Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2003 11:33:57 -0600
From: Kryton Ex <krytonex@hotmail.com>
Subject: Alls Fair in Love and War

Disclaimer: This story is about father/son love.  If you find this
offensive, stop reading while you still have disclaimer left.  This story
is completely fictional and the characters only exist in the realm of my
mind. Comments are welcome, flames are not.


                 All's Fair in Love and War


     There is a war raging in the Granger household and it
all started with a cherry red 1968 convertible.  Let me
introduce myself, my name is Nathan Granger and I am CEO of
one of the largest international companies in the world.  I
am different then most people in the fact that I am an
extreme perfectionist.  I am also very competitive, which I
find to be a virtue.  I am 38 years old with two beautiful
children; a 15 year old son and a 13 year old daughter, both
of which have my dark hair and their mother's blue eyes.  I
am happily married to Rebecca Houston-Granger who sits on
the board of my company and whose father used to run it
before I did.  Before marrying Rebecca I told her about my
attraction to boys, and I assured her that I would never do
anything to embarrass her or the company.  She understood
and accepted my one small flaw.  Rebecca is a lot like me,
she too is perfectionist and the ruthlessness of which she
tried to take over my company is what attracted me to her in
the first place.  In the end we settled on a merger of both
company and surname.  Our marriage was 50% true love, 15%
the realization no one else was good enough for us and 35%
the boost being married would give to our relations with
Japan.
     Our daughter is nothing like us.  Catherine is truly a
kind and generous person.  I have no idea where she gets
that from.   Though I have no tolerance for failure I am
quite proud of my daughter, for she fails at nothing.  She
is a natural leader, but where I would lead with fear and
intimidation, she leads with kindness and a sense of fair
play.  I have no doubts that through kindness and
selflessness my daughter will get what she wants out of life
and be happy.  My son on the other hand takes after me.
Everything with Jonathan is a competition and his idea of
fair play is not getting caught cheating.  He is an
excellent athlete, a straight A student and one of the most
popular kids at his school which says a lot considering he
is only a sophomore.
     I never imagined I would be attracted to my own son.
At first I thought my feeling were the natural affection on
has for a child.  Then I told myself that admiring his
beauty was perfectly natural because he was a very beautiful
child.  But as he grew older I came to realize that my love
for him was not just paternal, but sexual.  I kept these
feelings and thoughts well hidden and I planned to leave
them that way had it not been for the events that I shall
now describe.
     It all started an idle Monday morning; Jonathan came
running to the breakfast table with an advertisement for a
car.  "That's it! That is the one I want!" he said excitedly
as he placed the clipping in front of me.  It was only
seventy thousand and I could have written a check out right
there, but that was not the point.
     "Honey, did we say we were buying Jonathan a car?" I
asked looking at my wife.
     "I am pretty sure we didn't." She replied.
     "That is what I thought. No." I said from behind my
paper.
     "What? Why not?" He seemed shocked that we said no.
     "First off, you don't have a license."
     "But I have my permit and I am getting my license
soon."
     "And if he gets a car he can drive my around."
Catherine chirped in trying to help her brother.
     "If he gets a car he won't chuffer you around and
besides, what will your chuffer do if neither of you need a
ride anymore." I argued.
     "I don't care! Fire him! I want that car." That was my
boy, selfish to the very end.  He had what it takes to make
it in this world, but I did not want to give him a free
ride, I mean nothing in this world is free, right?
     "If you earn half the money, your mom and I will pay
the rest."
     "Where am I supposed to get 35 grand from?"
     "Get a job."
     "Doing what? I have football practice, baseball
practice, basketball practice, yearbook committee and I have
to keep my grades up and you want me to do all this and flip
burgers four hours a day to get a car?  Why? I am rich!"
     "No, I am rich.  Your mom is rich.  You can't afford
the toilet paper you wipe your ass with." With that he sat
back in a huff and gave me a glare that would send most
people running.  I went back to my paper, the satisfied
victor of the first battle.  But there would be more battles
to come.  I knew he was plotting something, but I had no
idea how evil my child could be.
     Jonathan stopped by the office later that day.  I was
quite surprised to see him because he should have been at
school.  "Is something wrong?" I asked, concerned.
     "No, I just wanted to talk to you about something so I
figured I would stop by on my lunch break."
     I hit the comm. button to my secretary. "Hold all my
calls until I tell you otherwise."
