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Dad smiles down at me and asks, “Ready to quit?” I’m not, but I know there’s no way I’m getting out of this pin. Besides, we’ve been wrestling for a while and I’m beyond ready to move on to the next stage. Smiling up at him, I nod my head.

He smiles back and starts sliding his legs behind him, lowering himself onto me, until we’re both flat on the floor, him on top of me, our faces close enough to feel each other’s breath. He lowers his mouth to mine and our lips meet, then open, letting our tongues loose to renew each other’s acquaintance.

Dad started adding this aspect to our Thursday nights not long after I turned eighteen, and they’re the biggest reason I look forward to them so much.

I wrap my arms around his thick body in a hug and pull him even tighter toward me. Dad’s tongue tastes like peppermint and a little bit of smoke and it drives me absolutely wild. I can feel my cock, feeling harder than diamond, straining between our two bodies and his, just as hard, pressed against my stomach. Dad suddenly rolls onto his side, bringing me with him, and he takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around me and squeeze as I had done to him.

For a long moment, we keep kissing, sometimes pausing to stroke each other’s faces. After one break, though, Dad begins to kiss my cheek and my neck. My head tilts back as I enjoy the wonderful sensations Dad’s lips and tongue are generating on my body. He begins to kiss his way down my body, but he pauses to give each nipple a little nibble. Each one makes me nearly jump out of my skin.

Dad continues his downward trajectory, now at my abs, now below them. When he reaches my cock and balls, he pauses and takes a long, deep breath through his nostrils. I look up (down?) and I see him looking at me, a dreamy smile on his face. And then his tongue comes back into play as it begins to trace lazy circles on my cock head.

I start thinking of anything I can to keep from cumming right there and then. Dad slowly circles my head, going a little lower every lap, until the entire head is in his mouth. Quickly, he plunges down the shaft to get the whole thing into his mouth up to the base, then retreats, very, very slowly.

I can’t even remember what planet I’m on. Dad has an amazing mouth and he uses every trick he’s ever learned to pleasure me. My list of cum-delaying techniques is rapidly running out, so before I can end things way too early, I place my hands on Dad’s head and guides him off of my cock. I sit up and murmur, “My turn.”

Dad smiles and begins to climb to his feet. I stay on my knees in front of him. As he stands erect and erect, his cock is perfectly positioned in front of my mouth. My tongue begins to work, slow dancing along his shaft, playing with his head, taking side trips down to his balls. At last, though, the rest of my mouth grows impatient with my tongue refusing to share the bounty, and I take Dad fully into my mouth. The back of my throat opens and his massive cock pokes its way in, then I slowly withdraw, my tongue pressing against the underside. Dad moans and I can feel his knees starting to go weak, so I place my hand in the small of his back to steady him.

My mouth glides slowly back and forth on Dad’s cock, my tongue pressing hard on the underside, my lips contracting and releasing to accentuate the experience. Dad moans suddenly become grunts, and his grunts become cries as I feel his cock harden in my mouth. He begins to spurt, waves and waves of hot cum slamming hard into the back of my throat before heading south.

Dad begins to sag; I quickly adjust my grip to help him down. As he reaches his knees, he pulls me into another kiss, savoring both the taste of my lips and the taste of his own seed. He breaks the kiss and says, “Now for you.” Then he turns away from me and drops down to his hands and knees.

I’d brought a gym bag with me; inside are what I need. I pull out a condom and a bottle of lube, and squeeze out a generous amount of the latter, some of it for me, some of it for Dad. I open the condom package and roll it on my hard cock, and then position myself to mount my father from behind.

I’d need a computer to count the times we’ve done this – it’s about half and half which one of us is where. Dad opens to take me in and I slide inside him almost as easily as breathing – by now, we both know how to take the other one and how to make the initial entry easier. I begin to pump in easy, regular stroke, and it doesn’t take Dad long to pick up on my rhythm. We become almost a single entity, moving in a single motion, and the gym is filled with my grunts and his cries.

When I feel myself getting close, I pull out, and Dad knows to turn over onto his back. I enter him again, thrusting slowly at first but with greater intensity and force with every stroke. Dad’s eyes are almost rolled back into his head and the sweat from my forehead drips into them, blinding him for a moment. I wipe it off and keep going, and when I’m just a few steps from the finish line, I pull out, rip off the condom, and spew all over my dad’s chest and stomach.

I collapse on top of him, both of us spent, the room smelling of sweat and cum. My head is buried in Dad’s chest and he kisses the top, stroking my back tenderly. “I love you, Son,” he murmurs.

“I love you, Dad.”