly needed, but instead decided to first greet his 20-year-old son. Heenjoyed his son and liked Steve knowing that his old man liked to see him,to be around him, and to talk to him.The father got ready to enter the den to speak when he realized his son’sattention was elsewhere. While the rock music was turned up and had ahard-driving beat, the television was showing a wrestling match. A large,hairy older wrestler was on top of a young, smooth and quite muscularopponent. Their bare chests were pasted together and they were rocking inbattle with legs entangled. The movement was too sexual not to have beenchoreographed. Lee then noticed that his son had one hand in his gymshorts playing with his dick, with the other under his shirt rubbing hischest.Lee stood and enjoyed the sight for a few seconds. The wrestlers were hotand tough; his son sensuous and cute. And then Steve saw his dad standingin the doorway and quickly got up from the couch to straighten his teeshirt and shorts and greet him.”Hey dad, how was your day?””Okay, hard, but okay, I guess,” Lee answered. And then wanting to see moreabout his son’s interest, he said, “those are two big, tough looking dudesthere wrestling. Big chests and arms.”Steve agreed, but changed the subject. He studied his father, recognizingthat his dad looked tired and stressed.”Can I get a drink for you, dad? Scotch or some spring water or both? “”You got it, make it both, my lad.” Lee smiled and placed the palm of hishand on his son’s shoulder. He thanked Steve and asked him to bring it tohim while he changed clothes.Steve watched his father walk toward the master suite of their spacioushouse. He admired his dad’s broad shoulders and fine bubbly butt. With hisfather standing a little over six feet, with sweeping black hair, slightlysunken eyes, a movie star face, and a strong jaw line to go with wideshoulders and a hot, beefy, hairy chest, there was quite a lot to admireand appreciate about his father’s physical presence. With an ulteriormotive, the son quickly went to the bar, took out his dad’s best Scotch,tossed in ice cubes, and mixed not a double, but a triple shot with a tadof spring water. Feeling a little horny and turned on from watching thehairy and muscular wrestlers for a long while, Steve rushed to take thedrink to his dad, hoping to catch his father in the middle of beingundressed.Seeing the door open to his parents’ bedroom, Steve approached with smallcharges of sexual flight tensing his loins. He hoped his father wasshirtless or perhaps had his pants off. Instead, surprising him was thesight of his dad stretched out on the bed fully clothed with arms and legsspread widely apart. He was so motionless that he appeared to be asleep,but his eyes were opened wide.”Dad? Are you okay?”Lee paused before answering, then leaned up slowly.”Yes, Steve, I’m fine. Just tired. Too many tough days. Your mother shouldbe here. But thanks for the drink and for helping me out around here.”The son took the opportunity to sit at the foot of the bed beside hisfather. Again, he looked at his dad with eyes of both love and lust. Leespotted the look. He had seen it many times. He then felt his son’s handson his big shoulders.”I can rub your back, there. Give you a little massage.”Lee shrugged his shoulders, patted his son’s upper leg with his hand, andsaid, “That feels nice right there. This drink is good, too,Steve. Thanks!”The son scooted closer to his father, felt the warmth of their bodiestogether there in his dad’s bedroom, and put both of his hands on his dad’sshirt-covered shoulders to vary the pace and concentrate on the squeezingand caressing of his dad’s back and shoulder parts.”You feel tight, real tense, dad,” Lee heard his son say. And then he felthis son’s hands begin an all-out massage.”I guess I am tense, Steve. Business is tough right now.””Then, at least let me help here some,” Steve insisted, his hands grippinghis father with less apprehension and more purpose. As a loving andresponsible father, Lee Jacobs like his son’s touch, and he appreciatedthis moment after a long day around generally unfriendly people.”You feel tense, dad, but you still feel mighty strong to me,” his sonsaid. The father smiled. He had to appreciate how much and how often hisson as a boy, teenager, and now young man had admired him. As he feltSteve’s hands loosening his shoulders and his fingers caressing his upperback, Lee’s mind flashed to the many times he had seen his son admire hisbody.When Steve was 10 or 11, Lee began to notice how little Steve alwaysgathered around to sit close to him when he had on a robe without a teeshirt under it. The boy seemed to do a lot of leaning forward to take apeek inside it to see Lee’s hairy chest. Lee also thought about when theywould go swimming in their pool together even after Steve became older andin his mid-teens. His son seemed to make it a point of swimming over to hisdad as his dad hung on the wall of the pool, floating upward, relaxing, andletting the sun shine upon his chest. Steve would seem to make upconversation while keeping his focus firmly fixed on his dad’s chest, bellyand bulge.Lee once asked Steve, “Son, what