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Subject: Turning Up the Heat 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/115434246359/ 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 I love hearing from you guys. hoo. Enjoy… ***** At first, I thought the sauna in my new place was kind of goofy, an odd little boondoggle courtesy of the former owners, something I’d maybe use once just to say I’d tried it, and then store random old junk in. But it turned out to be pretty useful, and I’d gotten accustomed to knocking out a workout in the basement gym, then heading into the sauna for a nice slow steam, followed by a cooling-off shower in the bathroom down there. Seems the people who’d built this place weren’t so crazy after all. Reid was a big fan of the new house, and I knew he was itching to try out the sauna as soon as I showed it to him. He was just as impressed with the home gym setup – I’d kicked an extra grand to the former owners to keep all the weights and equipment when I bought the place, and they happily took it, saving them the hassle of working out how to get it all out of there, and giving me the perfect opportunity to keep myself in the better shape I’d acquired since the divorce. Reid suggested we do a workout together, something we hadn’t done in awhile, not since he’d gone off to college, and I readily agreed. It was great time spent with him, and it gave me a good opportunity to admire how much he’d filled out and hardened up, the almost effortless way he put his young body to work. He wasn’t a big guy, not like me, with my ex-footballer frame – more lean, defined, a star on the track and the wrestling mats all through high school. He was kind of deceptively muscular, as I saw when he peeled off his sweaty old tank top after we got done, looking from me to the sauna with a boyish excitement I hadn’t seen in years. “They’ve got a steam room at the gym on campus,” he said as we got the little hotbox going. “Feels so awesome after a good workout.” “Yeah, it’s been doing me wonders,” I said as I eased myself onto the little bench across from him. It was tight quarters in there, but companionable. “I can tell,” he said with a smile, giving my bigger, thicker, more heavily-muscled torso a slow look-over gaziantep travesti that had me blushing a bit. I’d dropped 20 pounds since the divorce, and was looking and feeling pretty damn good for a guy in his early 40s. Another 10 pounds or so, and I’d be back at my college playing weight. We’d come in just with towels wrapped around us, and while I was used to being in the altogether in here by myself, with Reid here, it was a slightly different proposition. So when he finally unknotted his towel and sprawled out a little, at first I was glad we’d gotten the modesty thing out of the way. But then I found myself checking out the hard pump of his college boy muscles, the way the sweat was beginning to roll down his lithe, athletic body, and well, I started firming up in a way that I shouldn’t have been. My big older cock thickening, filling slowly with blood, that pleasant growing buzz throughout my loins that was usually awesome, but right now, was just awkward. “You know, it’s just us here,” he finally said, a relaxed smile on his face as he got comfortable. “You can lose the towel, if you want to.” I hemmed and hawed unconvincingly, then decided fuck it, we were both men, and spread my towel open. Like I said, I was a big guy, and getting bigger by the minute. I was gratified to see his eyes widen in surprise, even as I blushed at the predicament. Then he looked at me and grinned conspiratorially. And to my surprise, I saw his own big young cock start to fill and rise, quicker than mine had done. I didn’t want to stare, but he was big, like me, and there weren’t a lot of other places to look. “You too, huh?” he said with an easy, just-us-guys chuckle, and I had to smile. “Heat always gets to me like that too.” “I can tell,” I said, chuckling myself, with a meaningful glance down at it. We both watched it rising, until it was a hard, solid uncut staff pointing upwards to his chin. Shit, I fondly remembered the days when my hardons were like that, so potent and strong and upright. Not that I had anything to complain about now, I was proud of the heft and girth of my own uncut cock, and soon I was just as hard as he was, albeit pointing at more of an outward angle. I was expecting it to be weird, the two of us on the rail together in the little sweaty, incredibly hot enclosure, but it felt natural as hell. Manly. Like a bonding moment. When Reid’s knee brushed against mine, I pulled away a little… and then for whatever reason, blame it on the steam, the humidity, the state of relaxation I was feeling, I gently pressed mine back. Then I felt the gentle pressure of his knee more firmly against gaziantep masaj salonları mine. Opened my eyes to see him, head back, eyes closed, a little smile on his face, and then the subtle movement of his knee, up and down real slow and light, against the sweat-soaked skin of mine. I felt my cock throb. And to my surprise, his did the same, a visible twitch. Fuck. He looked incredible, boned to the max, sweat rolling down