     "Yes, Mr. Granger." She replied.
     "So what's going on?" I asked, giving my son my
complete attention.
     "Well, Dad...a couple of months ago I needed to use
your computer to print a paper because my printer was out of
ink and I found some pictures."  I knew exactly what
pictures he was talking about; I had a hobby of exchanging
nude pics with teenage boys online.  Nothing ever came of
it; it was just how I got off.  My face was never in any of
the pictures I sent out of course.  But those files were
well hidden and Jonathan would have had to been going
through my stuff to find them.  "I didn't want to bring this
up, but I wonder what mom would think if she knew."
     I was pissed, pissed that my snot nosed son was trying
to blackmail me, pissed that he would go through my things,
just pissed.  But looking at me, I could not have seemed
more nonchalant.  "I have been married to your mother for 16
years and she knows everything about me. So tell her, she
will be far more interested in knowing what you were doing
going through my things."
     Jonathan pouted.  He looked so cute when he was angry.
I had beaten him again and I could just see the wheels
turning, trying to come up with plan B.  "So do you fuck
them?"
     "Watch your language and no, I do not. I've never even
met any of them"
     "Never?"
     "Never."
     "But you want to, right?" He said, standing up from my
desk that he was sitting on and wrapping his arms around my
neck. "I'll make you a deal; I'll give you what you want if
you give me what I want."
     "What are you suggesting?" Not believing he could be
suggesting what I thought he was.
     He sat back on my desk, this time directly in front of
me, with one leg on each side of me.  "You get me that car
and you can do whatever you want to me, right here, right
now and I won't tell a soul."  He leaned back and looked at
me seductively.
     "No." I managed to mutter, all my blood had already
left my brain and headed south.
     "Pity, it might have been fun." He said as he got off
my desk and headed for the door. Before leaving he looked at
me a said, "If you change your mind, let me know."
     I just stared, in shock, mouth agape.  This battle was
most defiantly his, kudos to my boy.  After he left I
immediately unzipped my pants and began jacking off under my
desk.
     As the weeks passed, on the surface everything was
normal.  But when no one was looking Jonathan would give me
these knowing looks that drove me crazy with lust.  But
after awhile I became used to them and everything was okay
again.  One morning I decided that I did not feel like going
to work so I called in.  I thought I had the house to myself
as I went to the fridge in my boxers.
     "Morning." I heard Jonathan's voice behind me and I
jumped
     "What are you still doing here?" I asked.
     "I wasn't feeling too good, so I stayed home."
     "Do you have a fever?" I asked as a concerned father as
I put my hand to his forehead.
     "Do you really want to know? Or is that an excuse to
touch me?"
     I quickly removed my hand and went back to search for
food.
     "Its okay, you can sample the merchandise." He took my
hand and brought it towards his face, I thought he was going
to put my hand back against his forehead, but he stopped at
his mouth and began sucking on one of my fingers.  Feeling
his warm wet mouth on my finger and watching such a
beautiful boy suck on phallic shaped object like that was so
erotic I almost came just standing there.  I knew I should
take my hand away, but I really did not want too.  It took a
lot of self control to pull my finger from his mouth.
     "Don't do that." I mumbled as I ran off to my bedroom
to jack off again.  But Jonathan was right behind me and
entered my room at the same time.  He headed for my bed as
he pulled off his shirt and dropped his sweat pants to the
floor exposing himself to me. "What are you doing?" I asked
as he laid on my bed naked.
     "I am giving you a show." He said as he began stroking
his cock.  I closed the door behind me and headed to the
bed.
     I sat down next to him and asked, "Why are you doing
this to me?"  This was cruel torture and I wanted to know
what I did to deserve it.
     "Honestly?" he said while still stroking himself at a
steady pace.  "Because it is fun, all my life you have
beaten me at everything, but I am going to seduce you and I
am going to get that car.  Just thinking about how much I
can control you with your attraction to me gets me so turned
on I....UUUGGGHHHH!!!" Before he could finish speaking he
had cum all over his well defined chest.  I was so hard I
was leaking precum.  I could not stop staring at the
beautiful cum soaked body that lay before me, begging to be
taken.  The words "resistance is futile" rang through my
mind. Jonathan ran his finger through the cum on his chest
then lifted the finger to my mouth silently offering me a
taste of his juices.  I closed my eyes and took his finger
in my mouth, wishing it was his cock there instead.
