Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2005 12:19:37 -0700
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Flying High

Flying High
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his minor
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 (toward the bottom of the list).

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when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at
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I had some vacation time left, and since the year was coming to a close, I
had to use up my time before I lost it.  My 12-year-old son Randy and I
decided together to go to Mexico for some hiking and beach time.  He was
excited as he hadn't been on a plane before.  Disaster nearly struck when 3
nights before we were to leave I woke up to Randy calling for me.  I went
into his room and found him with a major fever.  His normally pale skin was
quite flush.

"You're burning up!" I said.  "I'll be right back."  A cool wash rag wasn't
going to fix it this time.  I ran into the bathroom and began filling the
tube with cold water.  As soon as the bath was ready, I went back and got
my son and carried him into the bathroom.  I stripped off all of his
pajamas and his underwear and then immersed him into the bath.  As soon as
his butt hit the cold water, his eyes shot open and he tried to climb out
of my arms.  "Hold still, son.  I know this isn't pleasant, but it's
necessary."  I continued lowering his naked form into the chilly water.

When he was submerged, I put my hand into the water and began rubbing his
legs and then his chest under the water while he shivered.  I kept
massaging him trying to give him some comfort while he endured the tortuous
bath.  Finally he was shivering less and calmer.  I dried my hands off and
let them warm up a bit before checking his forehead again.  His fever had
abated.  I was so relieved.  I started draining the water and then helped
him stand as I toweled him off.

I tried not to notice how he got a hard-on while I dried off his crotch
area.  I quickly looked at his face, and he didn't seem to notice.  I
finished drying him off and then carried his naked form back to his bed.
"Can I sleep with you tonight Daddy?" he asked, his voice almost pleading.

"Sure buddy."  I turned around and carried him to my bed.  I put him into
the bed and began covering his nude body with the blankets and sheet.  His
eyes were closed as I stared at his body, his cock still standing proudly.
I slowly ran my hands up along his thin legs.  As my hand grew closer to
his groin, my heart started pounding faster.  I didn't know what had come
over me, but I couldn't stop either.  Then suddenly I found my hand rubbing
Randy's balls and then slowly stroking his cock.

I slowly savored the satin feeling of the skin covering his hard cock.  I
was by no means an expert on boy cock, but he seemed to be fairly
good-sized for someone his age.  His balls looked like two beautiful orbs
encased in tight skin with only a few outcroppings of hairs while above his
dick was a thicker patch of hair.  As I absentmindedly stroked my son, I
noticed his legs were moving as I pleasured him.  I wanted to ask him if
this was OK, but I secretly feared he would ask me to stop.  That startled
me.  What was I doing?! I screamed inside my head.  I briefly stopped and
released my son's dick from my grasp.  I looked up at his face momentarily.
His eyelids opened revealing his sky blue eyes.  His eyes spoke only of
trust, and, at least to my perhaps deluded mind, a longing.

I returned my hand to his dick without releasing Randy's gaze.  Was that a
thin smile on his face?  I leaned down and lightly kissed him on the lips
and then moved to his chest and began gently kissing and sucking on his
lips.  I felt a magnetic pull to his dick, and so I allowed my kisses to
progress down his thin frame until I found my lips parting and his cock
entering my mouth.  I felt like I had transcended to another plane as my
son's hardness slid back and forth in my mouth.  I was hypnotized by the
feeling of his flesh against my tongue.  And then suddenly I felt
electricity rip through me as Randy's hand grabbed onto my cock through my
boxers.  I lifted my head off his cock and looked at his face.  He was
staring at my cock as his hand rode up and down its shaft.

My heart began pounding in my throat, and I could feel my pulse in my ears
as I watched his head lift off the bed, his mouth open and my cock began to
disappear past his lips.  I shuddered as my cock was enveloped by the moist
warmth.  He began sucking my cock in earnest and trying to feel my balls
through the thick flannel cloth of my underwear.  I pulled out of his mouth
momentarily while I practically ripped my boxers off, kicking them behind
me.  When I moved my body back toward the bed, his mouth immediately
returned to my cock.  I stood there watching his brown hair moving back and
forth, his eyes occasionally stealing a glance upward as he sucked his
father's dick.  "Scoot over," I said.

He moved over anxious to have my cock back in his mouth.  I lay down on the
bed next to him assuming a 69 position, moving onto my side and rolling his
hip toward me as his mouth once again accepted my rod.  We sucked on each
other's cock hungrily.  I began pumping my cock, forcing more of my meat
into his mouth.  I heard gagging sounds a few times but kept pumping in my
lust.  He was a real trooper and kept at it gradually swallowing more and
more of his father's cock.  I rolled onto my back and guided his smaller
body to rest on top of mine.  His head was between my legs as they formed a
V.  His small hands grabbed onto my ass as his rhythm increased.  I began
rubbing the two firm mounds of his ass while he began to fuck my face.  His
momentum increased, and soon I was rewarded with his salty juice which I
swallowed eagerly.  I heard his moan which was muffled by the presence of
my cock in his mouth.  He stopped sucking while he experienced his probably
first orgasm but left my cock in his hot mouth.

