Date: Thu, 01 Mar 2007 21:38:03 -0700
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Flying High #3

Flying High #3
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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We spent more time on the beach.  Randy was so much fun to watch as he
frolicked in the green waves.  We headed back to the room as the sun began
to dip lower toward the ocean's caress.  We rinsed off at the showers at
the beach and then went to our room and changed clothes.  While he
struggled with getting his hair under control to his liking, I stood out on
the balcony.  As I looked around at the scenery, I also noted that the
configuration of the rooms meant we had total privacy on the balcony.
Well, from other rooms.  The only people who could see anything would have
to be on the beach and specifically looking up, and then the cement that
formed the balcony would block anything too interesting.  I smiled at this.

We headed down to the hotel restaurant for dinner.  They place was lit for
ambiance, which also meant more privacy.  We sat at our table which was
covered with green cotton cloth.  The table was small enough for intimacy.
A very romantic spot which would serve us well I thought.  After leaving
our appetizers, the waiter headed off.  I lowered my hand to his thigh.  He
looked up at me, and I winked.  I slowly ate with my right hand while my
left hand began rubbing his crotch through his slacks.  His leg pressed
against me firmly in response.  I very slowly maneuvered my hand to his
zipper and then carefully lowered it.  He looked a little panicky, so I
whispered it would be OK.  I inserted my fingers into the open fly and
entered his boxers and rubbed his dick.

I had to pull my hand out rapidly when I saw the waiter approaching our
table but was careful to not be too obvious about anything.  He took our
plates and said he'd be back with our salads.  I was too horny to wait, and
so I said we'd be back shortly, indicating my son had to go to the
restroom.  Randy zipped his pants up, and I readjusted his hard-on as well
as mine, and we headed to the men's room.  There were only a few stalls, so
I selected the one farthest from the door. We both entered the stall, and I
had Randy undo his pants and lower his underwear as well.  I stroked his
cock a few times before having him sit down.  I then opened up my fly and
fished my straining dick out.  I moved in close to the toilet and steadied
myself with a hand against the cool tile wall as my son's lips wrapped
around my dick.

"We don't have time for a slow one, so let's speed things up," I instructed
him quietly.  He obeyed instantly rapidly bobbing on my cock.  "Jack
yourself off son," I added.  Somehow it was even hotter to watch his little
hand working his tool and his throat massaged my rod.  I grabbed his head
and guided him to work faster.  I fought the urge to grab a fistful of his
hair and fuck his face.  As he worked my meat, I bit my lower lip to keep
from moaning loudly.  His rhythm was interrupted suddenly, and I opened my
eyes to see his body shivering.  I looked down and saw his white cream
oozing onto his fingers.  "Put it on Daddy's," I said, straining to make
sure no one else had come in the bathroom.

I watched him smear his jizz onto my saliva-covered dick.  He stared at it
unsure he wanted to stick his mouth on the sticky fluid.  I grabbed his
head and pulled him close, and he admitted my cock into his mouth once
more.  The thought of him sucking his juice off my dick was too much, and
in a few seconds I was adding my load to the mix.  Even after our earlier
sessions, I shot a huge load into his hungry mouth.

When he sucked all the cum from my dick, I pulled out and zipped back up.
He grabbed some tissue and wiped his hand off and then his groin.  He
flushed the toilet and got dressed again before we headed back to our
table.  When we sat down, I leaned over to him and praised him at which he
positively beamed.

After a delicious meal and dessert, I headed back to the room while he
stopped in the kids' area and played video games for a while.  I stripped
off all my clothes and wrapped myself in the white terry cloth robe the
hotel makes available.  I once again went out to the balcony.  As I turned
I noticed a papasan chair which elicited another wicked smile.  I confirmed
our complete privacy which was enhanced by the moonless night.  I returned
to our bed, put the lube in my pocket and turned on the TV as I waited for
my son.

When he came in, he pounced on the bed next to me.  He cuddled up against
me, and I kissed his head.  I held him simply enjoying our closeness for a
while.  "Why don't you get comfortable, son?" I suggested.  I watched as he
removed all of his clothes, except for his boxers.  As he was returning to
the bed, Fate smiled upon me and there was a noise outside.  Randy was
curious enough to go check it out.  While he peered over or balcony, I
prepped my hard cock with the lube and then joined him outside.  The air
was comfortably warm.  I embraced his bare torso.  "What is it?" I asked.

"I think someone's drunk."

"Ahhh," I said.  I slid my hands down his sides and lowered his boxers.  I
could feel him tense up.  "It's OK.  I checked.  No one can see us."

I ran my hands up and down his bare body, every so often coming into
contact with his cock.  I took him by the hand and turned him around.  I
bent down and my tongue entered his mouth as I kissed him passionately.  I
led him to the papasan chair, and I sat down.  He kicked off his underwear
as I undid the robe revealing my waiting cock.  He smiled at me and started
to kneel down.

