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Subject: Shipwrecked with Dad 3 Slightly-chapped lips pressed against mine, puffs of warm breath into my mouth, and I coughed up some water. Dad’s handsome face was the first thing I saw while the clear, blue sky hovered over us. His warm touch was the first thing I felt while the rays of the bright sun shone over us. His pleasingly-musky and manly scent was the first thing I smelled, along with the fishy smell from the saltwater. Our drenched T-shirts and shorts, us lying barefoot on the sand, the crashing waves just feet away, seagulls crying at a distance… I was alive. While lying partially over me, Dad pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes shut tight with so much emotion. He briefly kissed my lips, both with relief and passion, giving me his invigorating taste with a bit of tongue. His light scruff brushed against my smooth, boyish face. “Oh, Son…” His deep voice always soothed me and tickled my heart with affection. Dad was love. Another soft kiss. “God, I thought I lost you for a moment.” “Dad…” My deepish voice was weak with a little crack. “I’m here, Kevin. The instant I found you in the water, I istanbul travesti swam like I never have in my life and carried you here to shore. Thank God you’re alive.” Dad had saved my life. He was my hero, and he’d always be. But what all had happened? I remembered going boating with him right after my high school graduation ceremony, which had happened to fall on my eighteenth birthday as a dual celebration. After a night in his strong arms full of fatherly love, my skinny body warmly cocooned by his athletic one while in our boxers, we’d woken up and had been so far away from our marine hometown. But we’d been ready for another adventure until a storm had knocked over our small trawler boat. That was all I remembered. “You okay, little guy?” Dad asked, attempting a hopeful smile. Sniffling, I nodded my head against the sand. I touched his lightly-tan face full of brown scruff, his lips immediately kissing my small hand. I touched his wet, sandy-brown hair that had barely grown from his recent military-style cut, not yet long enough to grab. I gazed into his blue eyes. He looked like an older version of me. Well, besides our bodies kadıköy travesti and heights, we looked so much alike in color and in the face. I couldn’t stop staring at him. My heart was as molten as usual whenever I was in proximity to him. Dad was love. “What happened?” I asked. Dad sighed, his lips lowering into a frown. “We lost everything, Kevin. The boat, our wallets, our phones, food…” I fought the urge to cry, my lips quivering. Dad gave me a gentle shush and a little peck on my lips. “It’s okay, it’s okay. We’re safe now. We weren’t far from the shore when we got shipwrecked.” “But…what are we going to do now? Where are we?” Dad glanced around our environment while I continued lying on my back and staring at his face. He shifted his focus back to me, frowning again. “I don’t know, Kev. An island, maybe? All I see is the ocean, beach, walls of rocks, and lots of trees and woods.” I snuggled in Dad’s arms, burying my face in his shirted chest as he held me tighter with several kisses on my head, my little boner always growing whenever we showed affection. I couldn’t believe how things had drastically bakırköy travesti changed between us as father and son. What had started as a little crush over the years had grown stronger than I’d thought. Of all the cute boys and the few hot teachers at school, only Dad had captured my attention in a way no one else could. I was an only child, and Mom had died giving birth to me, hence the reason Dad had played both roles by being physically strong and unashamedly emotional, always spoiling me with affection even without me asking for it. Our first night together in the boat had been my first romantic kiss, a long moment of making out, which had to have been last night if today was still the same day of the storm. I’d wanted to do so much more than just kiss with as horny as I’d felt, anything and everything, but Dad had insisted we waited until I was completely sure. But I was sure, and I had been for a while. I wasn’t confused like he’d initially worried. Now, I was shipwrecked with Dad, with nowhere to go and nothing to eat. I started praying in my head, even though I wasn’t religious, if there was even a higher power somewhere up in the sky. I hoped Dad and I would make it out here and survive as long as possible. At least I was with him, safe and protected. He wasn’t just my father, but the truest love of my life. My everything. Dad was ess (c)2021, Rod Rey. A.R.R. Please donate to Nifty!
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