As I released his dick and began sucking on his balls, he dislodged my cock
from his throat and was moaning more loudly.  I moved my hand to his head
and made my cock twitch.  He understood my guidance and quickly returned to
servicing my hard flesh.  Pressure was rapidly building in my groin, and so
I urged him to go faster with my hand, and then I exploded into his mouth.
Again he gagged as the incredible surge blasted down his throat, but he
didn't stop as he worked to swallow his father's seed.  When the flow
ceased, he followed my previous example and began sucking on my nuts which
drove me wild.  When I could take it no longer, I said: "OK Randy, that's
good."

He pulled off my cock, looking down at it for a few moments before smiling
up at me.  "That was fun!"

"Yeah?  I enjoyed it too buddy!  Come here," I said, raising my arms
inviting him into an embrace.  His body covered mine as I pulled him to me.
I held him for a while until the heat generated from our sex began to wane
and the coolness of the room became very apparent.  "Let's get under the
covers son."

We moved beneath the covers, pulling the blankets up over us.  Randy was
plastered to my side, a leg draped over mine.  I ran my hand slowly up and
down his leg making sure to take time to trace the curve of his ass cheek.
I could feel sleep overtaking both of us, so I lightly kissed him on the
forehead and turned out the light.  I don't remember anything after that
until the alarm clock woke us up the next morning.  I noticed we were in a
spooning position.

"Randy?"

"I'm awake Daddy."

I snuggled closer against him.

"I'm hard again Daddy," he said matter of factly.

I moved my hand to his crotch and confirmed it.  "You sure are," I said,
stroking his cock.  "You want I should take care of it for you?" I asked
teasingly.

"Yes please!"

As he pressed against me, my cock twitched against his smooth ass.

"You're hard too!"

"Yep, Mr. Happy is VERY happy right now!"  I felt his hand reach back and
grab onto my cock.  I was consumed with the idea of how close his virgin
ass was to my cock and how tight it must feel.  The more we stroked each
other, the more I was filled with desire.  "Randy?"

"Yes Daddy?"

"I want to do something different."

"What Daddy?"

I paused unsure of what I was doing.  "I want to put Mr. Happy in your
bottom."

"You do?" he asked incredulous.

"Yeah.  I bet it would feel REALLY good."

He quietly pondered this as I slid my cock between his cheeks and began
rubbing it up and down his crack.  I took my hand off his cock, moistened
my middle finger, found his hole and then slowly inserted my finger into
his ass.  My suspicions were confirmed!  He was ultra tight!  "Oh you'd
make Daddy feel soooo good!"

He was quiet a little longer as my finger pushed in further.  "Would I get
to do you too?" he asked.

His question took me aback, but I answered affirmatively.

"OK."  I could barely believe my ears.  I reached for the lube I kept in my
nightstand.  I squirted a much larger amount than I would usually use into
my palm and applied it to my rod.  I squired a smaller amount onto Randy's
hole and pushed the gel inside with my finger.  I applied the excess from
my hand to his boy cock before guiding my eager cock into his hole.  The
tip of my cock entered him easily enough, but then it stopped.  "You're my
special, brave little boy Randy.  I love you so much," I said as I pushed
more of my hard flesh into him. It seemed to take forever to get my cock
fully inside his ass.  I slowly stroked his dick while my own invaded him.

When I was completely inside of him, I let my cock sit motionless while I
savored the incredible sensation.  "I'm such a lucky Daddy," I whispered
into his ear.  His hand rested on my hip, and he squeezed me in response.
I reached up and began playing with his nipples as I began to slowly
withdraw and then advance my rod.  "Do you know what this called?"

"Humping?"

That kind of surprised me, but then again 12-year-olds these days knew a
LOT more than I think I did at his age.  "That's right.  This is butt
humping, and only people who love each other VERY much do this."  I kissed
his shoulder and his face.  "You have to love someone a whole lot to let
them put their penis in your bottom."  His ass was loosening up, and so I
picked up momentum.  "You OK?" I asked checking in.

"Yes Daddy. It hurts a little but feels really good too."

