Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2007 21:18:46 -0600
From: Xavier L <xavier.stories@gmail.com>
Subject: Conversion

Conversion
by Xavier L

This is a reader-requested fictional story containing sex between a father
and his minor son. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality,
or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel
free to email me as well.

If you are interested in my other stories, you can find them listed in the
Authors section under XavierL (toward the bottom of the list).

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Me and my 15-year-old son had been through a lot lately.  His mom died
during childbirth, so he never knew her.  I later remarried, and several
months ago she died.  He's been a real trooper through it all.  When he
turned 13 he started some weird behaviors.  I wasn't really sure what the
hell they were about though.  I'd often see him looking at me almost
appraisingly.  Like he was checking me out or something.  My relationship
with my dad wasn't all that close, so I figured it just must be what
teenage boys do.  I know they compare themselves with others a lot, etc.

We do not have a modest home.  It's not uncommon for one of us to be
walking around in our boxers, or nude going from the enclosed porch into
the house after a swim.  Don't usually sit around and chill naked, but if
he did it wouldn't surprise or bother me.  We're all guys after all.
Course having had a woman in the house curtailed some of the nudity when
she was home.

Ray is very affectionate and always has been.  Even at 15 he still cuddles
up to me when we watch TV together.  Some people think I should stop him,
but what the hell does it hurt?  Not like he holds my hand while we're
walking around in the mall!

I will say, however, that lately he's been more affectionate.  Sitting more
closely.  Resting his hand on my thigh.  Nestling into my chest.  Things
like that.  I've been feeling pretty down, so I figured it was his way of
trying to comfort me.  Funny thing, though.  I've also noticed that often
when I'm coming out of the shower, he's sitting on my bed.  Like he's been
waiting for me or something.  Tonight he did it again.  I was watching his
face this time, and I noticed his eyes were spending a lot of time on my
groin while I toweled off. Weird.

We went into the living room and watched a movie.  At the end he asked if I
could give him a rubdown.  Sure thing.  No sweat.  But I had a little
surprise waiting for me.  When I got into his room with the massage oil, he
was laying on his stomach completely naked!  I was a bit startled, but I
figured he was just being a little freer since Diana wasn't around now.
Just thinking of her still hurt.

I walked in, poured oil on his back and then started massaging his neck and
shoulders.  As I moved down, his body seemed to . . . heat up.  As my hands
followed the V shape of his torso, he softly moaned.

"Pretty good, huh?"

"Oh yeah!" he replied.

I continued working down until I was at his waist.

"Don't forget my butt dad.  Coach has been making us do hill repeats, and
my glutes are killing me!"

His butt?  Oh gawd.  "Are you sure you want me rubbing your butt Ray?"

"Course.  It's just a massage!"

I was already kneeling on his bed, so I just moved down and started
kneading his ass muscles.  He moaned louder, and I began kneading them
harder.  As I did his legs spread open some.  His dick was pointing down
toward his feet, and he was hard.  I could see the light brown hair on his
nut sac.  Was he trying to seduce me I wondered.  Just the thought got my
cock rising.  Stop it you fucking pervert! I reprimanded myself.  But it
had been so long. . .

I spread his cheeks apart and stared at his pink puckered hole.  My dick
was fully hard now and twitched at the sight of it.  I released it and
continued massaging, but this time I decided to let a finger slip into his
crack and rub against his hole.  When I did I heard a hiss with his sharp
intake of breath.  His ass seemed to jump into the air a bit.  Kind of like
when you're petting a cat near the base of its tail.

My heart was racing, and I was burning hot.  I tried to gather enough
willpower to tell myself to stop, but my hands would not obey.  I ran my
hands down his thighs making sure to brush against his cock.  Again he
moaned.  As my hands returned to his ass, he said "I love you Dad."

"I love you too Ray."

"You know I'd do anything for you, right? Anything."

"Yes. . . yes, I do." What other confirmation did I need?!  At that point I
lowered myself onto him so that my hard-on was pushing against his ass
through my boxers.  His butt flexed beneath me.  I whispered into his ear
"Are you sure, son?"

His left eyelid opened, and the brilliant green pierced into me.  "Yes.
It's what I want."  As he said this, I felt his hand squeeze my ass cheek
on the side.