are you staring at?” Surprised by thequestion, Steve innocently admitted, “Just noticing your big hairy body,dad. How the water beads up on it or how it trickles over your tits andruns down into your belly button.”Lee also recalled while playing tennis with Steve whenever he would removehis shirt, his sweaty bare chest caused his son’s entire game to gosouth. Once or twice, Lee was losing a match, and he intentionally rippedoff his shirt to gain the advantage. He won each of those matches. Itseemed to the father that instead of focusing on the game, his son wasstaring at his chest, watching his every movement as he lifted his armsexposing his deep, hairy pits or stretched out showing his large chestmuscles. Many times, Lee had seen his son ogling his upper body. The boy’sfascination with his dad’s chest puzzled Lee, yet the successfulbusinessman was used to being admired in many ways.He also knew that too often Steve seemed to want to find a reason tointerrupt him when he was taking a shower. He recalled the couple of timeswhen his son, then 16 or 17, had caught him coming out of the shower andabout to put on his briefs, that Steve had lingered, causing Lee to turnhis back to his son for some privacy. Lee liked that his son admired him,many men and women often did, but it also concerned him. Until now. Untilthis moment. Until every thing seemed so right between them while the restof the world around him was going off its tracks.”Does this feel good, dad” Steve asked as he rubbed and caressed all partsof his dad’s wide back. Lee returned to the scene in hand. Steve’s massagefelt damn good; his son’s interest in him felt damn good as well. Lee againpatted his son, but wanting to break the scene between them, he answered,”It feels great, Stevie, but I am ready for you to fix me another Scotchand water. Another stiff one. Can you do that?”Steve was more than happy to help his dad. He patted his old man on histhickly muscled back and headed out to the bar. He wondered if his dadwould remove his shirt while he was out of the room. He hoped his dadwould be bare-chested and wanting to continue the massage when he returned.He thought about his mom and her extended trip to Europe. He did not missher. Especially as long as it provided him more time with his sexy andlovable father. He poured even more Scotch than before. He knew the drinkwould be overdone on the booze, but he wanted to relax his father, not passa bartending exam.To his disappointment, when he walked back into the bedroom, his dad satwhere he had left him. No clothes had been taken off or changed. Stevewondered what was going on with his father. He knew Lee had been worriedabout a couple of major clients not renewing their retainers with hisconstruction firm.Lee swigged the drink, held the glass up, smiled, and said, “Now Stevie, mylad, that is a stiff one. A mighty stiff one. As stiff as I like my whiteshirts, my dick, or my Scotch!” Steve’s balls churned when his father saidthe words “my dick.” Thoughts of his father’s cock stiffening and beingstiff flashed through his mind.The son again placed his hands on his dad’s shoulders and began a gentlerub. “Let me continue my rubdown, dad.””That is nice, Steve. This damn drink is nice, too,” his father said. Stevesmiled. He liked this time with his dad. “We need to spend some timetogether. Let’s go get something to eat tonight.”Steve rubbed firmly at his dad’s muscles. His dad released a low groan,but quickly lifted his glass to swallow several mouthfuls of the Scotch andwater. Lee knew his son’s hands felt as good as his wife’s, maybe betterbecause the lad was really into the rubdown whereas his wife felt obligatedand only committed to doing it well for short periods. He felt Steve’s barehands on the bare skin of his neck. The lad loosened the collar around hisdad’s neck and eased his fingers into the gap. Lee swirled his neck,letting Steve get at him just a little better. After a minute or two moreof the massage and his son’s handy work, Lee knew he needed to end it. Healso had quickly finished the second drink.”Steve, I may need another drink, and I need to change clothes to go out tothe restaurant. What say you give me a minute?” He felt Steve’s hands leavehis body. Steve meekly replied, “Dad, I can continue the rub down,especially if you get out of your shirt. I don’t need nothing to eat.” ButLee knew better. And he knew he did not need to remove his shirt to becaressed by his son. “No Steve, time to stop this. Let’s go.”As Steve got up from the bed, Lee spotted his son’s disappointment. Nodoubt, Steve thought his dad was rejecting the massage. And rejecting him.Not wanting Steve to think that, Lee stood, grabbed his son’s arm andturned the young man toward him. Lee Jacobs embraced the young man andhugged him tight as they locked eyes. He could feel sinop escort their shirt-coveredchests touching. A wave of emotions and feelings of love washed overhim. The timing seemed so right.”I liked what you were doing, Stevie,” Lee told his boy, “And the cocktailshit the spot. I just need something to eat now. That’s all.”A hundred thoughts flashed through Lee Jacobs’ mind. Here he