Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2011 19:59:04 -0700
From: Micah Allen <coqkilla@hotmail.com>
Subject: Alone With Kyle - Chapter 2

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 2
By Micah Allen

	The next few days were pretty uneventful. Kyle did not mention the
incident and I wasn't sure how to bring it up. I had previously felt
confident that I'd be able to instigate another sexual scenario with him
but my confidence had dissipated a little bit. He'd been quieter around me
since I jerked him off and that made me a little uneasy.

	I knew Kyle wouldn't tell anybody what had happened. We were close,
and I was the only person he really had in the world. His 14th birthday
party (which ended with a sleepover at his friend Adam's house) came and
went and I hadn't been arrested or anything, so I figured he hadn't told
any of his friends.

	Meanwhile, my brain might have been feeling a little less
confident, but my cock didn't seem to get that memo. I got hard nearly
every time Kyle and I were together. I couldn't take my eyes off of
him. His body, that sexy hair...to make matters worse, he liked wearing
these tight-fitting gym shorts that were a little too small for him...the
joys of early puberty, I guess. Most fathers would take their kid to get
new clothes but I chose to enjoy the sights instead.

	I knew it was strange, I still liked pussy and all, but I'd started
to develop a taste for guys – preferably young ones, like my son. I
don't know, maybe it had always been inside me somewhere but I felt like
I'd been more "alive" sexually than I had for years. I felt like a pervert
whenever my son was around, and I didn't know what to do.

	I got by for a week or two just masturbating to stuff on the
internet. It really wasn't hard to find photos of hot young-looking
guys. It felt good, but I still had that craving for my son.

	One night after he'd gone to stay at his friend Adam's house, I
went into his room and found the pair of briefs had worn the day before. I
immediately put them to my nose and inhaled. I almost passed out. It was
that familiar smell of boyhood and sweat, and it was intoxicatingly
strong. I knew it wasn't unusual for a teen boy to go a day or two without
changing his shorts but I wasn't grossed out in the slightest. I had a
massive orgasm jacking off into those shorts.

	It was a few nights later when something finally happened. Kyle and
I were sitting on the couch watching a movie, "District 9" I think. Kyle
was really into the flick, but I was more interested in watching him and
silently playing with myself beneath a throw pillow. Eventually the movie
ended.

	"Can I stay up and watch something else dad?" Kyle pleaded. I
looked at the clock; it was after midnight.

	"I don't think so kiddo," I said. "Your mom would kill me if she
knew I'd let you stay up this late."

	"Mom's not around anymore dad," he reminded me.
	"I know son, but you know what I mean. She's still your mother."

	"She didn't even come to my birthday party," he said sadly. I felt
bad. His mother really was a bitch.

	"Hey, that's okay kid, you've still got your old man," I said
joyously as I reached over and started tickling him. Kyle busted up
laughing as I tickled underneath his arms and up and down his
legs. Eventually my tickling efforts ceased and we sat in silence as I
slowly rubbed my hand around his stomach area.

	"Yeah," he started after a few moments of silence. "It's better
without her."

	"Not so bad, huh?" I said, still rubbing my hand on his
cloth-covered belly. I reached down and pulled his shirt up above his naval
region before continuing. He didn't say anything, just watched my hand
quietly as I allowed my fingertips to gently graze his flesh.

	I did this for awhile longer before moving my hand up beneath his
shirt, onto his chest. I found his left nipple and began to play with it
slowly. Kyle immediately closed his eyes, a soft whimper escaping his
lips. I cautiously rubbed and tugged his nipple, allowing it to harden
before moving to the other one. I wasn't sure what Kyle was thinking at
that moment but he seemed to enjoy it.

	To my delight, his nipples weren't the only thing getting hard. I
could see a rather large lump growing in his tight gym shorts. I licked my
lips, savoring the sight before me. I knew in that moment my confidence had
returned.

	"Take off your shorts," I said sternly. Kyle didn't open his eyes,
didn't even flinch, just pulled his legs back, lifted his butt and pushed
his shorts down. I helped him by pulling his shorts off of his legs and
throwing them to the ground. I helped him lift the shirt off his head and
threw that to the ground as well.

