Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2000 10:37:32 EST
From: RT
Subject: Dad and Son's Holidays

      The following story is ficitional.  There is no basis in reality for
the events and situation in the story.  I would appreciate any input from
real dads and adults sons who are actually experiencing this in real life.

      Erick and Derek Wilson would be having a different holiday
celebration than the previous year.  Erick's wife had gotten tired of the
marriage and had run away with an ex-college sweetheart.  It proved to be a
blessing in disguise for Erick, since the marriage had lost its spark years
ago.  On the other hand, his dad's marital troubles had not affected Derek
in the least.  In fact, it gave him the opportunity to form a closer bond
with his dad.
      At 39 years of age, 6'3", 215#, blonde hair, hazel eyes, Erick Wilson
resembled a Greek god: tall, muscular, with a pair of piercing eyes which
would melt the resolve of any straight man.  His son, Derek , 19, stood at
6'4", blonde hair and blue eyes, 210#, with a very pronounced physique.
Derek had certainly inherited his dad's good looks.  Mr. Wilson look far
younger than his years indicated.  Derek's college friends were amazed to
realize that father and son looked more like older brother-younger brother.
      After his marriage fiasco, Erick was burned on women for a while.  He
wanted to explore and experiment.  Seeing his son enjoy college life so
much reminded him of his own activities in a fraternity.  And these
activities were not limited to romps with the sorority sisters.  Erick
recalled with fondness the homoerotic hazing rituals of the early 80's: how
he was made to suck off his men's dicks through a glory hole in an adult
bookstore, part of a frat ritual.  He recognized some of his frat brothers
would use the guise of a hazing ritual to get their rocks off.  Also, there
was always a senior frat brother outside of the stall, making sure that
pledge Erick sucked and sucked and sucked.
      Erick daydreaming reverie was broken by the words of an angel: "Dad,
dad, snap out of it..... Do you know where I left my new pair of jeans?"
His son Derek was constantly forgetting where he left his clothes.  And, as
he faced his dad, the younger Wilson wasn't wearing much of anything: just
a small towel wrapped around the waist.  His father could not help but
stare at his son: muscular bod, mas- sive pecs, broad shoulders, slender
hips, slightly hairy chest and wet all over from having just gotten out of
the shower.  Derek was not noticing that he was dripping all over his dad.
      Not that his Dad minded..  Ever since the divorce, he had been having
prolongued looks at his son.  Looking at his son reminded him of his own
college years.  "Dad, would you mind drying my back?, said Derek to his
father."  "Not a problem, stud."  "Derek winked at his dad as he dropped
the towel in front of his dad.  Again, Erick was stunned to be in front of
his grown boy.  He didn't fail to no- tice that Derek was getting a
sizeable hardon.  Could it be that his own boy was testing him... trying to
seduce him?  "Come on Dad, you look like you're in dream- land."  He turned
around, not more than 12 inches from his dad's face.  Derek looked like a
blonde Adonis, with a 9 inch cut cock.  " I said to dry my back, not my
front......  Daddy."  As Erick dried off his son, he reminded himself that
as a young boy, his son Derek would always use "Daddy" in a deliberate
manner whenever he was up to something or he wanted something from his dad.
What did Derek want from him?
      All of a sudden, Erick felt that his neck was beginning to get sore.
He rubbed his neck with his hand.  Of course, Derek noticed his father's
discomfort.  "Here Dad, let me help you...." Derek was still wearing only
his smile as he got behind his father and started to massage his neck.  Dad
was only wearing silk boxers, so he definitely felt the heat coming from
his son as Derek pressed his body against his.  The moans coming out of
Erick's mouth were not only because of the neck massage, but his stud son's
body applying pressure against his.  If that was not bad (good?) enough,
Erick was also feeling something hard poking behind him.  It seems that the
young Wilson was revealing a hard on.  Now, it was Derek's turn to daydream
as he looked on dreamingly at his dad's torso.  He always had feelings for
his dad... but as a father and son.  They had a close bond.  Now, those
kinds of feelings were changing.
