His lips found mines once again. I moaned into my mouth as he rocked his crotch back and forth slowly, pushing into me and pulling away, creating an u...bearable heat in my shorts. Dad I dont understand&hellip, The feelings his touch were creating had me getting wetter. I felt myself pushing back on him, grinding my hips with his to feel more of the strange heat. My friends had never told me it would feel like this. This was overwhelming. Incredible. Oh baby if you keep that up daddys going to. “It's still really early dude. You can't rush these things. Like our love, it had to build up over time. Just be patient,” I said. Then he picked me up and put me on the couch. Then we did our traditional thing and cuddled together after we had sex. “I must say this a very attractive part of our relationship honestly. We always cuddle after ward. Do you actually like it or do you just do it because I like it?” I asked. “A little of both I guess. I mean everyone likes to relax after sex. You. I hold her in my knotty old hands and let one fly and for just a moment I’m 19 again, on the deck of that old frigate somewhere off the coast of Korea with my whole miserable life still in front of me instead of fading away in the rear-view mirror like some hitchhiker I entertained the idea of picking up. But the brisk autumn winds and rustling leaves bring me back again and I drop that old 3 wood back in my bag and move on the next hole. Just like I always do. The season has grow old and tired. We had the "clubhouse" where we had the girlie mags hidden, along with the Captain Midnight code rings, etc, and the frequency of the "circle jerks" (although we didn’t call them that) with close friends grew closer and closer. We were a horny bunch, for sure! I understand those who manufacture categories for us lesser beings these days count things like circle jerks "homosexual activities", but I think in those days someone who might offer the opinion that we were a bunch of "queers" would.