Date: Sat, 6 Aug 2011 20:23:19 -0700
From: Micah Allen <coqkilla@hotmail.com>
Subject: Alone With Kyle - Chapter 1

Disclaimer: This story depicts sexual acts between a father and his young
son. This story is a work of fiction. I'm a relatively new writer so if you
have any comments, feel free to send me an email: coqkilla@hotmail.com :)

ALONE WITH KYLE - Chapter 1
By Micah Allen

      My greatest trait has always been my cock. Sounds arrogant, I know,
but it's true. My cock is huge. Even in high school, the guys from the
locker room were always talking about how big my dick was. They were a
jealous, a few of them probably interested. I had always been good with the
ladies, but when word got around about my massive cock, I suddenly became
even more popular.
      I couldn't begin to tell you how much pussy I've fucked in my life. I
fucked a lot of girls in high school, and a lot more in college. I was
wild. One girl, Denise, managed to "tame" me at an early age, but it didn't
stop me from chasing tail. Hell, it made me more motivated. The girls
couldn't get enough of my huge cock, and I seriously couldn't get enough of
them.
      Years have gone by since it began. High school girls turned into
college girls. College girls turned to co-workers, bar flies, and even
hookers. When I got my promotion at work, secretaries and assistants became
my new thing. My wife was oblivious to all of it, or so I thought.
      I came home from work one day, late like usual, to find my wife's car
missing from the drive way. Inside I discovered that the house was a
wreck. Lots of shit missing, mainly her shit, or shit I bought her. Her
clothes were gone, suitcases were missing. A note lay on the bed: "Had
enough, leaving you." All it said. It cut like a knife. The next time I'd
speak to my wife it'd be through lawyers.
      Denise did leave one thing, one very important thing: our 12 year old
son, Kyle. It didn't really surprise me to be honest. She was a good woman
but she wasn't the most nurturing, and she was very career oriented. I
figured she'd found some young business partner stallion to ride off into
the sunset with (not far from the truth actually), and he likely gave a big
"NO" to bringing the kid along.
      Telling Kyle his mother had left was hardest thing I have ever
done. Kyle is a good kid. A great kid, actually. Smart, caring, sensitive
-- he didn't say much about her departure but I could tell it hurt him
much more than it hurt me.
      The year following my divorce was a weird one. I spent fewer nights
out late in bars chatting up disgruntled housewives and later fucking them
in the bathroom. I spent more time with my son. I couldn't get enough of
him I'm sure a big reason is guilt, I felt terrible about my wife leaving
us and tried to fill the void in his life with more father-son time, but I
also enjoyed just spending time with him. He was all I had.
      My son is beautiful, I'll say it now. I can already tell he's going
to be such a stud when he grows up. Chip off the ole block, eh? He actually
does look a lot like me. He's also into the same things I was back at his
age -- sports and girls, mostly. Early for a kid to be into girls, I
know, but he's definitely following in his father's footsteps. He's already
had several little girlfriends that I know of although he has assured me
they aren't anything serious.
      The first time I began to notice my son in a sexual manner was just a
few weeks before his 14th birthday. He came home from school one day
earlier than usual, excited, asking if he could spend the night at his
friend Adam's house. I was at my computer when he asked me, and when I
swiveled the chair around to respond I was met with quite a site. His dick
was hard in his shorts. I mean there's no other way to say it, I could see
it clear as day. My son had a hard-on, a beautifully hard hard-on that his
basketball shorts were doing a poor job of concealing.
      I stifled myself a little bit, caught me completely off guard. I
swallowed hard and told him yes, he could go to Adam's house, but he had to
be home early the next morning. He hurried out the door with his backpack,
traveling just a few houses down to Adam's home.
      I couldn't get the image of his cloth-covered stiffy out of my
head. I knew it was wrong but I just couldn't shake it. My son had popped a
boner and it completely turned me on. I pulled up some porn, straight porn,
and hastily beat off but it didn't stop me from thinking about my son's
cock.
      This wasn't the first time a cock had made me hot although it'd been
years since I'd done anything with a guy. The first and only guy I'd ever
messed around with was my friend Jake and that was years ago. I was 14 or
15 then. Whenever he'd sleep over the conversation would turn to sex and
eventually we'd both be hard. I don't remember who instigated the situation
but eventually we started jacking off together, later jacking each other
off and even giving each other head. I'm not normally attracted to guys but
Jake was one hot dude. I get hard thinking about it.
      I suppose that's why I got so turned on by Kyle's hardness. It
brought back those feelings of youth and my times with Jake. I knew it was
wrong but I suddenly had the impulse to do something, anything. I had to
see my son's cock.
      When Kyle returned the next day, he was drenched in sweat. It was a
hot day out and he said they'd been playing basketball for awhile before he
decided to return home. I didn't scold him for being late, in fact I didn't
even think about it. My mind was elsewhere.
      "Kyle," I said unsure of myself. Oh god, how was I going to initiate
this? "I think we need to have a talk," I blurted out.
      "About what?" he asked.
      "Well, you're getting older son," I started in slowly. "You're not a
boy anymore. You're becoming a man. Your body is going through some
changes." Kyle laughed at this.
      "Dad, I'm not a little kid!" he said. "I know all about that stuff."
      "You do?" I asked, feigning surprise.