      His young hands applied gentle pressure on his dad's neck.  Derek
moved further down and was massaging Erick's back.  And enjoying every
minute of it.  He pressed his face against the back of his dad's head and
seemed to want to nibble on the ears.  He held back all of a sudden and
moved his hands further lower and reached his father's ass.  "Dad, I think
I need to massage just one more place."  Derek's sweaty and firm hands went
into his father's boxers and kneeded those sturdy buns like dough.  His
circular motions on his ass only elicited more excited moans from Erick.
Both of the Wilson men were enjoying himself, but with hardly a word coming
from each other's mouths.  No longer were they merely father and son, but
rapidly approaching lovers....
      Derek's face demonstrated disappointment as his father shouted: "I'm
going to be late for work... Let's put our clothes on."  Both Wilson men
had come close to crossing the boundaries of a father-son relationship.
Erick had gone to his own bathroom and turned on the showerhead to a cold
stream of water.  "What almost happened.. he thought to himself.  Could it
be that he was as turned on by his son, as Derek was turned on by him?"  It
took all of his mental energies to keep focused on his job at an investment
firm. One of his duties was to inspect potential investments for his
clients and report on their viability and potential.  He was due to visit a
bar called "The Rainbow Saloon" in the artistic district of his town.
      Meanwhile, Derek could only think of the heat and sparks that flew
between him and his dad earlier in the day.  He constantly worked out with
his buddies.  Even they noticed the distracted look on Derek's face.
"What's with you
 bud, you look like you have a major case of the blue balls?  Who is the
object of your affections, then?  Come on, spill."  Derek's college buddies
were not aware than even though Derek had a well-known reputation as a
Lothario around campus, Derek's mind also lingered in the direction of men.
Actually, Derek wanted to experiment with a guy, but he was deliberate in
deciding.  His close adventure with his dad made him want to experiment
with someone special.... his own dad!
      Later in the day, Derek and his buddies were goofing around when one
of them decided to play a game: "Truth or Dare."
 It was practically a ritual among these group of guys.  They always had to
submit to a question or actually DO the dare.  "Truth or dare, Derek?  He
replied: "Dare."  "All right buddy, I dare you to go inside that country
bar in the Warehouse District.  (There is such a district in downtown
Austin, Texas.)  You have to stay inside for one hour."  Derek was game and
made arrangements to go to that place.  His three buddies would be outside
the door, to make sure that Derek actually went along with his dare.
      It was late in the evening and Erick had put in some long hours.  He
remembered that he had one more task to do: to visit the "Rainbow Saloon"
as a favor for his most important client.  He could also stand to drink a
cold brew by now.  His client actually picked him up at work in a long
limousine.  This man had some major bucks.  Mr. Client was friends with the
current manager of the "Rainbow Saloon."  As they arrrived, Erick could not
help but notice that this particular bar was filled to the brim with and
exclusively male clientele.  Mr.  Client mentioned to Erick : "Oh, I may
have failed to mention this... But this is a gay country dance bar."
Mr. Wilson's eyes widened as he heard this news.  He was tired and thirsty
and wasn't about to present any objections to a potential investment for
his top client.
      Mr. Client's manager friend had decorated the bar in the best holiday
tradition.  Everything was in the definitive Christmas motiff.  He was also
upset that his Santa Claus, who was a major tradition at this bar, had
called in sick.  Where would he find another willing Santa Claus at this
late hour?  When Mr. Client heard this, he turned to Erick Wilson and said:
"Erick, I know this is an imposition, but would you help out my friend
here?  I would be eternally gratefu to your help."  How was Erick to refuse
his client's wishes?  With a sense of trepidation, Erick went into the
changing room and put on the Santa Claus garb.  When he got out, a cheer
went up inside the bar when they realized Santa Claus was ready to take
"requests" from the clients.  Their favorite part of this was sitting on
Santa's lap and taking bets as to who would be the first to get Santa to
develop a hard-on.
