Date: Mon, 16 May 2005 15:20:17 -0500
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Father-Son Outing #4

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.

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Father-Son Outing, Part 4
by Xavier L


We fell asleep that night holding each other's naked form.  Nathan's head
using my chest as a pillow, one of his legs draping mine, an arm laying
across my chest.  In the morning we gathered our stuff and took down the
tent.  Nathan was more quiet than usual.  As we got in the car and began
our journey home, I inquired about his silence: "You seem lost in thought
son.  What's up?"

"It's not that I don't want to see Mom, but I don't really want to go back
yet."

"There will be other camping trips Nate."

His shoulders seemed to drop down even more as he replied: "Yeah, but we
won't be able to do the other stuff."

It took a moment to figure out what he was referring to.  "Where there's a
will, there's a way son," I said reassuringly, placing my hand on his thigh
and gently stroking it as I drove.

"Promise?" he asked, his eyes hopeful.

I smiled, squeezed his leg and then slid my hand up to his groin and placed
my hand on his package, "Yeah, son, I promise.  There's no way I'll be able
to keep my hands off of you for too long."

He looked like he was about to cry as he leaned over and kissed me softly
on the cheek and then rested his head against my shoulder.  Just like when
he was little and we went for drives, he quickly fell asleep.  His soft
breathing was the most beautiful melody.  His hair smelled like a
combination of lake, woods and campfire smoke. He slept in this position
for most of the way home, only moving to his side of the car when we had to
stop for gas.

As we pulled up into the driveway, I felt a sense of sadness come over me.
How would I work it out to have my son regularly?  It was odd, but I no
longer really burned for my wife.  But the thought of my son's soft skin,
his hard dick. . . well, they drove me wild.  I nudged him awake gently.
"Hey, we're home."  He stirred awake, stretching his arms wide.  My wife
came to the car to welcome us home.  I gave her a kiss.

"Need some help?" she asked.

"No, thanks. We got it taken care of.  Nathan's a good helper," I replied.
She smiled as mother's do when their children, especially their sons, are
being complimented.  Nathan and I carried all the equipment to the storage
shed.  As we made the final trip, I looked back at the house and verified
that we could not been once in the shed.  Nathan entered first with his
arms full.  I closed the door behind us and dropped what I was carrying
gently onto the floor.  I went up to Nathan as he turned around, and I
quickly planted a kiss on him, almost taking his breath away.

He pulled away with a look of shock.  "What if Mom can see?" he sputtered.

I smiled broadly, my hands dropping to the button of his jeans shorts.  "I
already checked.  She can't see, and she never comes out here, especially
after a camping trip.  She knows I like to get everything put away," I
stated, unzipping his shorts and allowing them to fall to the floor.
Before he could protest more, I buried my tongue in his mouth as I lowered
his boxers off of his waist, dropping them to his ankles.  He lost all
concern during this, returning my kiss with an equal hunger.

I went to my knees and quickly devoured his cock, sinking all the way down
its shaft until my nose was firmly planted in his brown pubes.  His teenage
scent filled my nostrils and assaulted my senses as his hands wrapped
around my head.  He began to move his hips back and forth, at first slowly
withdrawing his dick until it almost came out of my mouth and then
thrusting forward filling my throat with his hardness.  I grabbed his ass
cheeks firmly and kneaded them as his body pounded against my face, his
large balls bouncing against me.

I pulled back against his bucking and lay down on my back motioning for him
to join me.  He wasted no time in straddling me and shoving his cock back
into my throat.  His legs were slightly spread as his whole lower body rose
and fell with each thrust as he fucked my face wildly.  He was breathing
heavier now, and his movements became more urgent.  I mentally prepared for
the rush of his cum, and within seconds I was rewarded with his juice.  He
rested his body against my face as he continued shooting.

When at last he was done, he got to his feet and pulled up his underwear
and shorts.  "WOW Dad!" was his only comment.  "'Wow' yourself!" I replied.
I tousled his hair as went back to finishing putting things away so his
mother wouldn't begin to wonder what was taking us so long.  When we
finished, we went back up to the house through the back door that led to
the kitchen.

"Hey sweethearts!" my wife said, grinning and hugging her youngest close to
her.  "I missed you guys!  Did you have fun?"

Nathan kind of glanced at me as he answered, "Oh yeah, it was better than I
thought it would be Mom!"

"Oh good!" she gushed.  "I need to go to the store to get some things.  Why
don't you boys go get showered and finish unpacking.  I have to go into
town so it'll be a bit before dinner.  Can you wait that long?"

"Of course, honey.  For your cooking, you bet!" I said, giving her a quick
peck on the lips while silently giving thanks that I had remembered to get
a drink of something as soon as we came in.  Don't even want to imagine
what would go through her mind if she tasted cum on my lips!

She grabbed her purse and keys and headed out the door.  Nathan was already
up the stairs and heading to his room.  I went into my room and dropped my
bag.  I got undressed and was heading to the shower when I got an idea.  It
would take my wife at least an hour to get to the store and back with just
the driving time alone.  I peeked out our window and noted that her car was
already gone.  I grabbed a towel and headed to Nathan's room.  I went into
his bathroom, put my towel down and joined him in the shower.

He was a bit stunned to see his father popping into his shower.  I smiled
at him and pulled him into a passionate kiss.  "We have plenty of time
son," I said to him.  We kissed some more, and then I placed my hands on
his shoulders and nudged him downward.  He followed my guidance and sank to
his knees, promptly taking my swollen cock into his mouth.  I closed my
eyes and savored the mixed sensations of the hot water against my skin and
Nathan working lovingly on my cock.

I desperately wanted to be deep inside him, so I pulled my cock out.  He
glanced up, eyes squinting against the water.  "Stand up and bend over.  I
want to be inside you." I said.

He got up, turned around and bent over, placing his hands against the
shower wall for additional support.  I slowly squeezed the head of my cock
into his tight hole.  He relaxed more, and I could slide it in more easily.
I fed my dick to his hungry ass until it sank easily.  I buried my cock
completely in his ass.  I heard him moan loudly as my meat finished
entering him.  I grabbed onto his hips and began pumping slowly as he
continued to adjust to my rod.  He was moaning louder now, and I picked up
speed, now plowing his creamy white cheeks.  Soon I was able to really
pound away at his fine butt, our wet bodies slapping together.  "You're so
incredible Nathan!" I said as I could feel my orgasm building up, getting
ready to unleash into my son's ass.  He began slamming backward with every
thrust forward I did, and in no time my dick exploded deep within him.

After our fuck, we soaped and washed each other and then dried each other
off.  We went slowly and sensually paying careful attention to every part
of our bodies.  We went into his room and lay down on his bed, kissing,
holding and caressing for as long as we dare.  Looking at his clock, I
said, "We better get dressed and head downstairs."  Neither of us wanted to
go.

He squeezed me tightly, and I returned his embrace.  "I love you Dad."

"I love you too son.  Always have and always will," I replied, kissing him
lightly on the forehead and getting up from the bed.