was a53-year-old man, but at one of the biggest crossroads of his life. Hiswife had gone to Europe with friends for three weeks, but had now stayedtwo months without his blessings. He had built a successful company, yet itwas experiencing an economic downturn. Some of his best workers weregrumbling. He was horny and moody, and one of his secretaries kept puttingthe make on him, yet being an upstanding leader in the community he did notwant to risk his reputation for a fling. He was drinking too much at thistime even feeling the shots of Scotch he had just consumed.”And I guess I just need to feel close to someone, especially you, dad,”Steve admitted as their embrace continued and the two men squeezed eachother tighter. The moment was special for both father and son. “This feelsgood, Stevie. I’m glad we have time together,” the father whispered.Most of all, Lee Jacobs was glad his son obviously wanted to be close tohim. His son needed him even if his wife or his daughter, who livedout-of-state, did not. Steve wanted to be around him even if those in hisbusiness only needed him for a paycheck. He wanted his son to feel loved,wanted, and a part of his life.As a caring father and responsible man, Lee thought about how he had justreturned from work to find his 20-year-old son lying on the couch in gymshorts, a wife beater’s shirt, and barefoot, with one hand caressing hisright pec and the other rubbing his dick. He knew his son neededcompanionship. Lee had asked his son to mix him a Scotch and water whilehe changed clothes. That was almost 45 minutes ago, and while Lee hadmoved to his bedroom to change clothes, the father had been unable to gethis thoughts off his problem to get into something more comfortable.Meanwhile, his son desperately wanted to keep the interaction going. Stevedid not want to go out to eat. He wanted to stay in the comfort of hisfather’s bedroom, to keep talking to his dad, to keep his dad drinking andrelaxing, and to keep touching him. He knew he should not be so motivated,but he was lonely and his loins itched, especially as he studied thephysicality of his father.Lee Jacobs stood an inch over six feet tall. He was nicely tanned, withsalt-and-pepper hair, broad shouldered, and had sunken dark eyes and aninviting face and smile. He was hotly handsome in a sexy movie star kind ofway. He turned heads of woman and men alike. Many friends told him that hereminded them of classic movie stars. Men and women who met him most oftenmentioned film stars of yesteryear like the suave George Montgomery or theruggedly handsome William Holden. Above all, when he was younger he reallyresembled Holden and the role Holden playing in the old movie, Picnic. WhenLee Jacobs wore only a bathing suit, he was always one of the hottest menwith others ogling his muscular hairy chest, bulbous pecs, and cute bubblebutt.Lee felt his son hugging him in such a lovable fashion. He felt Steve’shand again caressing his back and moving to his lower back. They lockedeyes. He knew he again needed to break the embrace, yet it felt so good, soright. Furthermore, the liquor had relaxed him. When Steve began to nudgehis face into Lee’s neck, the man knew he had to break the moment. But hedid not know if that is really what he wanted.Yet, Steve wondered if he had gone too far and knew he was hugging hisfather too tightly. He slowly ended their embrace, looked at his dad,smiled and said, “That was nice, dad, real nice. What about if I go makeyou another drink? Maybe I am ready for one now.”Lee relented. He wanted to be agreeable. He nodded yes and joked with hisson about getting intoxicated. Steve smiled and for the third time in lessthan an hour headed to the family bar. Lee stood in his bedroom and wasabout to undo the top button of his shirt when a thought occurred tohim. He trembled at the thought. And regardless if the booze was doing histhinking or if his son would be surprised, he made a decision. He again didnot remove his shirt, but instead anxiously waited for his son, his helper,and his admirer to come back with their drinks in hand. The handsome fatherdecided they could spend a little more time together, to get ready to goout, and above all to enjoy a special moment.Disappointment swept Steve’s entire body and core when he returned again tothe bedroom holding both classes of liquor and his father remained in hisdress shirt. He could not understand why his father refused to get morecomfortable. It puzzled him. And then, as he passed his manly and studlyfather the third cocktail, the son got one of the biggest surprises of hislife.Lee Jacobs spoke, “Thanks Stevie for the drink. You know, I waited for youto get back. That massage felt so darn good. So, I was thinking, maybe Icould get you to help me unbutton this dang shirt and let me get out ofit?”Steve stopped in his tracks. He was about to ask his father what he hadsaid, but he knew what his father had said. He had often wanted to hearthose words from his dad.”Oh wow, dad,” Steve exclaimed before realizing that maybe he had expressedtoo much enthusiasm. He then modified his reply, “Sure dad. No problem. Ican do that.”Realizing his son was