Excerpt
“I can dig it—looks like we both found out something—about each other—huh?”
Relief flooded through Eric as he held his son close, caressing him, his hands gently touching Chris’ face as he bent down to kiss him—not very far, for they were almost the same height now—and let Chris’ lips wipe away his tears, his arms gripping Eric, warming him… he relaxed his hold long enough to slip down onto the bed, Chris following him, so that they were stretched out together.
They kissed and embraced, their tongues darting as though by instinct deep into each other’s opening mouths, their hands lightly but eagerly tracing the contours of each other’s muscular nude bodies.
Skip got up off his knees and, aroused, approached the bed to watch.
“Chris!”
“I love you, Dad! Do it! Make love to me! Take me!”
“I want to! Christ, do I ever want to make love to you! I don’t care if it’s wrong or not! I want you too much! I need you, baby!”
“Oh, Dad!”
Chris crushed his father closer to him, his moist lips touching Eric’s ear, his wet, slippery tongue sliding into the orifice to swab it out, sending a hot shiver of uncontrollable pleasure through his father’s body. Their mouths touched again and a warm glow of passion surged through them as they began to share their bodies, caressing one another intimately, hands grasping and stroking hardening cocks, tongues lashing together during long, open-mouthed kisses, giving and receiving the most intense pleasure imaginable in one another’s arms.
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