graybeards: I spun my head when I heard a rush of water. “Oh, hey Phil.” “I told you to call me dad
graybeards: I spun my head when I heard a rush of water. “Oh, hey Phil.” “I told you to call me dad now that it’s official,” he reminded me with a friendly wink. My father-in-law was pushing sixty, with a head of gray hair and a craggy face, but his body was still fit and firm despite the bulk he’d added over the years. “I figured I’d get a few minutes of quiet relaxation.” “Sorry to interrupt,” I said sincerely as he walked up onto the wooded shore. He put a burly palm on my bare shoulder and said, “Come on in, son. The water’s real nice.” As I stepped forward, he turned and slid his hand down to my lower back, guiding me as we walked back into the water. “Sure, the girls are still waking up,” I responded. The water was just as perfect as he’d promised, but the heat of Phil’s hand on my back was making feel a little weird. We sank down to our shoulders and I felt a strange emptiness on my skin when he took his hand off me. “This is great. Really relaxing.” “Yeah, my shoulders have been killing me since the flight,” Phil griped as he reached a hand across his chest to squeeze his tense muscles. “That sucks,” I said breathlessly, watching his hand at work. After a long pause, I started to say, “I could–” He interrupted me before I finished. “If you wouldn’t mind, that would be great, son.” He turned his back to me and scooted in close—very close. I placed my fingers along his broad shoulders and gripped his rough flesh in my hands. “Don’t be shy. You’re not gonna hurt me.” I worked Phil’s shoulders as hard as I could, but it was tough to match the strength of his body, sculpted from decades of weight training. I could imagine the amused smirk on his face even though I couldn’t see it. Muscles weren’t really my thing. I looked like nothing but skin and bones next to Phil. After a few minutes, my father-in-law spun around to face me and said, “Your turn, boy.” He placed his large hands on my slim shoulders, spinning me around so my back was to him. I melted in his grasp as he thoroughly worked over my body. So wracked by the powerful fingers on my back, I didn’t notice the feeling of Phil’s bulging swimsuit against my ass until I felt it stretch against me. Phil didn’t seem to notice as he just kept working me over. I turned my head and said, “Uhh, dad, you seem a little excited.” He looked down past his belly and then back at me with a grin. Shrugging, he said, “Sorry about that. He has a mind of his own.” “I know what you mean,” I mumbled without thinking. He didn’t move his bulge, still rubbing it against me as the gentle waves rocked us against each other. Phil raised an eyebrow and asked, “Do you?” He suddenly leaned forward, taking my turned head in both hands, and kissed me. His rough lips were unlike anything I’d ever felt before. And when he shoved his tongue into my mouth, I recognized the feeling. He was kissing me like I was a girl, and from the size of his bulge it would be tough to argue he was anything but the guy. I’d closed my eyes when he first latched his lips onto mine, but when they fluttered open I saw Phil looking right at me as he passionately explored the inside of my mouth with his tongue. He wasn’t imagining someone else, he was kissing me. He pulled out of my mouth, hovering with his lips just parted from mine. I felt his hot breath on my face when he said, “It’s been a long time since I kissed a guy.” “You’ve done this before?” I asked, immediately feeling stupid for not realizing it. “You haven’t?” He looked surprised. “You’re such a cutie though.” I nodded no and answered, “I never thought… it just felt so good.” Phil spun me around to face him and grabbed me by the wrists. “I’ll teach you, son.” He placed my hands on his massive bulge and whispered, “Take it out and stroke me.” “Are you always the guy?” I asked as I pulled down his swim trunks. He took a deep, contented breath when I put both my hands around his shaft. “Yes, son. But believe me, this thing will make you feel real good.” It did feel incredible in my fingers. I ran them along his massive shaft and imagined what it would feel like to have one this size between my thighs. “You want it, son?” I looked at him breathlessly and nodded. “I want you, dad.” He squeezed me against his burly chest and smiled down at me. “Good boy, now let’s get out of the water and I’ll teach you to blow me.” -- source link