stumbling for a recovery, Lee decided to take theupper hand. To help out the boy. “Yep Stevie, we need to spend some goodtime together. I need help like this from you. Just untuck my shirttailsfrom my pants, and then begin to open the buttons from top to bottom. Easyas one, two, three.”Steve smiled. He aimlessly mumbled, “I know, dad. I’ve just neverunbuttoned your shirt, well, at least not since I was just a little tike.”Lee smiled. He again placed his hand on Steve’s shoulder. Their eyes lockedyet again. He wanted to hug his son. He had seldom felt such love. LeeJacobs wondered for the first time just what level of intimacy he might beable to enjoy with his own k**.Steve moved closer, grabbed his dad’s shirt near his waistline where it raninside his pants, and began to edge it out. It did not take long. As soonas the shirt was untucked, Steve observed that just the one act made hisdad look more relaxed, more casual, and more comfortable.”Go on, Steve. Now the buttons,” Lee said inviting his son to continue. Thefather held his arms out wide away from his body. As the father in chargehe knew he had to be confident because he wanted his son to enjoy helpinghim like this.”I am a little awkward, dad; a little shy,” Steve admitted before slowlymoving his fingers to the shirt button below the neckline button that hisdad had loosened when removing his tie earlier.”No need to be shy, Stevie. We’re both just guys. Nothing but a hairy chestunder this shirt; nothing to scare you, boy.”Steve’s nervously began to work on the first button. It unhooked. Hisfingers opened his dad’s shirt. Beautiful chest hair appeared. Steveswallowed and parted the shirt to get a better view. His father smiled andwhispered, “Go ahead, do the rest.”The son’s fingers unhooked the next button and let his hands spread theshirt to reveal even more of his dad’s sexy skin and hairy chest. He felthis cock begin to throb; it turned him on beyond compare to be this closeto his dad and to know his father wanted him to help get his shirt off.Lee could feel the sexual tension emitting from his son’s body. To calmSteve and make him confident he whispered, “that’s nice, Steve, I amfeeling better already.” And then, Steve unsnapped the next to last buttonof his father’s shirt and moved his hands up to spread the shirt. Thelarge brown pecs, high curves, and sexy vista of a well-built man wereevident.Letting his eyes bathe over the middle portion of his dad’s manly torso,Steve could barely comprehend the moment. With just an open slit down theentire front of the shirt, the son could again recall how much he desiredthe sight of his manly father and how much of a hunk his dad always hadbeen. He thought his dad seemed to get better with age. He remembered thetimes swimming with his dad and how he always wanted to be close to him inthe water to admire his broad shoulders, his beefy pecs, his flat belly,his trim waistline, and even his father’s seductive nipples.As the young man got ready to unbutton the last button of his dad’s shirt,he briefly recalled the night just a few years back when a couple offriends were spending the night. They got too loud in his bedroom, and hisdad stormed in to quiet them and get them to shut up. His dad was angry, nodoubt from being interrupted in his own time with Steve’s mom as thenoticeable bulge in his briefs so indicated. But what the other two friendscommented on was not hat his dad had yelled at them, but how strong andhandsome his father looked bare chested. Steve recalled his friend Walterexclaiming, “Damn, seeing Mr. Jacobs without a shirt on, he’s too dang hotto be an old guy;” and the other friend Lenny remarked, “What a muscular,hairy chest. My dad’s pretty tough, but Mr. Jacobs has it all. He’s great,Steve.”As Steve worked at the buttons of his shirt, Lee Jacobs had cast his eyesdownward to observe his son taking in every inch of his revealed chest. Hecould tell the actions excited his son. He felt excited himself justknowing he had allowed Steve to enjoy something with him. He wanted hisson to feel encouraged. Lee urged, “Go ahead, Steve; Let’s see if you thinkyour old man is a stud. If I still have it like when you were a k**.”Steve’s fingers began to work the bottom button on his dad’s shirt. Hewanted to reach up and run his hands inside it, but he had no idea what hisdad would and wouldn’t allow or might enjoy. Instead, he studied the silkyfur spring out from his dad’s upper body while the last button parted andhis father’s entire shirt was open from throat to belly button. Steve tookin his dad’s navel; it was deep, inviting and sexy. He stopped and askedhis dad, “Can I take it off you?”Lee released a slow, tight smiled. He winked at his son, patted him on theshoulder and whispered, “Please, my son, please, Stevie. Strip me. Get thisdamn, starched sivas escort shirt off me.”Steve leaned up, grabbed the shirt at his dad’s shoulder and peeled itbackward. Electric charges raced up and down his body, as he revealed moreand more of his father’s gorgeous torso. His dad’s upper body was nicelytanned, with enough hair to be manly and attractive, but not so much as tobe too furry or to hide