Date: Mon, 1 Jun 1998 10:08:00 -0800 From: chucketal@email.com Subject: B&B 6 (Father and Son in the Park) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WARNING: If you are offended by sex between men, sex between a boy and a man, sex between boys, sex between teenaged boys, sex between a man and a teenager, sex between adult and child or any combination thereof--where some of them may be related by blood, marriage or just plain lust-- you definitely shouldn't be reading this story. If this type of sex is illegal or immoral in your particular state, province, country, stop reading now and go away. If, according to your local laws, you're under age, no fair peeking below. These stories are purely fantasy based upon real events that took place. Some of the following events may contain graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and MINORS. Any resemblance to any particular adult or child just your over-active imagination. Some of the following story may depict unprotected sex. It's fantasy. You are reality. Practice safe sex. I do not condone either incest or child abuse, however adult to child-love-sex as described in the following experiences are a matter of fact and I make no excuses for what might have happened. Copyright 1998 by Chucketal. All rights reserved. You have the right to download this story to keep on your computer, and to print a hard copy if you preserve the title, warning and copyright notice. You do not have the right to repost this, pass it on to anyone, or use it for commercial purposes. You have my permission to enjoy this story as stated above and let others know where to find it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is the one of many experiences I plan to write about possible wonderful bed and breakfast experiences. All of these stories are based upon similar guest situations. It goes without say that the names of the people and the places where they took place have been changed. If you like what I have written, please drop me an e-mail. If any of the people involved in the stories are reading this, please send me an e-mail. I would love to hear from you. This is one of a series of fantasy experiences for your personal entertainment. Feel free to tell others how to find them. Follow-up fantasies may be posted. If you have any similar experiences or have any ideas about expanding this theme, I would like to see a message from you. If you enjoy these adventures, please email me at <chucketal@email.com> I welcome and appreciate suggestions, constructive comments or corrects to my writings. submitted by chucketal@email.com Copyright 1998 by Chucketal Keene, NH Copyright Notice ~~ I freely distribute my writings and do not charge any fee for that service or a fee to access them. You may not change or distribute my writings in any way as included in my copyright notice. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ FINAL WARNING: If the subject of sex between a child and an adult of either gender offends you, if this material is illegal in your place of residence, or if you are under the legal age for such material, do not read further! This story is intended for adults only. You should know whether you want to be reading this or not! You have been warned! Read at your OWN RISK! [This was written for my entertainment and now I share it for your enjoyment. If they become more than reading enjoyment to you or you wish to add your thoughts and emotions to mine, please feel free to email me. If you like some, what I call, foreplay in a story building up to a climax you may like this one. Enjoy!] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ B&B 6 (Father and Son in the Park) One cloudy and rainy afternoon I ventured to a country park near the bed and breakfast I was currently staying at. My intent was to sit and read in one of the quiet shelters provided with a picnic table and a barbecue grill. After about an hour of intermittent rain the weather had an interval of just low overcast. It was about that time that a young man (thirty something) and his son (9-10) drove into the uninhabited park. Except for my inconspicuous presence there was not a soul around. And since I walked the distance to that country park they might well have assumed that they were alone. When they got out of the station wagon that brought them there, they put on rain jackets, not surprising for the weather conditions. I discovered later that park was often a meeting place. My curiosity was monetarily peaked when they both entered a rest room door together. I had intended to deduct the incident as normal for some fathers and sons to use the same facilities together. Being it was a break in the weather, I took the chance to leave my reading to use the facilities for myself. Once I had relieved myself and my bladder was feeling better, I decided to walk a short distance to give my legs a stretch. Not being observed by the father or son I noticed them disappear around the edge of the park fence. Having only been there once before I wondered what was beyond the fence that they would go there. I was drawn to see whatever they would be wanting beyond the park fence and into the privacy of the woods. At first I would have dismissed the whole notion if I had not heard the thrill of the boy as they went hence from the park fence. The boy giggled as he was expecting something thrilling to happen. I was close enough to follow closely but far enough behind to not be seen. And since everything was so wet there was not much if any sound from me. My mind was not prepared for anything but a naive walk down the wooded trail to help stretch my legs. As I had mentioned before, I had been at the park only once before and was not aware of the trail leading beyond the park fence. I would not have thought that anyone would mind another person taking a walk along the same trail into the woods. To be sure, after sitting all that time, I was not in any hurry. The boy could still be heard making blissful sounds the short distance ahead of me. Once in awhile I could make out a word or two from either of them, but not enough to know their conversation. The path had been well traveled and soon I was limbering up and walking faster. I walked a short distance from the park where I had never trespassed before. Knowing there were others ahead of me gave me encouragement to continue on. Suddenly, I sighted the pair ahead of me. With no desire to disturb the father and son visit, I purposely