      "I know about how guys change as they get older, they get bigger and
they get more hair everywhere. I'm already starting to get some. And I know
about sex, too." I suddenly felt a bit relieved. I didn't really want to
have "the talk" with him. I was embarrassed for even starting that
conversation.
      "What do you know about sex?" I asked him, curious.
      "I know a guy and a girl have sex to make babies. I know the guy puts
his...thingy...inside the girl and that's what makes her pregnant. I know
guys can make cum and that's what makes the baby."
      "You know about cum, huh?" I asked. I felt nervous and unsure of what
to say. I didn't know where I was going with this so I decided to be
bold. "Can you make cum, Kyle?"
      He hesitated. "Yeah," he said. "I can do it."
      "How do you know that, son?" I asked.
      "Well sometimes I...play with it," he said shyly. The look on his
face was of slight embarrassment, but at least he was being honest.
      "It's okay son. No need to be shy. Guys do it all the time."
      "Yeah, I know," he said.
      "You do?" I said, suddenly feeling quite daring. This conversation
was making me pretty horny and I really needed to act on it. "Wanna play
with it now?
      "What do you mean?" he asked.
      "Well, guys play with themselves, but they can also play with each
other too," I said. I honestly didn't feel like explaining and my dick was
too hard, so I decided to show him instead.
      I reached over and grabbed the front of his shorts. He jumped a
little. I reassured him it was fine and he seemed to calm down a little,
though he still seemed a bit frightened. This was an unfamiliar touch,
after all. I slowly rubbed my hand up and down the front of his gym shorts,
trying to create as much friction as possible. He started getting hard
almost immediately.
      I slowly hooked my thumb into his shorts and pulled them down. He
didn't stop me. I just about drooled when I saw the white of his tight
cotton briefs. His cock was growing harder by the second and it looked
insanely hot. My giant cock was leaking in my jeans.
      "You said you're starting to get some hair," I said. "Where at?"
      He didn't say a word, simply stepped back a bit and lifted his shirt
over his head. He lifted his arms up revealing his sweaty armpits. He was
right, they were dusted over with just the perfect amount of hair. I
couldn't help myself. I held his arm back and slowly lowered my head to his
sweaty pit, licking it up and down. I took in his beautiful boy scent, hot
and musky, almost creaming my pants right then and there.
      "That tickles," he said, trying not to giggle. I didn't care. I moved
to the other armpit and did the same before moving my head to his chest,
kissing up to his neck. If I had bothered to look at his face I would have
seen a look of pure confusion but I didn't care. I instead moved to his
little pink nipples, licking them, sucking them, resisting the urge to
nibble as I didn't think he'd get that at all. I didn't want to frighten
him too badly.
      Looking back, I almost can't believe my behavior right there in my
own living room. This wasn't one of those bitches longing for my rocket
cock, this was my 13 year old son and I was essentially sucking on his tits
as if he were a woman. I didn't care, though; I was in ecstasy.
      I began kissing down his belly until I reached those cotton
briefs. Damn he looked good in them. It was then that he started shaking
and I felt bad. He was scared. I don't know what he thought I was doing,
maybe he thought I was going to bite it off, I don't know. I wondered if I
should go further but I was too far in to go back now.
      I sat up. "Take your pants all the way off," I said. He removed his
shoes and then ditched the pants, still shaking a bit as he did so. "Sit on
my lap," I said softly.
      I didn't really want to draw this out too much further. I needed to
end it but I didn't want to leave him with a bad experience. He sat on my
lap facing away from me, his warm little ass sliding up against the massive
bulge in my jeans. I'm sure he felt it but he didn't say anything.
      I reached down and traced his dick through his white briefs, feeling
its shape and hardness. He was certainly big for his age, once again taking
after dear old dad. His breath felt a little uneven and I could tell this
felt good, even if he wasn't saying it.
      I slowly reached my hand down into his underwear and took hold of his
dick. He shuddered. I knew I had him now. I wasted no time as I began to
pump his dick up and down, up and down, tugging it inside those tight white
briefs of his. He moaned. I picked up speed. Tugging it harder with one
hand as my other rubbed his inner thigh, allowing my fingertips to slip
inside the bottom of his briefs and graze over his scrotum.
      He leaned his head back into me, covering his mouth with his upper
arm as he tried to conceal his moaning. It encouraged me even more and I
upped the pace, jacking his dick off at lightning speed. It didn't take
long before he cried out, spilling his hot seed inside his briefs,
drenching my hand in cum.
      I slowed down. I allowed him to cool off a bit before stopping. I
played with his dick a little bit, rubbing the sticky liquid around inside
his briefs before releasing him. He seemed a little out of it.
      "Feel good?" I asked quietly. He only nodded. "Good. Now go wash up
and I'll make us some lunch."
      I removed my hand from his briefs and he stood. I couldn't help but
stare at his sexy little ass as he gathered up his clothes and disappeared
down the hallway, into his bedroom.
      My cock literally felt like it could explode at any minute. That was
the single hottest thing I had experienced in a long ass time. I quickly
unzipped myself and, using my sticky cum-covered hand, jacked myself
off. It didn't take long before I erupted all over my stomach. It felt
amazing.
      I made up my mind right then and there that this would happen again,
and soon. It had to. I'd shown mercy to Kyle this time, but I knew next
time I'd up the ante.