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The charismatic and attractive Lee Jacobs walked through the back door of
his family's upscale suburban home. It had been a bad business day; a real
ball buster. The older man was tired, yet ready to relax and see what his
son Steve was doing. He heard rock music coming from the den of the house
and knew Steve was around. He thought about mixing a stiff drink that he
badly needed, but instead decided to first greet his 20-year-old son. He
enjoyed 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's
attention was elsewhere. While the rock music was turned up and had a
hard-driving beat, the television was showing a wrestling match. A large,
hairy older wrestler was on top of a young, smooth and quite muscular
opponent. Their bare chests were pasted together and they were rocking in
battle with legs entangled. The movement was too sexual not to have been
choreographed. Lee then noticed that his son had one hand in his gym
shorts playing with his dick, with the other under his shirt rubbing his
chest.

Lee stood and enjoyed the sight for a few seconds. The wrestlers were hot
and tough; his son sensuous and cute. And then Steve saw his dad standing
in the doorway and quickly got up from the couch to straighten his tee
shirt and shorts and greet him.

"Hey dad, how was your day?"

"Okay, hard, but okay, I guess," Lee answered. And then wanting to see more
about his son's interest, he said, "those are two big, tough looking dudes
there wrestling. Big chests and arms."

Steve agreed, but changed the subject. He studied his father, recognizing
that 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 his
hand on his son's shoulder. He thanked Steve and asked him to bring it to
him while he changed clothes.

Steve watched his father walk toward the master suite of their spacious
house. He admired his dad's broad shoulders and fine bubbly butt. With his
father standing a little over six feet, with sweeping black hair, slightly
sunken eyes, a movie star face, and a strong jaw line to go with wide
shoulders and a hot, beefy, hairy chest, there was quite a lot to admire
and appreciate about his father's physical presence. With an ulterior
motive, 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 tad
of spring water. Feeling a little horny and turned on from watching the
hairy and muscular wrestlers for a long while, Steve rushed to take the
drink to his dad, hoping to catch his father in the middle of being
undressed.

Seeing the door open to his parents' bedroom, Steve approached with small
charges of sexual flight tensing his loins. He hoped his father was
shirtless or perhaps had his pants off. Instead, surprising him was the
sight of his dad stretched out on the bed fully clothed with arms and legs
spread 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 should
be 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 his
father. Again, he looked at his dad with eyes of both love and lust. Lee
spotted the look. He had seen it many times. He then felt his son's hands
on 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, and
said, "That feels nice right there. This drink is good, too,
Steve. Thanks!"

The son scooted closer to his father, felt the warmth of their bodies
together there in his dad's bedroom, and put both of his hands on his dad's
shirt-covered shoulders to vary the pace and concentrate on the squeezing
and caressing of his dad's back and shoulder parts.

"You feel tight, real tense, dad," Lee heard his son say. And then he felt
his 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 gripping
his father with less apprehension and more purpose. As a loving and
responsible father, Lee Jacobs like his son's touch, and he appreciated
this moment after a long day around generally unfriendly people.

"You feel tense, dad, but you still feel mighty strong to me," his son
said. The father smiled. He had to appreciate how much and how often his
son as a boy, teenager, and now young man had admired him. As he felt
Steve's hands loosening his shoulders and his fingers caressing his upper
back, Lee's mind flashed to the many times he had seen his son admire his
body.

When Steve was 10 or 11, Lee began to notice how little Steve always
gathered around to sit close to him when he had on a robe without a tee
shirt under it. The boy seemed to do a lot of leaning forward to take a
peek inside it to see Lee's hairy chest. Lee also thought about when they
would go swimming in their pool together even after Steve became older and
in his mid-teens. His son seemed to make it a point of swimming over to his
dad as his dad hung on the wall of the pool, floating upward, relaxing, and
letting the sun shine upon his chest. Steve would seem to make up
conversation while keeping his focus firmly fixed on his dad's chest, belly
and bulge.

Lee once asked Steve, "Son, what are you staring at?" Surprised by the
question, Steve innocently admitted, "Just noticing your big hairy body,
dad. How the water beads up on it or how it trickles over your tits and
runs down into your belly button."