his prime young wrestler jock body, the picture of young jock perfection. Then he opened his eyes, looking at me, and the expression on his face, the desire in his eyes, nearly knocked me off the bench. He licked his lips, a little uncertainly, then slowly reached down and gave his big, sweaty cock a slow, experimental stroke. I stared at him, barely aware of my hand moving down to my own cock to do the same thing. Slowly, he grinned, and I found myself grinning back, as we kept up our slow, mutual stroke. Sweat rolling down us both, the air thick with steam and something big, unspoken, exciting. His knee pressing even more insistently against mine. Mine pressing back. With a little moan, suddenly he closed the little bit of space between us, and he was leaning into me, pressing his lips to mine, before I knew what was going on. My lips parted instinctively, the tips of our tongues flicked briefly together, and then I moaned in reply and grabbed hold of him, pulling him in for a real kiss, a serious kiss, a man’s kiss. Hungrily, sloppily, sweatily, we went for it, deep and wet, fisting our achingly hard cocks as we delved deeper into it. When I felt his hand brush mine from my throbbing hardon, I moaned even deeper, then pulled back from the searing kiss. He gave me a hungry, confused look. “No… we can’t,” I panted. Reid made a sound of disappointment, and my heart throbbed for him. Then I smiled. “Too hot in here… can’t do that kind of thing in one of these,” I said, reaching for his hand. “Come on, son.” I pulled my grinning boy out of the intense, sweat-scented heat of the sauna, out into the big room of the basement, the air almost shockingly cool on our superheated bodies. Then I pulled him back to me, sweat on sweat, skin to skin, father to son, and plunged my tongue back into his mouth, deeper this time, feeling his hot young muscles press even more firmly into me. He responded masterfully, an excellent kisser, just like people had told me I was. Like father, like son, I guess. Our cocks throbbed angrily between us, adding even more moisture to the sweat and steam on us, and his proud, hard glutes were slippery in my big hands as I clutched them, feeling gaziantep escort bayan them flex as he ground against me yearningly. “C’mon, Dad,” he said huskily when we came up for air, grabbing my hand to tug me to the shower. “Let’s cool off, so we can play.” I loved him harder than ever, with that playful, husky tone of voice, the grin on his handsome face, the way his big young cock throbbed for me, for this. I shook my head slowly, grinning. I’d had something on my mind the whole 15 minutes we’d been inside the sauna, watching his muscles glowing with sweat. Pulled him back to me. Then leaned in, and in one long, slow stroke of my tongue, I lapped up the thick trails of sweat on his hard young pec. Savored the salty, manly taste of it. My boy’s essence. Kissed him again, relishing the hungry, horny moan he gave me as he tasted himself. “Me now, Dad, fuck,” he moaned, and leaned in to do the same to me, his wide, wet tongue dragging through the fur on my bigger, beefier chest, all the way up the side of my neck, slipping saltily into my mouth for another hot, wet kiss. Growling, almost feverish, we attacked each other’s sweaty muscles with our tongues, head to toe and back up again, our heated cores producing even more as we went. Finally, glowing more with spit than sweat now, I pulled him into the big shower, both of us moaning at the sensation of the cool water hitting our bodies, between even more deep, hungry kisses. I could still taste his sweat, mixed with mine, in my spit, coating my tongue, as I laid him back on my bed, returning to a slower, deeper, exploration of his beautiful young muscles with my paternal tongue. Loved the way he moaned, wriggled, laughed as I worshiped him from head to toe and back down again. Then laid back and let him do the same to me. We were loving this, loving each other so much, we weren’t in any rush to get to the next level. I could have died a happy man if this was all we ever did. But the feel of his lips and tongue sinking down my aching, leaking cockshaft, tasting and savoring the cock that had made him, well, that was mind-blowing. Almost as mind-blowing as the tight, hot clutch of his hole, that fine young muscle, around the girth of my shaft, as he welcomed me inside him with a big smile and shining, excited eyes. I felt his heat inside, surrounding me, pulling me in, and sank gratefully into his hot, tight depths. Slowly worked up a fresh layer of sweat all over us both, as I pumped out shot after shot of the cum I’d made him with, deep inside of him. “Damn, Dad,” he panted, grinning, folding his strong young arms around me as we made out, slow and sweet in the afterglow. “That was one hell of a workout.” I laughed, kissed him some more, reached for a long drink of water from the bedside table, giving him one as well. Slowly, appreciatively stroked my hand over the hard young contours of his beautiful muscles. He grinned at me playfully, waggling his eyebrows charmingly. “So… think we should go finish that steam now?”

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