Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2005 21:21:30 -0600
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Father-Son Outing

Father-Son Outing
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his teenaged
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 Xavier L.

Please feel free to email me with comments at
xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk.


My son Nathan had been waiting until he turned 13 for our 1st father-son
outing.  We had had other outings before, but this one was for several days
and was almost completely centered around activities he wanted to do.
Needless to say, he was quite excited!  Nathan has dark brown hair and
green eyes so intense they seem to leap from his face.  He's a good-looking
kid and has had the girls chasing him ever since I can remember.  From what
I've seen in the locker room at the pool, he's pretty well endowed too.
He's a bit of an athlete, so he has a very trim body that is developing
quite nicely.  I often shudder to think how he's going to be once he starts
dating.  So far he hasn't really been all that interested in the attention
he's receiving.  I never thought of it as being odd.  At least not until
our trip.

We packed up the car and headed out on our road trip.  It took several
hours to get to the campsite.  We pitched our tents, got the car unloaded
and enjoyed a nice campfire and dinner.  For some reason food always tasted
better on a campout.  We both slept very well that night and got up early
the next day.  He wanted to go fishing and swimming in the lake.  We were
in a pretty isolated location, so I didn't worry about how much noise he
was making.  I had fun watching him splashing in the water and readily
joined him when he urged me to.  We wrestled and horseplayed in the lake.
It was fun just being there together.  We had a lot of luck during our
fishing and also had a good hike.

After our fresh fish dinner that night, we had a nice campfire.  We sat
close together, my arm around his shoulders.  We talked about some of his
favorite things, like his video games, kids at school, etc.  We've always
been close, but tonight it just felt even closer.  Between the warmth of
the fire and the activities of the day, we both got tired pretty quickly.
I put out the fire while he got ready in the tent.  The nighttime
temperature had really dropped, and we were both cold, so we decided to zip
our sleeping bags together for better warmth.

I was almost completely asleep when I was startled by something touching my
boxers.  I looked over at Nathan.  He was lying very close to me, on his
side.  I thought maybe he had just shifted in his sleep, so I closed my
eyes again and started to drift off to sleep when I again felt something at
my boxers.  I waited with my eyes closed, my heartbeat gaining speed not
knowing what the hell was going on.  After a bit I felt Nathan's fingers
moving along the fabric until they rested on my dick.  He gently traced its
outline.  I didn't know what to do.  I didn't want to say anything and
scare him.  Would that scar him?  Was he just being curious?  Shit!  I wish
I knew what to do!!

The motions of his fingertips on my cock started to rouse it.  Then I felt
his fingers at the fly of my underwear and then soon felt his skin on mine.
I was rapidly getting hard.  I was very uncomfortable with what was
happening but intrigued at the same time.  What was he doing?  I felt his
fingers gently stroking up and down my cock.  He was thoroughly examining
it by touch, inspecting every curve, bump and edge.  I hated to admit it,
but it felt damn good.

Soon his hand left my fly and then slid beneath the waistband.  His hand
passed over my now throbbing cock and started inspecting my balls, his
fingers lightly playing with my pubic hairs on my scrotum.  His hand then
returned to my cock.  I didn't dare move.  I didn't want to startle him,
nor did I want to seem to be enjoying this too much.  I felt him shift his
body closer to mine.  He then tugged at the waistband of my boxers.  I
almost held my breath.  He couldn't really budge them without, he thought,
waking me, so instead he opened the fly again and pulled my rod through the
slit.  I could feel it standing at complete attention and twitching,
wanting more.

His hands then helped my balls out of the fabric.  He stroked them gently
enjoying the feel of their fuzziness, his fingers continuing their stroking
up the base of my dick and then up and down the shaft, lightly gliding
across the skin. It took everything within me not to move.  There was a
pause, and I didn't know what he was going to do.  I couldn't believe when
I felt a warm wetness spread over the tip of my dick and then I could feel
my cock being enveloped slowly.  I cracked my eyes open barely and could
see the back of Nathan's head slowly moving up and down.  My son was
fucking blowing me!  And he was better than his mother!

The more he serviced my cock, the more I wanted to just take hold of his
head and push him down on it.  But, if I interrupted him, would he
continue?  Or would he freak out?  I lay there immobile which was one of
the hardest things I've ever had to do.  Slowly but steadily he went up and
down my cock until he could bury it in his throat.  No small effort since
I'm about 8 inches.  His occasional gagging sounds actually made it hotter.

With my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could see the muscles of his youthful
back.  I wanted to rub his back while he pleasured me.  I wanted to reach
out and give him joy as he was giving me.  He sent shudders through me as I
felt his tongue glide along my scrotum, and he began gently sucking on my
nuts.  I fought the urge to spread my legs wider so he could take more of
me, to rip off my boxers and give him full access.

He kept working my dick until the pressure building within me was enormous.
I didn't want to shoot inside my son's mouth, but I felt like I had no
choice and soon I heard him coughing and sputtering as I filled his mouth
with my seed.  He amazingly continued swallowing as my dick ejected more
and more cum into his throat.  I couldn't believe how awesome it felt.
When he was finished, he gently tucked all my privates back into my boxers
and then rolled over.

I lay there breathing hard, my heart still pounding and my mind reeling.
How could I have let this happen?  What kind of pervert lays there and lets
his son blow him?  I was feeling confused and shameful.  Of course, I
didn't get much sleep.  I think the thing that bothered me the most was
that I had enjoyed it.  I found myself wishing I could return the favor,
and that he would do it some more.  I tossed and turned the rest of the
night between my feelings, the intense pleasure I had just received, and
the images of my son's head moving up and down over my erect dick.  What
the hell do I do now?

Part 2 coming soon