Lee also recalled while playing tennis with Steve whenever he would remove
his shirt, his sweaty bare chest caused his son's entire game to go
south. Once or twice, Lee was losing a match, and he intentionally ripped
off his shirt to gain the advantage. He won each of those matches. It
seemed to the father that instead of focusing on the game, his son was
staring at his chest, watching his every movement as he lifted his arms
exposing his deep, hairy pits or stretched out showing his large chest
muscles. Many times, Lee had seen his son ogling his upper body. The boy's
fascination with his dad's chest puzzled Lee, yet the successful
businessman was used to being admired in many ways.

He also knew that too often Steve seemed to want to find a reason to
interrupt him when he was taking a shower. He recalled the couple of times
when his son, then 16 or 17, had caught him coming out of the shower and
about to put on his briefs, that Steve had lingered, causing Lee to turn
his 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. Until
this moment. Until every thing seemed so right between them while the rest
of the world around him was going off its tracks.

"Does this feel good, dad" Steve asked as he rubbed and caressed all parts
of his dad's wide back. Lee returned to the scene in hand. Steve's massage
felt damn good; his son's interest in him felt damn good as well. Lee again
patted 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 Scotch
and water. Another stiff one. Can you do that?"

Steve was more than happy to help his dad. He patted his old man on his
thickly muscled back and headed out to the bar. He wondered if his dad
would remove his shirt while he was out of the room. He hoped his dad
would 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 miss
her. Especially as long as it provided him more time with his sexy and
lovable father. He poured even more Scotch than before. He knew the drink
would be overdone on the booze, but he wanted to relax his father, not pass
a bartending exam.

To his disappointment, when he walked back into the bedroom, his dad sat
where he had left him. No clothes had been taken off or changed. Steve
wondered what was going on with his father. He knew Lee had been worried
about a couple of major clients not renewing their retainers with his
construction firm.

Lee swigged the drink, held the glass up, smiled, and said, "Now Stevie, my
lad, that is a stiff one. A mighty stiff one. As stiff as I like my white
shirts, my dick, or my Scotch!" Steve's balls churned when his father said
the words "my dick." Thoughts of his father's cock stiffening and being
stiff flashed through his mind.

The son again placed his hands on his dad's shoulders and began a gentle
rub. "Let me continue my rubdown, dad."

"That is nice, Steve. This damn drink is nice, too," his father said. Steve
smiled. He liked this time with his dad. "We need to spend some time
together. 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 and
water. Lee knew his son's hands felt as good as his wife's, maybe better
because the lad was really into the rubdown whereas his wife felt obligated
and only committed to doing it well for short periods. He felt Steve's bare
hands on the bare skin of his neck. The lad loosened the collar around his
dad'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 more
of the massage and his son's handy work, Lee knew he needed to end it. He
also had quickly finished the second drink.

"Steve, I may need another drink, and I need to change clothes to go out to
the restaurant. What say you give me a minute?" He felt Steve's hands leave
his 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." But
Lee knew better. And he knew he did not need to remove his shirt to be
caressed 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. No
doubt, Steve thought his dad was rejecting the massage. And rejecting him.
Not wanting Steve to think that, Lee stood, grabbed his son's arm and
turned the young man toward him. Lee Jacobs embraced the young man and
hugged him tight as they locked eyes. He could feel their shirt-covered
chests touching. A wave of emotions and feelings of love washed over
him. The timing seemed so right.

"I liked what you were doing, Stevie," Lee told his boy, "And the cocktails
hit the spot. I just need something to eat now. That's all."

A hundred thoughts flashed through Lee Jacobs' mind. Here he was a
53-year-old man, but at one of the biggest crossroads of his life. His
wife had gone to Europe with friends for three weeks, but had now stayed
two months without his blessings. He had built a successful company, yet it
was experiencing an economic downturn. Some of his best workers were
grumbling. He was horny and moody, and one of his secretaries kept putting
the make on him, yet being an upstanding leader in the community he did not
want to risk his reputation for a fling. He was drinking too much at this
time 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 each
other tighter. The moment was special for both father and son. "This feels
good, 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 to
him. His son needed him even if his wife or his daughter, who lived
out-of-state, did not. Steve wanted to be around him even if those in his
business 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 just
returned from work to find his 20-year-old son lying on the couch in gym
shorts, a wife beater's shirt, and barefoot, with one hand caressing his
right pec and the other rubbing his dick. He knew his son needed
companionship. Lee had asked his son to mix him a Scotch and water while
he changed clothes. That was almost 45 minutes ago, and while Lee had
moved to his bedroom to change clothes, the father had been unable to get
his thoughts off his problem to get into something more comfortable.