"I'm going to roll you onto your tummy now," I said, pushing with my hips
and helping him move with me buried inside him.  I now lay on top of my son
and was able to penetrate him more deeply.  "Humping you feels incredible
Randy!!"  With that I began picking up speed, thrusting my cock more
firmly.  The angle was a little weird, so I suggested I put a pillow
beneath him.  He lifted up enough so I could.  "Spread your legs honey," I
instructed.  As his legs opened, mine slid along his thighs until my knees
rested on the mattress.  I then began fucking him faster.  His ass muscles
seized my cock, and I shot my load.  I did my best to prop myself up as I
pushed my cock forward filling his ass with my cum.

As my strength recovered, I pushed my hand beneath my son's body to jack
him off.  I felt a small sticky pool.  "You came," I said.  "So did Daddy."
I held onto his body as I rolled onto my side, keeping my cock in place.  I
embraced him as my cock began to soften.

"Is it my turn now?" he asked, somewhat eager.

"A promise is a promise."

He wriggled out of my embrace and grabbed the lube.  His cock was limp.

"Here, son, let me get you hard first."  I moved him toward me as he
shuffled on his knees until his crotch was in front of my face. I took his
flaccid meat into my mouth and began gently stimulating it until it was
growing and then sucking on it until it was fully firm.  I then pulled off
of his cock and helped him lube his dick up.  I rolled onto my stomach.  It
felt weird to feel my son's nude body mounting my own. I spread my legs to
give him more leverage.  We fumbled around together until his dick was at
finally entering my ass.  It didn't hurt.  Felt more like a finger going
inside of me.  More comfortable than what the doctor does during my
physical.  "Are you OK Daddy?" he asked thoughtfully.

I stifled a chuckle.  "Yeah buddy.  It feels good," I encouraged him.  As
his body rested against mine, I reached back and grabbed his ass as he
began fucking me.

"Ooh Daddy! I LIKE humping!"

"Yeah?"

"Oh yes!" he replied, now bucking wildly.  I squeezed my ass muscles tight
trying to make it more intense for him.  The way his body responded, I knew
it was helping.  He didn't last long before I felt him having his orgasm.
My body supported his while he panted heavily.  We lay there for a while,
him on top of me like a baby koala.  When he got off of me, I pulled him
next to me and moved onto my side.  We stared into each other's eyes as I
said "Give me a kiss."  He puckered his lips.  "Here, we're going to
French.  Do you know what that is?"

"Is that when you use your tongue?"  he asked.

Damn!  How much DID he know? I wondered.  "Yes, exactly," pausing, "have
you done that before?"

He shook his head vigorously.

"Open your mouth," I instructed.  I covered his mouth with mine, as we
exchanged our breath and our tongues began exploring each other.  We kissed
sloppily for a few moments.  "Did you like that?"

"Yeah!" he responded.

I began playing with his hair.  "You know, we need to talk about something
very important."

"What?"

I took a deep breath.  "When daddies and sons hump, and kiss. . . "

"And give each other blowjobs."

I nodded my head continuing "And give each other blowjobs, that information
needs to be VERY private.  We can't tell ANYONE."

"Is it molestation?"

Now I felt sick to my stomach.  "Do you feel . . . molested?"

"No.  I wanted it."

Oh thank gawd! I thought.  "No, what we did wasn't molestation.  We
. . . well, we made love."

"Do we have to stop?"

"Not if you don't want to."

He smiled broadly at that.  "GOOD!"  Silence passed between us, and then:
"Daddy, do I have to go to school today?"

"Well, no.  Not since you had a fever last night.  You can lay in the
living room on the couch, but you have to take it easy!"

"OK, I will."  We kissed again, and I sent him to get dressed and get his
blanket and go watch TV while I made breakfast.  I called in sick and
joined him.  As the day wore on, I busied myself around the house before
joining him.  I sat on the floor my back propped up against the couch while
I watched TV with him.  His arm draped over my shoulder, his hand resting
on my chest.

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh."

"Can I . . . have a blowjob?"

His request stunned me.  I don't know why.  It just did.  I shifted so I
could look at his face.  He was serious.  I looked down toward his crotch,
but since he was on his side, I couldn't see anything.  I put my hand under
the blanket and moved it around until I could indeed feel his hard-on
through his pajama bottoms.  I moved onto my knees, my head under the
blanket.  I freed his cock from the flannel bottoms and began sucking it.
I then pushed his bottoms down so I could work his balls too.  I felt his
hand against my head as he began pumping slowly with his hips.  I let out a
load "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" as I devoured his flesh, intermittently taking time
off to suck on his virtually hairless sac.

I pushed his hips back so he was lying flat.  His body lifted off the couch
as he began fucking my mouth.  "Oh yes Daddy!" he said.  At that I began
sucking him faster.  I put my hand on the one he had on my head and
demonstrated firmer pressure and speed.  He took over and began rapidly
bobbing my head up and down while he pumped with his hips.  He began
breathing loudly, his body lifting up more violently until I felt the now
familiar saltiness rush into my mouth. I consumed his juice until no more
would come out.