stayed back from their sight and hearing. The way they carried on, I doubted they expected a soul behind them. Aside from that is was very wet and beginning a slight rain. I was about to turn back when I came upon them again. That time they had stopped in the pathway and were facing each other. The motions of the boy gave me the indication that he was doing something to his father. His father was discernible from the back and his side enough that I could clearly see the boy's hands reaching out toward his father's crotch. To my utter surprise, it looked as if the boy was unzipping his dad's pants. I recognized, by the motions, that he was freeing his dad's sexual member. Once it was free I could make out the skinless hard head and part of the shaft. The boy seemed to be gazing in admiration at his father's firm pole. The dad placed the boy's hands upon the member, asked him to feel it for himself and moved the small hands over the hard pole. At one point I heard the boy exclaim and ask, "WOW! Do you think I will ever get that big, Daddy?" The Man said nothing at that time, but only took the boys hands from him and bent down in front of the lad. In that position he was able to undo the boy's belt and pants. Once the pants were freed the man let them slid down the boy's legs toward the wet ground. As the boy stood momentarily in a pair of light blue undershorts to protect his crotch from view, the man ran his hand up and under the clothed crotch making sure to press his open hand over what appeared to be the boy's covered penis. The next moment was very erotic. The man moved his face into the boy's crotch and seemed to take the clothed contents into his mouth. While doing that he reached his hands up and on either side of the boy's hips under his shirt and rain jacket. In one quick move the boy's undershorts were down below his knees. As the man sat back on his heals to admire the view of his son, I could see a partly skin covered penis head at the end of a hard hairless shaft of about four inches in length. From my vantage point I could clearly see that the boy had a nice large pair of firm testicles for his age. They might have been as big as some teenagers I had seen when I was still a boy. It was such a marvelous sight that I could not move if I wanted to. The smooth light skin of the boy seemed to shine in the darkness of the wooded path. I found that my sex organ was leaking and enlarging as I stood there. There was no governing my response to that scene. Once the man had finished gazing upon his son, he felt him some and offered his genitals for his son to also fondle. For the longest time the two caressed each other. Shortly, the man took over the handling of his own member and began to pump it vigorously. The boy stood, watching and fondling himself with his dad's example. The man moaned and groaned, turned plainly to my view and shot a load of white semen toward the side of the path. I could see his dark blood filled skinless penis head. He must have been sporting nearly eight inches of manhood for the boy (and me) to admire. As he finished shooting his load he let his fingers slip off the tip of the head to catch some of the seed. He licked the substance from one of his fingers and offered the boy the freedom to take the remainder of dripping ooze for his analyze. The boy hesitated a bit before he brushed his finger over the leaking penis head to gather up a taste. Slowly the boy put his finger to his mouth and licked the prized man juice. He smiled up at his dad as if he approved of the taste. Just then the man bent down again in front of the young lad and immediately took the boy's stiff muscle into his mouth. He sucked until the boy had his dry thrill, after which the man held his mouth tightly to his crotch and wrapped his arms around his son in a loving embrace. The man got up and asked the boy if he would like to clean him off with his mouth much like he had done for the boy. In the overcast light, I could see that the man had leaking more so as to need to clean himself off or get his underclothes soiled. He affectionately said that it was up to the boy to freely choice to try it. The lad smiled up at his dad and gazed down onto the wilting, leaking member hanging there. At first the boy simply touched to feel the remaining firmness of that tube of meat. Slowly the boy bent as he held onto his dad's member. I could only slightly make out a tongue lick across the penis slit to take up the residue before the mouth opened to take in a small portion of the head, just like a person might suck the cream from a strawberry. The boy backed off from the man's organ without losing his grip. He looked up and smiled as he tasted the nectar of the man's juice. The man smiled down at him as the boy giggled and then slid his mouth over the head of the man's penis. That time the boy continued to suck in all the head and a part of the shaft. I was in such a predicament that I could barely restrain my growth. My penis has swollen beyond comfortable and was dampening my pants. I know I had to escape before being discovered, but I also needed to watch the culmination of the scene. It was on a few minutes at the most that the allowed his son to suck his member clean before reminding him that it was raining and they would need to dress and leave before it got worst. That was to be my warning to withdraw, so before they discovered an onlooker I reversed my direction and wasted no time getting back to the secluded picnic table to perhaps continue reading, or at least pretend, until the father left the park with his son. They got back to the station wagon and got in out of the rain. It was as if I did not exist for them. There was not the slightest hint that they might have known of their audience. Soon they were gone, leaving me there with no possibility of getting my mind back to my history novel. Hastily, I made it to the very rest room door the pair had used earlier. I opened the door and could almost smell their presence. The thought of them checking each other out was great stimulus for me to release my very hard and damp penis. It did not take me long to finish the labor of ejecting my own load of semen into the toilet. I cleaned up a bit and headed back to the nearby bed and breakfast walking almost unaware of the heavy rain. Needless to say, I needed a hot shower and a good meal before going to sleep with very pleasant thoughts of this story. Your thoughts would be most appreciated.