Meanwhile, his son desperately wanted to keep the interaction going. Steve
did not want to go out to eat. He wanted to stay in the comfort of his
father's bedroom, to keep talking to his dad, to keep his dad drinking and
relaxing, 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 the
physicality of his father.

Lee Jacobs stood an inch over six feet tall. He was nicely tanned, with
salt-and-pepper hair, broad shouldered, and had sunken dark eyes and an
inviting face and smile. He was hotly handsome in a sexy movie star kind of
way. He turned heads of woman and men alike. Many friends told him that he
reminded them of classic movie stars. Men and women who met him most often
mentioned film stars of yesteryear like the suave George Montgomery or the
ruggedly handsome William Holden. Above all, when he was younger he really
resembled Holden and the role Holden playing in the old movie, Picnic. When
Lee Jacobs wore only a bathing suit, he was always one of the hottest men
with others ogling his muscular hairy chest, bulbous pecs, and cute bubble
butt.

Lee felt his son hugging him in such a lovable fashion. He felt Steve's
hand again caressing his back and moving to his lower back. They locked
eyes. He knew he again needed to break the embrace, yet it felt so good, so
right. Furthermore, the liquor had relaxed him. When Steve began to nudge
his face into Lee's neck, the man knew he had to break the moment. But he
did not know if that is really what he wanted.

Yet, Steve wondered if he had gone too far and knew he was hugging his
father 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 make
you another drink? Maybe I am ready for one now."

Lee relented. He wanted to be agreeable. He nodded yes and joked with his
son about getting intoxicated. Steve smiled and for the third time in less
than an hour headed to the family bar. Lee stood in his bedroom and was
about to undo the top button of his shirt when a thought occurred to
him. He trembled at the thought. And regardless if the booze was doing his
thinking or if his son would be surprised, he made a decision. He again did
not 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 father
decided they could spend a little more time together, to get ready to go
out, and above all to enjoy a special moment.

Disappointment swept Steve's entire body and core when he returned again to
the bedroom holding both classes of liquor and his father remained in his
dress shirt. He could not understand why his father refused to get more
comfortable. It puzzled him. And then, as he passed his manly and studly
father the third cocktail, the son got one of the biggest surprises of his
life.

Lee Jacobs spoke, "Thanks Stevie for the drink. You know, I waited for you
to get back. That massage felt so darn good. So, I was thinking, maybe I
could get you to help me unbutton this dang shirt and let me get out of
it?"

Steve stopped in his tracks. He was about to ask his father what he had
said, but he knew what his father had said. He had often wanted to hear
those words from his dad.

"Oh wow, dad," Steve exclaimed before realizing that maybe he had expressed
too much enthusiasm. He then modified his reply, "Sure dad. No problem. I
can do that."

Realizing his son was stumbling for a recovery, Lee decided to take the
upper hand. To help out the boy. "Yep Stevie, we need to spend some good
time together. I need help like this from you. Just untuck my shirttails
from my pants, and then begin to open the buttons from top to bottom. Easy
as one, two, three."

Steve smiled. He aimlessly mumbled, "I know, dad. I've just never
unbuttoned 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 locked
yet again. He wanted to hug his son. He had seldom felt such love. Lee
Jacobs wondered for the first time just what level of intimacy he might be
able to enjoy with his own k**.

Steve moved closer, grabbed his dad's shirt near his waistline where it ran
inside his pants, and began to edge it out. It did not take long. As soon
as the shirt was untucked, Steve observed that just the one act made his
dad look more relaxed, more casual, and more comfortable.

"Go on, Steve. Now the buttons," Lee said inviting his son to continue. The
father held his arms out wide away from his body. As the father in charge
he knew he had to be confident because he wanted his son to enjoy helping
him like this.

"I am a little awkward, dad; a little shy," Steve admitted before slowly
moving his fingers to the shirt button below the neckline button that his
dad had loosened when removing his tie earlier.

"No need to be shy, Stevie. We're both just guys. Nothing but a hairy chest
under this shirt; nothing to scare you, boy."