I kissed him lightly on the cheek and lifted off of him.  I quickly
stripped out of my boxers and coated my cock with the massage oil.  He
adjusted himself on the bed and moved his cock to a more comfortable
position.  I lowered myself onto him, spread his small, tight cheeks, and
moved my cock to the entrance of his hole.  With one hand I supported my
weight as the other guided my cock as it penetrated him.

As his hole swallowed the tip of my rod, I heard him moan "Yes Dad!"

I continued feeding my cock to his hungry ass.  I became consumed with
lust, his tight ass taking me to new places of ecstasy.  I didn't think
about whether or not he was in pain.  I just kept sliding my cock in as
fast as it would go until finally I was pressed into him, our bodies
connecting as I sank deep inside him.  I tried to pull my cock back out a
bit, but his ass tightened around it.  So I relaxed and let it sink back
in.

"Am I too heavy for you?"

"No," he practically sighed.

In that instant our relationship radically changed.  It was like a switch
had been flipped, and we went from father and son to lovers.  I wanted him.
I hungered for him.  I hadn't felt like this with his mother or with Diana!
Why? Was it our flesh and blood connection?  Some weird male bond?  Or was
it how he willingly gave himself to me? Wanted me to be part of him.

I kissed him softly on the cheek and then on his closed eyelid.  "Have you
done this before?"

"You're my first," he breathed.

I wanted to cry.

"First time with a guy?"

He was silent.

"It's OK."

"Well, Bobby gave me head once."  Bobby was one of his buddies who used to
sleep over a lot.

I could feel the grip on my dick relax, and so I started slowly moving my
cock back and forth in his hot hole.

"Was it good?"  I was now so curious.  What did he taste like I wondered.

"It was OK."

"Have you ever done it with a girl?" I asked, my cock moving more freely
inside of him.  I kissed his soft and smooth shoulder as I waited for his
answer.

"Rebecca and I started to once, but I just wasn't into it."

I continued slowly fucking him in silence for a while.  I wrapped my arms
around his chest as I picked up speed.

"So, are you gay?" I asked.

"I dunno."

I took that to mean he didn't want to talk about it.  Fine with me!  I
began lightly sucking on his neck as I began thrusting faster.  "Is that
OK?" I asked.

"Yeah.  You could do it harder," he said, then adding "If you want to."

I found myself wanting to fuck the hell out of him!  I immediately started
pumping faster and harder.  He moaned, and it drove me faster.  All sense
of space and time was lost.  All that existed was his athletic body beneath
me, and my rod in his virgin hole.  He was giving himself to me heart and
soul.  I needed to truly fuck him.  My body ached for it.

"Get on your knees," I said, stopping my fucking as he moved.  I didn't
want my dick to dislodge.  We moved as a unit.  His torso was still close
to the bed, but his ass was in the air, his knees supporting him.  I
grabbed onto his hips.  "Damn you have such a hot ass!" I heard myself say.
I began making deeper thrusts now.

"Oh gawd! Fuck me Dad, fuck me!"

Reverting to an old nickname, I said "You got it Hotshot!" and I began
pounding his ass.  I tingled all over, and I could feel the head of my cock
swelling.  I was going to cum soon.  The bed creaked beneath us.  I closed
my eyes, but I could still see his taut swimmer's body.  His soft skin
yielded readily to my grip.  My body moved faster than I thought it could
have.  My head fell back as my orgasm built.

It was harder to move much now.  When I pulled back, my dick surged forward
like a magnetic was snatching it back.  I heard my mouth almost howl his
name, and then my cock exploded.  After the initial couple of jets of cum
shot into him, I relaxed against him.  Now I could feel our bodies were
covered with a sheen of sweat, my breath hot against his bare skin.  "Lower
back down slowly so I don't fall out."

He did as I said.  I ran my hands over his rounded shoulders and down his
arms until my fingers could grip his.  I kissed his face gently.  "I love
you so much son. Thank you so very much!"

He squeezed my hands, a satisfied grin on his face.

After a moment I asked "Did you cum?"

He shook his head no.

"Roll with me," I instructed, and we rolled onto our sides so we were in a
spooning position.  My hand slowly slid down his chest, and I rubbed his
nipples briefly before following the ripples of his abs until I could feel
the wiry hairs of his pubes.  His breathing became quicker as I made lazy
circles in the damp hair.  I let my hand rove down further until I could
massage his balls.  They felt almost as big as mine!  And then I moved my
hand to the true prize, wrapped his cock with my fingers and began stroking
him rapidly.