     At my weakest moment, instead of pushing harder, he
just got up, grabbed his clothes and left.  I collapsed on
my bed, relieved that he had been merciful.  I took off my
boxers and frantically began jacking off again, with the
taste of his cum still fresh on my tongue.
     A few more weeks went by without incident, but I was
going insane.  I wanted him to tease me.  I wanted him to
seduce me.  When my wife announced her plans for her and
Catherine to fly to Paris to check out the Spring Collection
I could not have been more excited.  An entire week alone
with Jonathan.  My wife and child were barely out the door
before I had Jonathan pinned against the wall.  My hand
holding both of his over his head. "It occurred to me that I
could just take what I want and give you nothing in return,
that way I win."
     "It's true; you are bigger than me and stronger than
me.  And right now I am so turned on I might even fuck you
for free." He said as he leaned in like he was going to kiss
me, then pulling back every time I leaned in to kiss him.
Our lips were never more than an inch apart and I could feel
his breath as he spoke.  He was breathing heavily and he was
quite aroused by me taking control of the situation.  He was
more like me than I ever suspected, dominating people were a
turn on for him too. "But there is one thing you have to
consider."
     "What's that?" I asked in an aroused raspy voice.
     He maneuvered his way out of my grip and ran off
saying, "I really really want that car!"
     I sank, defeated.  That is when it hit me.  I
immediately went to the newspaper clip that was on the
fridge and ran out to buy the car.
     I came back an hour later dangling a pair of keys.
Jonathan ran up to me and hugged me.  He covered my face
with kisses, as he was doing so, I planted a kiss on his
lips, reminding him of what I wanted.  We kissed
passionately as we moved to his bed.  I took of his clothes
and stood back to look at him naked.  He knew exactly what I
was doing, so he laid there giving me that look that
inspired so much lust in me.  I began kissing him, making
sure I licked every part of his body.  I nervously took his
dick in my mouth having never given a blow job I was afraid
I would be bad at it.  But Jonathan encouraged me with his
moans as he grabbed my hair and began fucking my face.  The
tighter his grip on my hair got, the harder my dick got.
     I stopped before he was about to cum and I pulled my
clothes off.  He grabbed a jar of Vaseline from his night
stand and handed it to me while bringing his knees to his
chest.  I pulled his legs back down and rolled him onto his
stomach.  He got up on his knees spreading his cheeks for
me.  I lubed his ass, causing him to moan as I inserted one
finger at a time inside him.  I then positioned myself at
his hole.  I slammed into him at full speed causing him to
jump up and yell "OUCH!" I apologized and pushed him back
down in front of me. I began fucking him and at first he was
groaning in what had to be pain, then they changed to groans
of pleasure.  He began to cum and his tightening of his anus
as he came sent me over the edge causing me to shoot loads
and loads deep inside him.  I pulled out of him with a plop
and collapsed next to him.
     He cuddled up against me and said, "I love you, daddy."
I immediately felt guilty for what I had done.  "I am going
to go try out my car." He said jumping out of bed, throwing
on some pants and running out the door.  I immediately felt
less guilty.  About five minutes after he left he came back
upstairs, "Hey, you gave me the wrong keys!" He yelled.
     "I know, and I will give you the right ones when you
pay me for your half of the car."
     He was pissed and I could not stop smiling, I had won!
Or so I thought.  The rest of the week, Jonathan would not
even speak to me.  Then when my wife and daughter came home,
my dear boy played his final card.  During breakfast, he
says, "Mom, what is a pedophile?"
     "Well...um...a pedophile is an adult that is attracted
to children." My wife said nervously looking at me.  I was
nervously looking at Jonathan; I turned white at the thought
of what he might say next.
     "Eeeww...gross," my daughter added.
     "Where did you hear that word at?" My wife asked.
     "I was flipping channels and saw it on Court TV, I was
just wondering what it meant"
     "Oh..." My wife said completely satisfied with the
explanation.  Conversation went back to normal and I was
relieved.   When breakfast was over, I remained at the table
with Jonathan.
     "The keys are in my nightstand" I said, defeated.
     "Thanks dad." Jonathan said hugging me. "What are you
doing for lunch today?"
     "Nothing, why?"
     "I figured I would stop by and show you how grateful I
am for the car."
     "Sure." I eagerly replied.  Complete surrender had its
benefits.


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