Date: Thu, 26 Mar 2009 22:56:53 -0600
From: Xavier Lancaster <xavier.stories@gmail.com>
Subject: Drunk and Stressed

Drunk and Stressed
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his preteen
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 are interested in my other stories, you can find them listed in the
Authors section under XavierL (/nifty/prolific.html#xavierl).

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

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to existing ones at xavier.stories@gmail.com.


It had been a long week, and now that it was Friday night I was going to do
some serious drinking.  I started as soon as I came home.  I had ordered
pizza on the way home, so I had enough time to get changed before it
arrived.  I walked in the house and greeted my 12-year-old son Bryan.  I
told him we were having pizza as I grabbed a beer and headed to my room.

I came out wearing a wife beater and flannel lounging pants.  When Bry saw
me, he looked confused and asked if I was going to bed early.

"Nope, sport.  Just getting comfortable. Daddy's going to get drunk
tonight," I said with a big grin and a swig of beer.

"Can I get comfortable, too?"

"You don't have to ask permission.  You live here, silly."  The doorbell
rang, and so I took care of the pizza while he got changed into a tank top
and was sporting only his boxers.

We ate dinner while I graduated to heavy liquor.  We moved to the couch
while Bry put on a movie.  He snuggled up to me as I continued drinking.

"Are you upset?"

"Why, bud?"

"Is that why you're drinking so much tonight?" he asked.

I gave him a squeeze and explained it just had been a rough week, and I
needed to get loose and relaxed.

"Oh, okay."

After a while I got up, used the head, and grabbed more booze and soda for
mixers.  I plopped down next to me son.  He rested his hand on my thigh as
I took a deep drink.  A while later I was almost fading in and out when I
heard Bryan say "Dad, you didn't button your fly."

"I don't give a shit," I slurred.  "I'll just let it air out," I said
laughing in my drunken stupor.  I don't know how much longer it was when I
vaguely noticed his hand higher up my thigh.  I'm talking REALLY high.  In
fact I think I could feel his finger on the head of my cock.  I was too
fucked up to think beyond that, but I did, for whatever reason, move my
hand to my boy's neck and start playing with the hair.

I guess that was what he needed because the next thing I knew his fingers
were inside my pants.  His fingertips rubbed the shaft of my cock.  I
spread my legs a bit, and he fished my growing dick out of my fly.  I
softly moaned as he started stroking my cock.  His fingers tried to access
my nuts, but it was kind of hard to get to them.  Wanting to oblige I
reached down and shoved the flannel down to my knees.

He pulled them down the rest of the way and helped me get out of them.  He
gently massaged my balls for a moment, and then I felt his fingers under my
shirt.  He pushed my shirt up until my chest was exposed.  I pulled his
head to my chest, and I felt his tongue probing one of my nipples.

I stripped my shirt off as he continued gently stroking me and sucking on
my nipple.  Suddenly I felt his lips at my neck sucking on it softly.
Without really understanding why, I reached over and grabbed his tank and
stripped it off him.

His lips moved to the other side of my neck as he moved onto his knees
beside me.  Then his mouth moved to my other nipple and began sucking on
it.  I ran my hand up and down his bare, smooth back.  I guided his face up
to mine and kissed him on the lips.  I felt his tongue slide past my lips,
and I opened my mouth in response.  As we frenched I moved my hand to his
groin.  My fingers found the entrance to his boxers, undid the button, and
slid in.  I began rubbing his cock.

He broke our kiss and moved into me so that his chest was at my mouth. I
began sucking on his small nipple.  "Daddy!" he breathed.  I moved to his
other nipple as my heads grabbed onto his boxers and shoved them down.  I
rubbed the perfect mounds of his bare ass before moving back to his dick
and rubbing his hairless sac.

He moved away, and I forced my eyes open and watched him strip out of his
boxers.  He smiled at me and returned to the couch naked.  I reached up and
gently guided his head down toward me.  To my surprise, and great pleasure,
his head went in a different direction downward.  I licked my lips as I
felt the momentary caress of his hot breath before it was enshrouded by the
moistness of his mouth.

"Ohmigawd yes!  Suck my dick, Bry!"  I began humping his mouth and guiding
his head down further onto my meat.

After a few moments I released his head and instructed him to suck on my
balls.  As he did that, I slid my hand down his bare back.  I went a little
too far and was soon stroking his perfect ass.  I could've sworn I heard
him say "Yes, Dad!" as my finger slipped into his crack.  So this time I
moved it deeper into his crack.  He moaned and returned my rod to his
mouth.

I found his hole and began rubbing it with my finger.  His sucking picked
up speed.  That got me curious, and so I moved my middle finger to my mouth
and got it nice and slobbery.  Then I returned it to his crack and gently
pushed until it entered his hole.  He shivered and started sucking wildly
as I fingered him.

Suddenly he stopped sucking and moved off the couch.  "Stretch out.  I'll
be right back."

"Where ya goin?"