the curvatures of his fantastic muscles. He noticedthat his dad’s belly was still hard and flat, although he did not have adefined six-pack. He also studied the protuberant roundness and melon sizeof his father’s chest muscles, and then he parted the shirt enough to seehis father’s luscious, deep brown, and perfect left nipple.Lee could see a tidal wave of excitement overtaking his son. The youngman’s facial expression of euphoria pleased the father. Lee then felt hisson begin lifting the shirt from around his waist, his chest and then hisshoulders. Steve’s candor surprised him.”Damn dad, damn! I just don’t know any older guy who has a chest as hot asyours. Damn!””You’ve always liked it haven’t you, Stevie? Even when you were but alad?””You’ve known dad,” Steve asked as he pealed the fabric away from his dadto toss it on the nearby bed. He turned to admire the man from whose bodyhe had been made. Steve watched his dad finished the last drop of hiscocktail. The son added, “I want to look like you, dad. And to admire ahairy chest of my own in the mirror.”Lee smiled. “It’ll happen, Stevie, We have the same genes. I was prettysmooth at your age.”As Steve looked closely, his father’s sexy and hot torso becameoverwhelming after he removed the shirt. Steve was sent toward anorgasm. He considered his father’s bare upper body sexier and hotter thanthat of movie star Sean Connery. The lining of fairly thick, dark curlychest hair started a couple of inches below his dad’s neck to fan out overthe large, muscular mounds of his pecs. Around his dad’s bulging hardbreasts, the silky hair was dusty and sexy, but not so thick. It wasthickest right in the middle of his dad’s chest, with a sexy treasure trailof hair that ran to his belly button. It narrowed over his diaphragm onlyto spread luxuriously again over his abs and around his navel and finallytapering again as it disappeared beneath the waistband of the pants heunfortunately had on to cover his privates.The son then noticed the real treasures, the gems of his father’s chest,yes, his distinguished father’s succulent mannips. They werebeautiful. Beyond compare. Nicely round and a pretty crispy brown incolor. They were large, but not so large as to look odd. The deliciousalmost half-dollar sized areolas and thick, pointed tits capped hisfather’s pecs in a perfect position. The meaty tips of the nipples stuckout noticeably. Steve had often studied them as an impression under hisfather’s shirts. Steve lusted for them. He could not take his eyes fromthem. Steve noticed that the thinner coverage of hair on his dad’s breastsallowed his father’s beautiful nipples to stick out as though offeringthemselves to the viewer rather than being hidden by the surrounding hair.He again desired to reach up and run his hands through the inviting hair onhis father’s chest and to cup his tits in both hands. Steve thought aboutwhat it would feel like to have his dad’s pecs in his hands and to rub thepalms of his hands back and forth over his father’s substantial nipples. Hedesperately wanted to caress the tit point until it grew hard, erect andneedy. He wondered if his dad would moan. Maybe he would lightly pinch bothtits at once to release a groan from deep within his dad’s sexual being.The son realized that his father was ending a tough day, had consumed a lotof liquor in a short time, and now stood before him bare chested. Lee hadallowed his son to strip him of his shirt in some kind show of trust intheir relationship and mutual vulnerability. He had now asked Steve aboutthe boy having admired his body, and Steve had exclaimed to his dad howimpressed he was with his physique and manly torso. Both father and soncould feel the love, yet the tenseness surrounding them at that moment wasthick.Lee brought his hands up to rub his chest, raking his fingers through hischest hair and also covering himself to some degree from Steve’s obviousclose observation of his chest.He broke the silence between them, “Guess I look more like the hairywrestler you were looking at earlier and you are the younger one, hey?” Hechuckled trying to break the strangeness of the sexual tension between himand his son.”You look a lot better than that dude, dad. A lot better.” Lee smiledagain. Without thinking about it, the father continued to stroke his hairychest, stopping to feel his erect nipples with his fingertips. The actionwas not lost on Steve. “I’d get a lot more interest from the gals lookinglike you than not,” Steve added.”You’ll have hair all over your chest before you know it, Steve. Most ofmine came in when I got to be about 25 or so; not as early as my teenyears.””I think it’s more than just the hairy chest, dad. It’s the totalpackage. You’ve got charisma, charm, the great facial structure even thesexy, sharp jaw line,” Steve began to list the attributes, but his fatherstopped him.”I have my faults, too, son. Plus, your mother and her family are veryattractive, nice looking folk,” but it was Steve’s time to interrupt hisdad. “And mom isn’t it here; prefers to travel elsewhere than to be withus, but you are here…and standing before me shirtless and warm and kind,”Steve edged