Steve's nervously began to work on the first button. It unhooked. His
fingers opened his dad's shirt. Beautiful chest hair appeared. Steve
swallowed and parted the shirt to get a better view. His father smiled and
whispered, "Go ahead, do the rest."

The son's fingers unhooked the next button and let his hands spread the
shirt to reveal even more of his dad's sexy skin and hairy chest. He felt
his cock begin to throb; it turned him on beyond compare to be this close
to 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 calm
Steve and make him confident he whispered, "that's nice, Steve, I am
feeling better already." And then, Steve unsnapped the next to last button
of his father's shirt and moved his hands up to spread the shirt. The
large brown pecs, high curves, and sexy vista of a well-built man were
evident.

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 the
entire front of the shirt, the son could again recall how much he desired
the sight of his manly father and how much of a hunk his dad always had
been. He thought his dad seemed to get better with age. He remembered the
times swimming with his dad and how he always wanted to be close to him in
the 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 of
friends were spending the night. They got too loud in his bedroom, and his
dad stormed in to quiet them and get them to shut up. His dad was angry, no
doubt from being interrupted in his own time with Steve's mom as the
noticeable bulge in his briefs so indicated. But what the other two friends
commented on was not hat his dad had yelled at them, but how strong and
handsome his father looked bare chested. Steve recalled his friend Walter
exclaiming, "Damn, seeing Mr. Jacobs without a shirt on, he's too dang hot
to 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 eyes
downward to observe his son taking in every inch of his revealed chest. He
could tell the actions excited his son. He felt excited himself just
knowing he had allowed Steve to enjoy something with him. He wanted his
son to feel encouraged. Lee urged, "Go ahead, Steve; Let's see if you think
your 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. He
wanted to reach up and run his hands inside it, but he had no idea what his
dad would and wouldn't allow or might enjoy. Instead, he studied the silky
fur spring out from his dad's upper body while the last button parted and
his father's entire shirt was open from throat to belly button. Steve took
in his dad's navel; it was deep, inviting and sexy. He stopped and asked
his dad, "Can I take it off you?"

Lee released a slow, tight smiled. He winked at his son, patted him on the
shoulder and whispered, "Please, my son, please, Stevie. Strip me. Get this
damn, starched shirt off me."

Steve leaned up, grabbed the shirt at his dad's shoulder and peeled it
backward. Electric charges raced up and down his body, as he revealed more
and more of his father's gorgeous torso. His dad's upper body was nicely
tanned, with enough hair to be manly and attractive, but not so much as to
be too furry or to hide the curvatures of his fantastic muscles. He noticed
that his dad's belly was still hard and flat, although he did not have a
defined six-pack. He also studied the protuberant roundness and melon size
of his father's chest muscles, and then he parted the shirt enough to see
his father's luscious, deep brown, and perfect left nipple.

Lee could see a tidal wave of excitement overtaking his son. The young
man's facial expression of euphoria pleased the father. Lee then felt his
son begin lifting the shirt from around his waist, his chest and then his
shoulders. Steve's candor surprised him.

"Damn dad, damn! I just don't know any older guy who has a chest as hot as
yours. Damn!"

"You've always liked it haven't you, Stevie? Even when you were but a
lad?"

"You've known dad," Steve asked as he pealed the fabric away from his dad
to toss it on the nearby bed. He turned to admire the man from whose body
he had been made. Steve watched his dad finished the last drop of his
cocktail. The son added, "I want to look like you, dad. And to admire a
hairy chest of my own in the mirror."

Lee smiled. "It'll happen, Stevie, We have the same genes. I was pretty
smooth at your age."

