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Subject: Something Borrowed Here’s a story taken from my Tumblr, at a4f101.tumblr/storytime. You can find this one, and the pic that inspired it, here: http://a4f101.tumblr/post/122747878547/ You can also find a whole lot more of my stories here on Nifty – look for ‘a4f101’ in the Prolific Authors listing. 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 jurisdiction, 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 this awesome resource for all of fty/donate.html I love hearing from you guys. hoo. Enjoy. ***** The quiet click of my door closing woke me up from a deep, late sleep. I sat up in bed, a little startled at first, then smiled when I saw him there, big and handsome and grinning, dressed for the gym. I was already halfway hard with a sleep boner, and it throbbed and thrummed even more erect at the sight of him, his big smile, the way his eyes roved over the bare muscles of my chest over the sheets. Then I got that nervous little gut-clench. “Wait… where is everybody?” I stage-whispered. “All gone for the day, kid,” he grinned. I smiled again, then flipped back the bedsheet, showing him the big, hard tent I was making in my boxer briefs. That got a hungry growl from him, his eyes locking in on it as he peeled his T-shirt off, revealing that big, muscled, beautifully furred chest of his. Still the ghost of a six-pack, that natural athlete’s build he still held onto from his playing days 20 years ago, kept trim and in shape in the gym now. Kept that way for me now, he’d told me one evening, as I groped it all over with my eager hands, mauling his big pecs with my hungry lips and tongue. I’d loved hearing that, and showed him just how much with a deep, eager, lusty fuck, avidly feeling his hot, furry manly body up as he plowed my ass energetically. I knew I was going to look a lot like him at that age, and much as I loved my own tight, steadily thickening muscles, the creamy semi-smoothness of my college-boy skin stretched tight over my frame, I was looking forward to becoming a man just like him. Dad grinned at me, groping himself, that big potent bulge in his gym shorts, as gaziantep escort he eye-fucked my entire body, splayed out on my bed just for his approval. Then back up to my face, grinning with a secret on his lips, eyes twinkling. “OK, what is it?” I laughed, groping my big, almost-not-a-teen hardon through my undies. “Well…” he said, “I wanted to go work out this morning, but I was all out of fresh underwear…” As he spoke, he was toying with the waistband of his gym shorts. Toying with me. Talking about gear and stuff was another new facet to our kinky, secret bond. We were learning more about each other like this every day. “And then, I saw a pile of your laundry, kid,” he went on, his grin widening. “And what did I find on top, but your nice, clean, freshly-washed…” He’d been inching the shorts lower on his hips, showing off more of that thick, sexy fur pattern on his muscled stomach, teasing the shit out of me. If I’d been sitting on a seat, I’d be on the edge of it by now. Then, with a flourish, he quickly shoved his shorts down, and I let out a grunt-gasp of lusty surprise. Dad was sporting one of my jocks, actually my favorite, the white Bike that I’d loved for a few years now, since I got it back in high school. Since he’d gotten it for me. It was well-washed, soft, a snug fit, but in a good way, and not to brag or anything, but the selfies I took in it in my dorm room really showcased the shape of my muscled ass, the strength of my baseball player thighs, and the bigness of my young man’s cock. The selfies I sent to Dad, getting equally sexy pics back of his overstuffed briefs, or boxers wet through with precum from the engorged cock straining inside of them, and always the big, shiny wetness of his hardons. The things I did to him. The things that jock did to him especially, particularly on me. Seeing my favorite jock on my Dad, encasing a steadily thickening cock, thickening for me, sent a jolt through my loins, all the way up to the tip of my big young cock, which commenced leaking slowly into my grey boxer briefs. He saw it, saw the hungry lust in my eyes, and grinned, nodded encouragingly. He looked fucking amazing, even though it was easily a size too small for him. That made it look even better on his big, sexy ex-jock ass. “Fuck yeah, buddy,” he growled huskily. “Worked out for nearly two hours, wearing my big boy’s suriyeli escort jock. The jock I got for you. Boned me up when I gave it to you, buddy. Boned me up even more wearing it… sweating in it… leaking in it…” He was showing it off for me as he talked, turning around