      Erick's Santa Claus outfit was certainly form fitting.  The patrons
could certainly tell that this was a major Grade A, First Class HUNKY Santa
Claus.  And The fact that he was in his late 30's gave him that much more
of an appeal.  A long line quickly formed, so they could have the
opportunity to sit on Santa's lap.  Erick stunned to be the object of
affection of so many gorgeous guys.  The young college guys especially said
some x-rated words in his ears.
 Erick must have blushed a hundred times.  Around this time, it was time
for Derek to come inside this country bar.  His buddies were outside,
making sure that he fulfilled his "dare" promise.
      When Derek came into the bar, he realized two things: One, that there
were only guys in the bar and Two, this was a GAY country bar.  He
overheard the manager and Mr. Client exclaim: "Wow, there never has been
this sort of commotion with any previous Santas."  Naturally, Derek went to
the source of excitement in the bar.  In the outside patio area, he noticed
a very good looking Santa Claus.  There was something about this Santa
Claus that reminded him of someone... As he got closer in line, he thought
to himself: "No, it couldn't be....?"  Somehow, Erick had managed to keep
from having a hard on.  It must have been those drinks he had been plied
with.  This particular bar had a yearly tradition: whoever made Santa Claus
get a hard-on --would get his wish and give Santa Claus a blow job.  A lot
of horny guys were disappointed that, despite their best efforts, Santa had
not succumbed.
      It came to Erick's turn to sit on Santa's lap.  "Of course, Erick
(Santa) was stunned, but also pleased that his 19 year old son was now
sitting on his lap.  "What would you like Santa to get for you this
Christmas?  Derek responded: " I would like Santa to get me this.... and he
stroked Santa's cock in front of the entire saloon crowd.  They all gasped
as Santa Claus started to get a major hard-on.  The manager interjected:
"Well, it seems that one lucky guy is getting a special treat from Santa
Claus."  He whispered into Derek's ear.  Then, Derek, started to unzip
Santa Claus's suit..... leaving him only with the hat and beard.  The crowd
was going WILD!!  When the suit and pants began to drop, Derek noticed that
Santa had birthmark JUST like his own Dad.  When his happed, both Derek's
and "Santa's" eyes locked into each other... They knew......"  Derek's
hands rubbed all over his Dad's chest and torso...  He started to lick his
nips and chest... Shouts of "suck him, suck him" rang as they saw Derek
getting closer and closer to his main prize.  It was a HUGE dick that was
making his mouth water.  Erick was going along lustily with this game.  His
eyes glazed over as his "boy" swallowed him all at once.  Erick placed his
hands on his son's head and he faced fucked him..
      Not only was his son Derek sucking him, but in front of a huge
crowd!!  It was getting to be too much for him.. All the sexual frenzy of
the guys who had tried to seduce him and suddenly enjoying sex with his son
was getting him close to the brink.  Both father and son were covered in
sweat and precum.  Santa Claus then removed his hat and beard.  A definite
hush went over the crowd as they perceived the close resemblance between
"Santa Claus" and the young hot stud who was sucking him.  "Ohhhhhhhyesss,
that is SOOOOO good..  You want my load boy!!
 Yes, yes, I WANT IT!!  Here it comes... aaaahhh ARRRGHHHHH UGGHHHH! "
Erick had unloaded jets and jets of hot cum into his OWN son's mouth..
Derek could not keep up with the flow and his dad's juiced flowed out out
of his mouth.  "You are soooo hot, DAD!!  Let's do it again at home."  At
the sound of this, the crowd was in SHOCK!!  They had just witnessed an
actual father and son having some heavy duty sex!!! It was a fantasy come
true for them!!  They were even more surprised when they heard Derek's dad
(aka Santa Claus) say: "When we get home son... I'm going to FUCK your hot
ass ALL NIGHT LONG!!"
      So, Erick and Derek Wilson's Christmas wish DID CUM true!!

(I would love to hear from any fathers and adult sons about current
experiences.  One wish of mine is to actually "meet" up with a real dad and
adult son team.  "It can happen?")

All rights reserved by author.  Any names and situations that resemble real
life is entirely coincidental.