As Steve looked closely, his father's sexy and hot torso became
overwhelming after he removed the shirt. Steve was sent toward an
orgasm. He considered his father's bare upper body sexier and hotter than
that of movie star Sean Connery. The lining of fairly thick, dark curly
chest hair started a couple of inches below his dad's neck to fan out over
the large, muscular mounds of his pecs. Around his dad's bulging hard
breasts, the silky hair was dusty and sexy, but not so thick. It was
thickest right in the middle of his dad's chest, with a sexy treasure trail
of hair that ran to his belly button. It narrowed over his diaphragm only
to spread luxuriously again over his abs and around his navel and finally
tapering again as it disappeared beneath the waistband of the pants he
unfortunately 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 were
beautiful. Beyond compare. Nicely round and a pretty crispy brown in
color. They were large, but not so large as to look odd. The delicious
almost half-dollar sized areolas and thick, pointed tits capped his
father's pecs in a perfect position. The meaty tips of the nipples stuck
out noticeably. Steve had often studied them as an impression under his
father's shirts. Steve lusted for them. He could not take his eyes from
them. Steve noticed that the thinner coverage of hair on his dad's breasts
allowed his father's beautiful nipples to stick out as though offering
themselves 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 on
his father's chest and to cup his tits in both hands. Steve thought about
what it would feel like to have his dad's pecs in his hands and to rub the
palms of his hands back and forth over his father's substantial nipples. He
desperately wanted to caress the tit point until it grew hard, erect and
needy. He wondered if his dad would moan. Maybe he would lightly pinch both
tits 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 lot
of liquor in a short time, and now stood before him bare chested. Lee had
allowed his son to strip him of his shirt in some kind show of trust in
their relationship and mutual vulnerability. He had now asked Steve about
the boy having admired his body, and Steve had exclaimed to his dad how
impressed he was with his physique and manly torso. Both father and son
could feel the love, yet the tenseness surrounding them at that moment was
thick.

Lee brought his hands up to rub his chest, raking his fingers through his
chest hair and also covering himself to some degree from Steve's obvious
close observation of his chest.

He broke the silence between them, "Guess I look more like the hairy
wrestler you were looking at earlier and you are the younger one, hey?" He
chuckled trying to break the strangeness of the sexual tension between him
and his son.

"You look a lot better than that dude, dad. A lot better." Lee smiled
again. Without thinking about it, the father continued to stroke his hairy
chest, stopping to feel his erect nipples with his fingertips. The action
was not lost on Steve. "I'd get a lot more interest from the gals looking
like you than not," Steve added.

"You'll have hair all over your chest before you know it, Steve. Most of
mine came in when I got to be about 25 or so; not as early as my teen
years."

"I think it's more than just the hairy chest, dad. It's the total
package. You've got charisma, charm, the great facial structure even the
sexy, sharp jaw line," Steve began to list the attributes, but his father
stopped him.

"I have my faults, too, son. Plus, your mother and her family are very
attractive, nice looking folk," but it was Steve's time to interrupt his
dad. "And mom isn't it here; prefers to travel elsewhere than to be with
us, 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 to
give me a little massage. Let's not forget. About five minutes of relaxing
my old, stiff back and then I'll get a quick shower, and we are going for
something to eat."

Standing to the side of his dad, Steve took a step to get behind his
father. He admired the expanse of his father's tanned, unblemished back. He
swept 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." Lee
hesitated. Then, he knew Steve was right, and he wanted to act comfortable
and 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 made
Lee pause in place. He did not want to remove his pants and only have on
the briefs underneath. For some unknown reason that made him feel too
vulnerable.

"Tell ya what, Steve. Wait right here; I'll be right back." Steve watched
as his father stepped into the bathroom connected to the master suite and
closed the door. Within a minute, his dad emerged with a long towel wrapped
around his mid-section. His father's actions disappointed Steve; he wanted
to massage his dad while enjoying the sight of him in just his briefs,
nonetheless, his tanned, hairy and muscular dad looked damn good with the
towel wrapped around his shirtless body.

Lee lay down on the bed, stretched his arms above his head, and offered his
broad back to his son. Steve began caressing, rubbing and massaging first
the muscled shoulders and then the rest of his dad, letting his fingers
flirt 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 his
dad's arms, the soft, silky hairs started just below the elbow and covered
his forearms down to the wrist then continued along the outside edge of the
back of his hands with little tufts on the first section of his long,
thick, beautiful fingers. His back was completely hairless except at the
small of his back where that beautiful hair reappeared before again
disappearing beneath the waistband, making its way downward.

Lee could not deny that his son knew something about giving a massage. The
young man's hands felt strong, yet tender as they worked the tired muscles
of his back. He knew his son also concentrated the massage along his
shoulders and neck to release his mental tension, but also along his
backbone to stimulate his spine and nervous system. He felt Steve's
fingers working under the towel and thought about telling his son to not go
so low or to leave his butt alone, but instead he groaned a little to let
his son know it all felt mighty good.