closer to his dad.”Steve, son,” Lee wanted to end the line of discussion. “You were going togive me a little massage. Let’s not forget. About five minutes of relaxingmy old, stiff back and then I’ll get a quick shower, and we are going forsomething to eat.”Standing to the side of his dad, Steve took a step to get behind hisfather. He admired the expanse of his father’s tanned, unblemished back. Heswept his hands onto his father’s hot skin and moved them to his shoulders.”Lie down on the bed, dad. I can get at you better that way.” Leehesitated. Then, he knew Steve was right, and he wanted to act comfortableand be comfortable. He got ready to lie on the bed when Steve stopped him,”ah dad, take a minute and lose the dress slacks.” The instruction madeLee pause in place. He did not want to remove his pants and only have onthe briefs underneath. For some unknown reason that made him feel toovulnerable.”Tell ya what, Steve. Wait right here; I’ll be right back.” Steve watchedas his father stepped into the bathroom connected to the master suite andclosed the door. Within a minute, his dad emerged with a long towel wrappedaround his mid-section. His father’s actions disappointed Steve; he wantedto massage his dad while enjoying the sight of him in just his briefs,nonetheless, his tanned, hairy and muscular dad looked damn good with thetowel wrapped around his shirtless body.Lee lay down on the bed, stretched his arms above his head, and offered hisbroad back to his son. Steve began caressing, rubbing and massaging firstthe muscled shoulders and then the rest of his dad, letting his fingersflirt with the edge of the towel and the upper portion of his father’s ass.The son looked over his dad’s back side and arms. Steve notice that on hisdad’s arms, the soft, silky hairs started just below the elbow and coveredhis forearms down to the wrist then continued along the outside edge of theback of his hands with little tufts on the first section of his long,thick, beautiful fingers. His back was completely hairless except at thesmall of his back where that beautiful hair reappeared before againdisappearing beneath the waistband, making its way downward.Lee could not deny that his son knew something about giving a massage. Theyoung man’s hands felt strong, yet tender as they worked the tired musclesof his back. He knew his son also concentrated the massage along hisshoulders and neck to release his mental tension, but also along hisbackbone to stimulate his spine and nervous system. He felt Steve’sfingers working under the towel and thought about telling his son to not goso low or to leave his butt alone, but instead he groaned a little to lethis son know it all felt mighty good.Steve loved his dad’s back and the sinewy nature of its offerings. Hisdad’s skin felt marvelous to his touch. He used his fingers to get to knowevery square inch of it. When his middle fingers caressed and rubbed thevery center of his father’s backbone, the son was thrilled when he heardhis father moan a little and then release a defined groan. When hisfingers worked under the towel and rubbed his dad’s ass a little, it waseven more thrilling when his father moaned deeper. Steve felt his ownstimulation. He was unable to prevent the moment from causing his cock tostir as he sat atop his dad and worked him.The father and son exchanged a few meaningless comments before Steve felthis dad totally relaxing under the comfort of his soothing hands andmassaging fingers. When Steve let his fingers roam below the towel andinto the waistband of his dad’s Calvin Klein briefs and beyond, itsurprised him that Lee did not move or protest. When Steve has able to lethis full palm cover the padding of his father’s left buttocks and was ablelet it linger under his briefs, it occurred to him that his dad had fallenasleep. The relaxing feel of the son’s massage combined with the cocktailshad led Lee Jacobs, father, business executive and middle age hunk, into afast nap.Taking advantage of the opportunity before him, Steve got up from the bed,went to his bedroom, got his massaging oil, heated it under hot water, andreturned to his father’s slumbering body. He edged the towel away from hisdad. Without losing a moment, he poured a copious amount of the warm liquidinto his hands and then began a sensuous massage of his dad’s back. Heconcentrated on the lower back around the k**ney area. Not being able towait any longer, the son pulled his dad’s briefs back from his ass andrubbed the oil into his sexy rump.Steve felt his cock hardening just from the mere sight and touch of hisdad’s hot looking ass. He fingered the buttocks and paid close attention tothe crack. He kneaded the round buttocks delighting in the pleasant feelof his father’s buns in his hands. He forced his hands higher to keep themassage feeling urfa escort going to his dad’s lower back, but his focus remained onhis father’s tight butt. His hands edged to the cleft of his dad’s analcrack when all of a sudden Lee Jacobs lifted his head, adjusted his body,and then quickly flipped over as to protect himself.He looked sleepy, tired and relaxed, but nonetheless surprised that he feltSteve working