I looked up at him as his cock flopped out of my mouth.  He was smiling and
mouthed "Thank you."

"My pleasure," I responded.

That night I announced it was time for bed.  He kissed me chastely and
headed to his bedroom.  I got into my own bed and felt the loneliness of
not having Randy by me.  I got up and went into his room.  He was awake and
reading.  "You. . . uh, want to join me?"

He grinned and threw off the covers as I headed back to my room.  He
climbed into bed, and we snuggled.  "Let's take off our clothes," I
offered.  "I like to feel your body."

We both quickly removed our underwear and other clothing and returned to
our embrace.  The next couple of nights we automatically slept together
naked.  We were so busy getting ready for the trip and just enjoying our
new closeness, we didn't have sex.  The morning arrived for our flight.  We
got on board and settled in as the plane took off.  We had a row to
ourselves, so he lifted the arm rest and squirmed until his head was on my
lap.  I covered him with the blanket and went back to reading while my hand
gently rubbed his back.  I honestly wasn't paying attention as my hand
crept further and further down.  Until my hand his the waist of his pants
that is.  The lady in the opposite row was asleep and snoring.  The flight
attendants were toward the front of the plane.  So I hazarded my move and
slid my hand into his underwear and let my hand roam the silky skin of his
ass.

After a few moments of this, he looked up and said, "Daddy, I . . . need to
go to the bathroom."  I looked down and caught him adjusting his crotch as
he sat up.  I got up to let him get by me but then had an idea, so I led
him to the lavatories in the rear of the plane.  I held the door open for
him as he entered, and then I slid in as well, locking the door behind me.
He smiled at me.

"Pull your pants down."

I watched him lower his pants and underwear and saw his cock bounce as he
stood back up.  I judged there was enough room for him to fit on the small
shelf of the sink, so lifted him up.  He had one leg dangling off and the
other bare leg planted on the seat for balance.  I kissed him passionately
before lowering my head to his cock and giving him a blowjob. He braced
himself and lifted his butt up so he could begin pumping.  He fucked my
face furiously as I devoured his cock.  He held my head down firmly as his
cum shot into my mouth.  Again I sucked on his balls as his orgasm faded.

I helped him down from the sink, and I watched him sit on the closed seat
of the toilet.  I watched his hands go to my pants, and my cock strained in
anticipation as he undid my pants and lowered them followed by my boxers.
I felt his hands slide up the backs of my thighs and ride up to my ass
cheeks as my cock entered his mouth.  "Oh Randy!" I said as he voluntarily
guided my cock deeper into his warm mouth.  I ran my hand underneath my
shirt and up to my nipples while my other hand embraced the back of my
son's head and guided him up and down my pole.

I briefly opened my eyes and looked around and spied some hand lotion.
Immediately I remembered how good my son's tight hole felt gripping my
cock.  "Randy, wait," I said.  He looked up at me, sliding off of my cock.
I squirted some of the lotion onto my hand.  "Let me hump you, son."  He
watched me as I thoroughly coated my rod with the lotion.  "Please," I
added.  He looked at my cock as if in thought, and then I watched him stand
up, turn around and kneel at an angle on top of the toilet, his ass pushing
up against me.  I was filled with lust as I stared at my son's hot round
ass.  I squirted some lotion onto my fingers and then worked it into my
son's butt before finally placing my cock at the entrance to his hot hole.
And then I slowly began entering him taking time for his hole to adjust as
my cock penetrated him.

We hit some turbulence, and the return to your seats sign was lit.  I
picked up speed, now ramming my son.  As I could I picked up speed until my
cock exploded inside of him.  More turbulence, so I had to pull out earlier
than I wanted. "Sorry that was so fast, son."

"That's OK.  We'll have more time later."

I looked at him in shock.

"And I need a turn too," he added.

We got redressed and returned to our seats.  The flight attendant came by:
"Everything OK?  You were in the bathroom an awfully long time!"

"Oh. . . yeah. . . my son wasn't feeling well.  He's OK now."

She made a very sympathetic face, and Randy just grinned back meekly.  "Can
I get you anything?"

"Ummm, perhaps some ginger ale for this stomach," I said.  I saw her wing
pin.  "Do you still have extra wings for kids?" I asked.

She looked down at her pin, "Oh yes!" I simply smiled.  She returned with
the ginger ale which I gave to Randy. She also handed me the wings.  I
thanked her and turned to Randy who looked at the pin in my hand.

"Here," I said, "pinning them to his shirt.  You earned them."


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