Steve loved his dad's back and the sinewy nature of its offerings. His
dad's skin felt marvelous to his touch. He used his fingers to get to know
every square inch of it. When his middle fingers caressed and rubbed the
very center of his father's backbone, the son was thrilled when he heard
his father moan a little and then release a defined groan. When his
fingers worked under the towel and rubbed his dad's ass a little, it was
even more thrilling when his father moaned deeper. Steve felt his own
stimulation. He was unable to prevent the moment from causing his cock to
stir as he sat atop his dad and worked him.

The father and son exchanged a few meaningless comments before Steve felt
his dad totally relaxing under the comfort of his soothing hands and
massaging fingers. When Steve let his fingers roam below the towel and
into the waistband of his dad's Calvin Klein briefs and beyond, it
surprised him that Lee did not move or protest. When Steve has able to let
his full palm cover the padding of his father's left buttocks and was able
let it linger under his briefs, it occurred to him that his dad had fallen
asleep. The relaxing feel of the son's massage combined with the cocktails
had led Lee Jacobs, father, business executive and middle age hunk, into a
fast 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, and
returned to his father's slumbering body. He edged the towel away from his
dad. Without losing a moment, he poured a copious amount of the warm liquid
into his hands and then began a sensuous massage of his dad's back. He
concentrated on the lower back around the k**ney area. Not being able to
wait any longer, the son pulled his dad's briefs back from his ass and
rubbed the oil into his sexy rump.

Steve felt his cock hardening just from the mere sight and touch of his
dad's hot looking ass. He fingered the buttocks and paid close attention to
the crack. He kneaded the round buttocks delighting in the pleasant feel
of his father's buns in his hands. He forced his hands higher to keep the
massage feeling going to his dad's lower back, but his focus remained on
his father's tight butt. His hands edged to the cleft of his dad's anal
crack 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 felt
Steve 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 few
minutes. He looked down to see his briefs surrounding his fronts, but could
tell they had been lowered in the back.

Lee Jacobs quickly jumped from the bed and said, "Sorry Steve, I should not
have fallen asleep there. Let me get a quick shower, and then let's go
eat." Steve still did not want to go eat or see his dad cover his body with
a shirt. Most of all, he was disappointed his dad had not slept longer; he
wanted to massage his hairy, muscular legs. The thought of feeling his
dad'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 front
side." Lee looked at Steve, Steve returned the stare. Their eyes locked.
Steve swallowed tasting the remains of his drink. He hoped his dad would
let him massage his fronts.

Lee shook his head and grabbed the towel to again wrap it around his under
body and over his briefs. "Enough is enough here. Thanks. Good work, but
I'll pass on that," Lee had to tell his son. The thought of Steve rubbing
his chest, belly and other parts thrilled him, but he just could not
consider 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, surprising
Lee. "You were way relaxed. I know you were enjoying my rubdown. And
needed it."

"Sorry Steve. Don't mean to hurt your feelings or disappoint you, and I do
appreciate the offer, son, but I am a hungry man," Lee explained. And then
knowing he needed to draw lines for Steve, he added, "Son, you know and I
know that there is only certain ways we need to be touching each
other. Anything more is out of place."

But Steve had felt sexually stimulated while caressing his father and
seeing his father relax under his touch. The c***d in him raced ahead of
his better thinking. He retorted, "Damn dad, out of place? What could be
out of place? We are both adults. We are here alone. We are father and son
and son and father!"

"Steve, Steve, get a grip," Lee said. "Now, I am heading into the bathroom
and taking a shower. I suggest you get dress, too."

Knowing he could not change his father's mind and feeling a great urge to
drain his bladder, Steve relented. "Mind if I step into your bathroom and
take 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 his
father to head into the bathroom.

As Steve began to piss, Lee quickly reached between the cuff of the towel
to straighten his cock in his briefs, and then looked at himself in the
bathroom mirror. He was proud to be so damn fit at his age; happy to still
be turning heads and drawing interest; and proud that his son admired him
as 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 the
tension. "You piss harder than I do," he said, standing at the bathroom's
doorway. "Your mother always bitches at me for making too much noise."