"To get some Vaseline."

"What the fuck does he need Vaseline for?" I asked under my breath as I got
into position.  I absentmindedly stroked my meat until he returned.  I
watched him put the goop on my cock and stroke me, still clueless as to
what he was doing.  "I really liked it when you had your mouth on it, son."

He smiled and replied "You'll really like this, too."

I pulled him up to where my head was.  I leaned up and began blowing his
wood.  After a while he moved away and straddled my hips.  He leaned
forward and began kissing me.  I took hold of his dick and began stroking
him as we kissed.

He moved away and leaned back.  I smiled at him as I felt him grab my cock
firmly.  He moved backward, returning my smile.  I saw him lift up a
little.

"What ya doin' . . . " my question was cut off as I felt my cock enter the
incredibly tight grip of his hole.  My hands flew to his hips as he began
lowering himself on my dick.  "Oh sweet Jesus!" I cried out as I felt his
ass swallowing my rod.

When I could open my eyes, I watched the mixed look of pleasure and pain on
his face.  I couldn't contain myself and started pushing up with my hips
and then began slowly fucking him.  When his butt was finally pressing into
me and my cock buried deep inside him, my hands went to my head as he began
riding me.  I bent my knees and planted my feet into the cushions.  He rose
and fell on my dick, and as he came down I thrust upward.

"Fuck, Bry!  Your ass is so awesome!  You're so fuckin' hot!"

"I love you, Daddy!"

"I love you too, Bry!  And I love fucking your sweet hole!"  I continued:
"Ride me baby!"  He sped up, and I could feel my orgasm building.  "YES
baby!"  He rode me hard until I exploded.  I swear I saw stars flashing in
my vision.  I finally had to stop him as it felt so good it was almost
painful.  When my orgasm slowed down, and I could breathe again, I grabbed
his dick and stroked it fast.  He was moaning.  It took only seconds before
I felt his hot jizz land on me.  I gripped the head as his dick oozed cum.

When I released his dick, he got off me.  "Where ya goin, baby?" I asked
and pulled him back down.  He stretched out on top of me, and I held him
tight as I passed out.

When I awoke, it was still dark, so I figured it was night still.  I
staggered into my room, took a leak, popped a couple aspirin, and then
crawled into my bed and fell fast asleep.

When I woke up, I used the bathroom and showered.  I slipped on some shorts
and walked into the kitchen.  Bryan was eating at the table.  "Hey sport!"
I said cheerily.

"Morning, Dad!" he said smiling.

I walked over to him and gave him a lingering hug.  I wondered for an
instant if I had dreamt what happened last night.

"Did you have fun last night, Daddy?"

I released him, stood up, and tousled his hair.  "Oh yes, the most fun I've
ever had!"

He beamed at me as he stared at my crotch.

My dick began growing.  I reached up and massaged his earlobe.  He smiled
and reached up and rubbed my enlarging lump.

"See something you like, do you?" I should stop him, I thought, and this
time I can't blame being shit-faced drunk either!  So what did I do?
Naturally I stripped out of my shorts and moved closer so that my cock was
rubbing against his lips.

His mouth opened and admitted my cock.  He pivoted in his chair, gripped
both my ass cheeks, and went to fucking town on my hard meat.  I humped his
face for a few moments before pulling my cock out of his mouth.  I sank to
my knees, grabbed his boxers and roughly yanked them off.  He spread his
smooth, creamy thighs, and I buried my head in his crotch, devouring his
cock.

After blowing him for a while, I stopped and asked "Can I get inside that
sweet ass of yours again, baby?"

He smiled at me, and said "Of course, Daddy!"

"Good boy! I'll be right back," I said.  I practically ran to my room and
grabbed some lube.  He was standing by the couch rubbing his pecker when I
returned.  I coated my cock with the lube and then had him kneel down and
bend over the cushion.  He spread his cheeks apart hungry for my dick.  I
entered him as fast as I could, but I had to hold back when I heard him
suck in his breath through gritted teeth.  "Sorry, baby!" I said and slowly
moved my dick back and forth until he was adjusted.

As soon as I possibly could, I began picking up speed and fucking him
harder.  He moaned with each thrust.  "You like Daddy's dick?" I asked
facetiously.

"YES!"

I started fucking him faster.  I couldn't believe how tight his hole was!
I knew I wouldn't last long, but this hot ass was worth it!  I could not
control my pace.  My dick was in control, and in no time I was ramming him
hard.  Unfortunately, though, way too soon I could feel my orgasm readying.

I spit into my hand and took hold of his cock as I entered my final frenzy.
We shot at almost the same time, he shortly after me.  His twitching dick
made his ass muscles squeeze my cock.

When my dick finally stopped and began shrinking, I playfully smacked him
on the rump and pulled out.  I sat on the couch, and he moved into my lap,
his head resting on against me.  I lifted his head up by the chin and
kissed him passionately.  As we rested together, I looked forward to this
weekend more than any other I can ever remember.