	I'll just say it, Kyle looked fucking beautiful. In the dim light
of my living room he looked like some kind of prince. He always looked good
anyway, but this was special. A pair of tight fitting briefs, not unlike
the ones I'd blown my load into a few days prior, separated me from that
beautifully hard cock of his. I straddled him on the couch, brought my face
level to his and kissed him gently on the lips. He seemed a bit unsure of
what to do so I sucked on his neck instead.

	Honestly when I'm horny I start to lose a bit of control, but Kyle
isn't my wife, he's my fucking son. I wasn't sure if he liked the neck
stuff or me sucking his pits and nips like last time so I moved downward
instead. I knew he'd like this.

	I buried my face into his crotch and inhaled. Oh god, that scent
again. I could practically feel it move through my nose and mouth, into my
dick, making me even harder (if that's possible). His boner felt big and
hot through his undies. I got a little impatient and yanked them right off
of his body.

	His cock, fully erect now, stood gloriously before me. It was
beautiful, about five or six inches I'd guess – and thick, big for his
age. I played with it a little bit, moved it around in my left hand while
my right hand massaged the small bush of pubic hair that was starting to
grow in around it. I jerked it a few times before putting it into my mouth.

	His cock felt so good in my mouth. I just held it there for a few
seconds before sliding it in and out. I hadn't given out a blow job in
years but it just felt so natural. I looked up at his face and saw him
watching me, his eyes half-closed in a look of pure pleasure.

	I pulled his cock almost entirely out of my mouth, allowing my
tongue to work on the head and circle the slit on the tip before devouring
it again, taking it deep into my throat. After a while he started to move
his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside. I took it out of my mouth again
and moved to his balls, gently licking and suckling on them, spreading his
legs with my hand to allow better access. I thought about moving my tongue
to his butthole but I decided that might be pushing it; I'd have to wait
for another day.

	Kyle moved his hands to my head, aiming it back toward his dick. I
licked it like a Popsicle a few times before sucking it back down. I used
my left hand to hold the base of his dick steady while I sucked it hard,
and used my right hand to undo my pants and stroke my aching dick.

	After a few more minutes of sucking, Kyle began humping my mouth
again. His eyes were shut tight now, and his breathing was a lot
shallower. I knew he was close. I could feel his hot little body tremble
slightly and his cock spasm in my mouth as he filled me with his hot
load. I swallowed it all down with delight, thinking it might never stop
spewing into my throat.

	I pulled his dick out of my mouth and began to jack my cock
feverishly. Kyle's eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he saw me
working my giant dick. I knew I probably should have warned him but I
didn't give a fuck, I blew my load all over his already wet crotch. He
jumped slightly when the white hot liquid touched him, but settled back
down as a few more waves struck his skin.

	We both sat there in silence trying to catch our breath. It was
definitely more awkward now. I knew he wouldn't speak first.

	"Bet you've never felt that before, huh?" I asked, referring to the
blow job I'd just given him.

	"Umm," he started. "Actually, I've done that before," he said
softly. I was shocked.

	"What? With who?" I asked, concerned that someone (other than me)
was molesting my hot son.

	"Adam," he said. His best friend. Should have known.

	"When?"

	"The night of my birthday," he said. "He sucked my dick like you
did, right after I told him about you tugging my dick that one day."

	I was stunned. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. To be honest
I was just a little bit jealous, too. I thought I'd been the first to
pleasure my son like that, but apparently little Adam had beat me to it. I
thought for a few seconds about what to do now.

	"Go get ready for bed," I told Kyle. He grabbed his clothes and
started to head down the hall toward his room again. "One more thing," I
said.

	"Yeah dad?"

	"First thing tomorrow I want you to give Adam a call. Tell him you
want him to spend the night here tomorrow night. Better yet, ask him to
spend the whole weekend," I said. Kyle gave a nervous smile, nodded, and
headed toward his room again. I wasn't sure about any of this, but I knew
things were about to get a lot more interesting.