"Mother bitches too much," Steve replied. He glanced back to observe my
father's loving expression. The softness and tenderness of his expression
dominated his face. Steve's eyes again lingered along the curves of his
dad's chest. The splendor of his dad's pectoral muscles, the sexy deep
curves, the unblemished skin all reminded him that his father was a fuckin'
hunk by anyone's standards, especially being so damn attractive at
50-something years old. He was glad to see his father move into the
bathroom with him.

In almost coordinated timing, as Steve stopped his pissing and began to
tuck in his cock, Lee removed the towel from around his waist to hang in on
a nearby rod. Seeing the action in the bathroom mirror, Steve turned to
notice 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," Lee
said.

Steve wanted to reach out and grab his father's mound. To discover him
through

his briefs. To feel the fine slice of meat that had catapulted me into his
momma's womb. But instead, he could only manage a silent, loving stare at
his 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 realized
that his father was about to step into the shower, and he also knew that he
should be excusing himself from the small room. Instead, as he tarried, his
dad moved closer to him. And once again their eyes locked almost as though
they both understood the moment and mutual attraction. Lee did not know
what was overcoming him, maybe the booze, maybe his relaxed feeling after
Steve'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 father
pressed 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, most
anything for you." And the father then tugged the son to him and embraced
him with a loving hug. The hug allowed Steve to feel the mound of his dad's
privates brushing against the lump in his gym shorts. Lee settled his chin
on 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 each
other, both men could sense the mutual desire. Lee knew their sexual
emotions were dangerous; Steve relished in the moment and circumstance. The
son wished he could have removed his own shirt to feel the sexiness of his
dad's hairy chest pressed against his bare skin and to feel their pecs
hugging together. He noticed that his father's eyes looked heavy with
lust; his tongue licked his lower lip in anticipation. Steve knew it was a
moment of opportunity. And in the most important transformation of a second
in the young man's life, the lust overtook Lee, and Steve enticed his
father's lips to move into his own.

They kissed. Their lips locked, and the kiss went long and hard. It was the
most wonderful moment of Steve's young life. Lee intended the kiss to be a
quick peck on the chin, yet their mouths and bodies collided. Steve had
moved 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. Their
virgin kiss startled both of them, not that it was occurring, but that it
felt so good, so natural, and so damn heat-driven and exciting.

When Lee opened his mouth to receive his son's probing tongue, Steve
thought his cock was going to fire off from its pubic pad. And when Lee's
penetrating tongue wormed into his mouth that first time, it caused a deep
moan from within the son. Steve's cock seeped its early fluids; his dick
notched up a couple of beats.

Lee felt his son's hands sliding up and down the sides of his fatherly body
before

spreading across his back to then pull him even closer. Just touching his
father's bare body sent sparks flashing throughout Steve's privates. His
balls were on fire; his cock pulsating.
Willing... thrilling... chilling... yet, warm and masculine. Steve very
much wanted to be naked, but regardless he knew he would remember that
moment, position and location forever.

After a long while, the two men broke their kiss to suck in air, but kissed
again almost

immediately. Hard and deep. Tongues dancing together as each screwed into
the

other's mouth. The son's fingers worked themselves to the elastic webbing
of his father's

briefs. Steve stretched it out, allowing his soft hands to roam inside to
his dad's bare

buttocks. His daddy's buns were slick and smooth, a delightful contrast to
his hairy

upper body. Steve had liked them during the brief massage, but now they
felt even sexier almost as though they were being offered to him.

Steve shifted his stance, allowing his throbbing boner to press outward
into his dad's lower body, striking Lee above the pubes and below his belly
button. Steve leaned into

his 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 flirting
with the elastic at the back of his briefs, stretching it, letting him know
just how easy it would be to take the coverings away from his paternal
cockstand. 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 cockhead
bubbling, leaking its greasy spit from the corona. He studied his son and
then 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 his
buttocks.

"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, yet
the 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 no
or rejecting his son's desires. As though he needed to apologize, he
added, "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 as
though 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 the
shorts from around his hearty loins. Steve tarried in the bathroom until
his father parted the curtain with his arm to drop his briefs on the
floor. Again, he motioned with his hand for his son to leave. Lee needed
both time and space. He had felt his loins heating up too much from the
massage, the hugs and especially the long kiss with his son. They had been
so close.

The image of his dad's tight ass cheeks in the shower echoed throughout the
son'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 toward
his own room, thinking of his father in the shower alone. And now fully
naked.