his butt muscles. His son’s massage, the multiple cocktails,and the long day at work had allowed him to fall asleep for a fewminutes. He looked down to see his briefs surrounding his fronts, but couldtell they had been lowered in the back.Lee Jacobs quickly jumped from the bed and said, “Sorry Steve, I should nothave fallen asleep there. Let me get a quick shower, and then let’s goeat.” Steve still did not want to go eat or see his dad cover his body witha shirt. Most of all, he was disappointed his dad had not slept longer; hewanted to massage his hairy, muscular legs. The thought of feeling hisdad’s beefy calves and thighs under his hands sent chills racing over him.”What about five more minutes of a rub down, dad. I could do your frontside.” Lee looked at Steve, Steve returned the stare. Their eyes locked.Steve swallowed tasting the remains of his drink. He hoped his dad wouldlet him massage his fronts.Lee shook his head and grabbed the towel to again wrap it around his underbody and over his briefs. “Enough is enough here. Thanks. Good work, butI’ll pass on that,” Lee had to tell his son. The thought of Steve rubbinghis chest, belly and other parts thrilled him, but he just could notconsider that the right thing to have his adult son do to him.”Damn dad, I don’t see what the rush is here,” Steve protested, surprisingLee. “You were way relaxed. I know you were enjoying my rubdown. Andneeded it.””Sorry Steve. Don’t mean to hurt your feelings or disappoint you, and I doappreciate the offer, son, but I am a hungry man,” Lee explained. And thenknowing he needed to draw lines for Steve, he added, “Son, you know and Iknow that there is only certain ways we need to be touching eachother. Anything more is out of place.”But Steve had felt sexually stimulated while caressing his father andseeing his father relax under his touch. The c***d in him raced ahead ofhis better thinking. He retorted, “Damn dad, out of place? What could beout of place? We are both adults. We are here alone. We are father and sonand son and father!””Steve, Steve, get a grip,” Lee said. “Now, I am heading into the bathroomand taking a shower. I suggest you get dress, too.”Knowing he could not change his father’s mind and feeling a great urge todrain his bladder, Steve relented. “Mind if I step into your bathroom andtake a leak first?”Lee waved his hand as though ushering Steve to the john. “Go right ahead,my man. Can’t wait to make it to your own?””When a man’s gotta go; a man’s gotta go,” Steve said as be walked past hisfather to head into the bathroom.As Steve began to piss, Lee quickly reached between the cuff of the towelto straighten his cock in his briefs, and then looked at himself in thebathroom mirror. He was proud to be so damn fit at his age; happy to stillbe turning heads and drawing interest; and proud that his son admired himas a physical being. He again ran one of his hands through his chest hair,fluffing it out.Hearing his son whizzing loudly, Lee thought he would break some of thetension. “You piss harder than I do,” he said, standing at the bathroom’sdoorway. “Your mother always bitches at me for making too much noise.””Mother bitches too much,” Steve replied. He glanced back to observe myfather’s loving expression. The softness and tenderness of his expressiondominated his face. Steve’s eyes again lingered along the curves of hisdad’s chest. The splendor of his dad’s pectoral muscles, the sexy deepcurves, the unblemished skin all reminded him that his father was a fuckin’hunk by anyone’s standards, especially being so damn attractive at50-something years old. He was glad to see his father move into thebathroom with him.In almost coordinated timing, as Steve stopped his pissing and began totuck in his cock, Lee removed the towel from around his waist to hang in ona nearby rod. Seeing the action in the bathroom mirror, Steve turned tonotice that while his father was not erect, his bulge was hefty.”She has always bitched at you too much for my liking,” Steve added.”Just her nature, my boy. Just your mother’s ways, always has been,” Leesaid.Steve wanted to reach out and grab his father’s mound. To discover himthroughhis briefs. To feel the fine slice of meat that had catapulted me into hismomma’s womb. But instead, he could only manage a silent, loving stare athis dad.”Well, she has nothing to bitch about; you make it so easy for her, dad,”Steve said, adjusting his dick and pants as he looked at his father.”Thanks again, Steve,” dad said. “And I appreciate you so much!”The magnetism between the father and son was unbelievable. Steve realizedthat his father was about to step into the shower, and he also knew that heshould be excusing himself from the small room. Instead, as he tarried, hisdad moved closer to him. And once again their eyes locked almost as thoughthey both understood the moment and mutual attraction. Lee did not knowwhat was overcoming him, maybe the booze, maybe his relaxed feeling afterSteve’s massage, or maybe just the love of a father, but he reached out,grabbed Steve by the shoulder and pulled his son toward him. The fatherpressed his hairy, half-naked body into that of his