real slow, the straps cutting into the sides of big, muscled rounds of his hairy ass, framing them perfectly, his cock straining to escape the confines of the pouch. How many loads of cum had I shot in that pouch, thinking of him? Showing off for him on Skype? And now, he was slowly inching the waistband down as he kept up his lusty, low talk. Making me grope and clutch at my own big young bulge as I listened, slowly burning up with need for him. Lust for my big, hunky father. “Got so hot, thinking about you while I was on the treadmill… how your ass tasted that first time… you and me in your dorm room on move-in weekend, son… I got this huge fuckin’ hardon for you. For us.” “Ah fuck, Dad…” I moaned, squeezing my throbbing stiffness, seeing his lusty, encouraging nod as I felt myself up for him. “Had to go into the locker room to readjust, buddy. Almost beat off my load in the shower there. But I held off. Let my big Dad cock… the cock I made you with, stud… show hard. Let the other dudes see it. I didn’t care. Imagine if they knew what I was gonna do with my hard cock, Son… If they knew I was saving it to share with my own jock boy…” “Fuck!” I growled, curling up, grabbing hold of the waistband and yanking him closer. He didn’t resist the hard kiss I delivered to his sexy, grinning lips, nor the tongue I slid between them. His tongue met mine, and they danced together, slow and slick and deep, as he let me fondle his big bulge in my jock. Dad pulled up out of the kiss, licking his lips, growling with lusty satisfaction, then cupped the back of my head, lifted his hips, and brought my face to his big, still-thickening bulge. I growled back, inhaling the scent of his sweat, his cock, his unique Dad musk, all soaked into the fabric of my favorite piece of undergear. Sniffed, nuzzled, kissed, then licked the length of his thick stalk, tasting the moist seepage of his precum through the soft, well-worn mesh, making him grunt and curse and mutter as I mauled him. I reached round to grab hold of his big, muscly ass, pulling rus escort him even deeper, bringing a deep “Ah, fuck yeah” from him, and making my chest almost swell with pride. Eventually he tensed up and then pulled back, riding too close to the edge, big chest heaving as he stared down at me with that complex mix of love, lust, pride he’d shared with me since we’d quit flirting and started really doing this at the start of my freshman year last fall. Stepped back up off my bed, and with my help, slid my jock the rest of the way down and off him. I immediately grabbed hold of it, palming my big bulge with one hand, the other bringing the freshly worn fabric to my nose and mouth, inhaling his musk even more deeply, like it was oxygen. And then he leaned back in, hands planted either side of me, nuzzling the side of my face, growling lustily, inhaling the fabric from the other side, working his tongue into the fabric, pressing against mine through it, and my hand fell away and the jock stayed between our lips as we licked and sucked on it together, kissing through it, sharing the sweat and spit and musk of him as we shared my jock in the most intimate way possible. Eventually we both spat the jock out, and I found myself rubbing its wetness over my pecs, my abs, as Dad yanked my boxer briefs down and off, freeing my big young cock to snap wetly against the furry muscles of my stomach. He growled again at the sight of me rubbing myself with the soaked jock – we sounded like a couple of animals in a cage, reduced to our hungry instincts, and I liked it that way just damn fine. And then he was on me, his big, hairy weight pressing me into the mattress as our bodies rocked together and we devoured each other’s tongues, the spit flowing between us as our hard, father and son cocks ground wetly together. “They’re gone all day, huh Dad?” I moaned as he dropped his head to suck on my big, stiff nips. “They sure are, buddy,” he grinned, kissing me again. “Good… then we got time to go a couple rounds, huh big guy?” I panted. That got another growl from him as he attacked my neck, jaw, chin, lips with his tongue. I laughed and moaned and clawed at the thick, powerful muscles of his back, wrapping my strong young thighs around him and pulling him in as tight as he could get. “You can wear my fucking jock anytime you like, Dad, you stud,” I panted, leaning into his ear to whisper the rest, direct into his mind, to the part that pulsed vividly, lustily with ideas and images of our secret, taboo dad-son fuckbond. “But next time… don’t shower after your workout, Daddy.” And with that, the talk was over and we got down to business.

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