I could feel my dick shrinking as my hand flew up and down his thick shaft.
I had had him circumcised when he was a newborn, so I put released his
dick, spat into my palm and then quickly returned to stroking my boy.  My
precious, beloved boy.  His body shivered as he neared climax.  I nibbled
softly on his ear, and then I felt the hot spray of his jizz flow over my
hand like molten lava from a volcano.

I moved back a little so that he rolled onto his back.  I continued slowly
stroking him as I looked deeply into his blazing emerald eyes.  I lowered
my lips to his and began kissing him.  I felt his mouth open almost at the
same time as mine, and our tongues darted into each other's mouth as we
kissed passionately.

I wiped my hand on his sheet and moved so I was partially on top of him,
one hand playing with his nipple, and the other grabbing him forcefully at
the back of his head.  Finally I released him and moved my mouth to his
neck where I sucked on the salty skin.  I kissed down to a nipple and began
sucking it.

As my orgasm waned, I regained some of my senses.  I stopped what I was
doing.  Smiled at him and kissed him chastely on the forehead and said
goodnight.  Then I got up and walked out of his room.  I slid into my bed
and turned out the light and lay there for what felt like an eternity.  As
I berated myself, an image of his naked body would swim into my mental
vision.

I continued to wrestle with my personal demon as I heard the door to my
room open.  I heard the footsteps come to my bed, and then I felt him
climbing onto my bed and then sliding under the sheets.  He cuddled against
me, his head on my chest.  His fingers played with my chest hair.

"Ray. . . "

His hot breath blew against my chest, and then before I could react or
think, I felt his lips sucking on my nipple.  My dick stirred.  When was
the last time THAT happened? I wondered silently.  Usually I shoot and I'm
done for hours!  What was my son doing to my body?  His hand began moving
down my torso, though.  I opened my mouth to say Ray, stop, but what came
out was "Yes Ray!"

I felt his strong hands on my stiffening cock and my balls.  His touch
brought new life to my dick, and it responded readily.  I felt his lips
beneath my nipple and then lower and then lower.  Fuck! I screamed
silently.  I threw the blanket and sheets off of me and ran my hand over
his bare back.  "Yes, baby boy! Yes! Suck it!" I heard myself say as if I
was somehow disembodied.  Warm air brushed against my eager cock, and I
stiffened as it entered his hot, moist mouth.  "Oh gawd Ray!" I almost
yelled.

I ran my hand back to his head and ran my fingers through his silky hair.
Was it my voice I heard saying "Oh yes Ray! Suck Daddy's cock!"  I realized
I now had a fistful of his hair and was guiding his head up and down on my
rod, occasionally thrusting my cock all the way in.  I heard him gag a few
times, but I was oblivious as to what that meant.  He responded like an
uncaged, ravenous animal and devoured my cock.

"I want your dick!" I said loudly, and we rolled onto our sides in a 69
position.  I sank his hard meat deep into my throat and released him
immediately as I thought I would vomit as my gag reflex kicked in.  His
hands were gripping my ass cheeks firmly as he continuously worked every
inch of his father's cock.  I maneuvered my hips a little more so the back
of his head was against the bed more, and I began pumping his mouth as I
slobbered on his rod.

I wanted him! I wanted him so bad! I sucked on his cock like it contained
lifesaving nectar.  I worked until I could get his whole dick in my mouth
without gagging.  Soon I noticed his sucking was slowing down.  Then I
realized his dick felt bigger and stiffer.  As soon as it hit me why, his
salty seed blasted into my throat.  Once again I was gagging, but I
continued sucking and swallowing until it became easier.  He had stopped
sucking on me, so I kept fucking his mouth.  My orgasm was building as
well.

He began sucking again, and I surrendered his cock as he continued working
mine.  It was building quick.  I moved onto my back and pinched my nipples
as my son sucked on my cock.  The pressure was almost becoming unbearable.
Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I came.  I couldn't believe
the volume that shot from my rod.  Ray gagged too, but he followed his old
man's lead and swallowed the load that assailed his throat.

When he had milked me, he returned to putting his head on my chest.  I
softly stroked his shoulder while his hand lay on my pec.  Diana always
used to bitch because I couldn't fall asleep cuddling with her.  Well, this
night I did.

Yes.  Something had changed in our relationship.  And the last thing I
remembered thinking was "Bring it on!"



There will be future chapters to this story.