son’s.”And I do so much appreciate you, Steve. I’d do most anything, yes, mostanything for you.” And the father then tugged the son to him and embracedhim with a loving hug. The hug allowed Steve to feel the mound of his dad’sprivates brushing against the lump in his gym shorts. Lee settled his chinon his son’s shoulder, with his stack striking the crease of his son’s leg.When their faces turned into each other and again their eyes finding eachother, both men could sense the mutual desire. Lee knew their sexualemotions were dangerous; Steve relished in the moment and circumstance. Theson wished he could have removed his own shirt to feel the sexiness of hisdad’s hairy chest pressed against his bare skin and to feel their pecshugging together. He noticed that his father’s eyes looked heavy withlust; his tongue licked his lower lip in anticipation. Steve knew it was amoment of opportunity. And in the most important transformation of a secondin the young man’s life, the lust overtook Lee, and Steve enticed hisfather’s lips to move into his own.They kissed. Their lips locked, and the kiss went long and hard. It was themost wonderful moment of Steve’s young life. Lee intended the kiss to be aquick peck on the chin, yet their mouths and bodies collided. Steve hadmoved his lips to make the kiss happen, but his father did not avoid it,instead wanting to be a part. The intimacy was intense and tight. Theirvirgin kiss startled both of them, not that it was occurring, but that itfelt so good, so natural, and so damn heat-driven and exciting.When Lee opened his mouth to receive his son’s probing tongue, Stevethought his cock was going to fire off from its pubic pad. And when Lee’spenetrating tongue wormed into his mouth that first time, it caused a deepmoan from within the son. Steve’s cock seeped its early fluids; his dicknotched up a couple of beats.Lee felt his son’s hands sliding up and down the sides of his fatherly bodybeforespreading across his back to then pull him even closer. Just touching hisfather’s bare body sent sparks flashing throughout Steve’s privates. Hisballs were on fire; his cock pulsating.Willing… thrilling… chilling… yet, warm and masculine. Steve verymuch wanted to be naked, but regardless he knew he would remember thatmoment, position and location forever.After a long while, the two men broke their kiss to suck in air, but kissedagain almostimmediately. Hard and deep. Tongues dancing together as each screwed intotheother’s mouth. The son’s fingers worked themselves to the elastic webbingof his father’sbriefs. Steve stretched it out, allowing his soft hands to roam inside tohis dad’s barebuttocks. His daddy’s buns were slick and smooth, a delightful contrast tohis hairyupper body. Steve had liked them during the brief massage, but now theyfelt even sexier almost as though they were being offered to him.Steve shifted his stance, allowing his throbbing boner to press outwardinto his dad’s lower body, striking Lee above the pubes and below his bellybutton. Steve leaned intohis dad again, kissed his lips and whispered, “I’m dying to see you naked,dad… so hot and hard.””Oh Stevie, oh son,” his dad moaned. Lee felt his son’s fingers flirtingwith the elastic at the back of his briefs, stretching it, letting him knowjust how easy it would be to take the coverings away from his paternalcockstand. Lee saw Steve looking at him with tremendous love and desire.The son whispered again, “Please dad, can I take these off you? Please?”Lee Jacobs looked down at his fatherly body. He could feel his cockheadbubbling, leaking its greasy spit from the corona. He studied his son andthen swallowed again. He shook his head and broke their embrace.”No, son. I need to be real sure of things.””Oh dad, please,” Lee heard his boy protest, as Steve placed palms on hisbuttocks.”No, Stevie. You need to move, and I need to shower,” he replied.His fatherly look told Steve that he was not going to change his mind, yetthe son pleaded, “Then, let me strip you just to get in the shower.””No!” Lee replied. They stared at each other. Lee hated telling his son noor rejecting his son’s desires. As though he needed to apologize, headded, “I’m sorry, son. At least, not here, not now.”Lee pulled his son’s hands away from his ass, and then waved his hand asthough the young man should leave the room. He turned his back to Steve,stepped into the shower and closed the curtain, no doubt, to strip theshorts from around his hearty loins. Steve tarried in the bathroom untilhis father parted the curtain with his arm to drop his briefs on thefloor. Again, he motioned with his hand for his son to leave. Lee neededboth time and space. He had felt his loins heating up too much from themassage, the hugs and especially the long kiss with his son. They had beenso close.The image of his dad’s tight ass cheeks in the shower echoed throughout theson’s mind.Steve saw flash images of his father’s nicely shaped ass, his broad back,his sexy chest, and his perfect nipples. He shivered as he walked towardhis own room, thinking of his father in the shower alone. And now fullynaked.

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