"No, no.  Sit on Daddy's lap this time."

He looked a little perplexed but turned around and started to sit.  I
positioned my cock and guided him slowly down until my dick was pressing
against his hole.  "Ohh!" he said, understanding what I had planned.  He
steadied himself against me as he slowly impaled his ass on my rod.  He
seemed a little looser, perhaps from our earlier fucking, but it still took
some time for him to be able to descend on my pole.

When his ass was finally resting against me, my dick completely buried in
his ass, I pulled him back so that he sat more deeply in my lap.  As he
rested against me, I shifted so my cock was angled better.  Damn it felt so
good to be inside my boy!  I grabbed hold of his dick and slowly stroked it
which caused his ass to tighten its grip on my cock.  I couldn't hold my
moan.  After my dick had spent some time in his hole, I had him sit up and
begin to slowly fuck himself on his daddy's dick.  He pulled up, and I
would stop him before my cock fell out of his ass, and then he would slowly
sit back down, his ass once again swallowing my hard flesh.  He continued
until he was able to go faster.

Then I began thrusting up as he was sitting down.  I couldn't take this,
though.  It was torture to not pound his ass!  I had him stand up, my cock
twitching as it popped out of his hole.  "What's a matter?" he asked, a
little nervous.

I stood up and then bent down and swept him into my arms.  "I need to fuck
you harder Randy!"  I rapidly carried him to our bed and set him down.  I
tossed the robe off of me, pushed his legs up and reinserted my cock into
his tight ass.  I leaned in as I thrust forward and once again fucked his
mouth with my tongue.  I could taste the chocolate from his dessert as our
tongues intertwined.  I released him, looked deep into his blue eyes and
said "I love you so much! I need to get inside you deeper, son!"

With that I leaned back and again removed my cock from his ass.  I turned
him over onto his stomach.  As I climbed onto the bed, I said "Open up for
Daddy!"  His small hands reached back and spread his ass cheeks apart.  As
soon as some of my cock had entered him, I smothered his body with mine and
rammed the rest in.  I immediately began pounding his small ass, thrusting
his body into the mattress as my cock filled his hole.  He moaned as I
rammed his tight ass.  The springs were creaking slightly as I felt my
orgasm building, and then, sooner than I had thought, I exploded into my
boy's ass.

I left my dick inside of him until it shrank.  When I pulled out, he turned
over, a big smile on his face.  I grinned and kissed him briefly on his
lips and then kissed down his body until I had his small hard-on in my
mouth.  He began wildly pumping his cock in my mouth right away, and so it
seemed it only took seconds before his juice was flowing into my mouth.  I
sucked on his nut sac before milking him dry.  We then climbed under the
sheets, cuddled and fell asleep.

In the morning, Randy lay on top of the bed naked reading a comic while I
watched the news wrapped in my robe.  When there was a knock at the door, I
opened it to find a very handsome teenage boy from room service bringing in
our breakfast.  I let him in without thinking.  As I entered the room and
grabbed my wallet to get him a tip, I caught him almost staring at Randy.
A wicked idea sprang to life in my mind.  I walked around him so I was
blocking his retreat.  "He's pretty hot, huh?"

The server almost jumped out of his skin! "Wha? I . . . I . . . "

"It's OK," I said reassuringly as I moved in closer, almost pinning him
against the armoire.  I looked at his badge.  "Todd is it?"

"Yyyess, sir," he stammered.

I smiled at him broadly.  "You're pretty hot yourself."

His face flushed red.  I noticed his deep green eyes as I moved in closer.
"Well, I have a tip for you, but I think I'll add a bonus," I said.

"Sir?" he asked cautiously.

I don't know what gave me this sudden sense of boldness, but I reached down
and brushed his crotch with my fingers.  I moved them around until I found
the outline of his bulge.  He started to move away, and so I deftly undid
his zipper and slipped my hand inside the fly and began rubbing his
stiffening cock through his underwear.  "You want to make your customers
happy, don't you?"

"Ummm . . . " was all he managed before I slipped my fingers into the fly
of his boxers and started rubbing the skin of his hardening flesh.

"Of course you do," I answered for him.  I removed my hand and began
undoing his belt.  "How old are you?" I asked, trying to distract him a
little.

"Sixteen."

His pants dropped to the floor.  As I lowered his boxers, I asked "I bet
you can go at it all night then.  What time do you get off work?"

"Three," he breathed as my hand brushed against his rod while lowering his
boxers.

"Got plans?"

"No, sir."

"Good," I answered, smiling as I rubbed the tip of his cock. "Come back
here, and there's plenty of fun to have."

"I don't know . . . " he began.

I smiled as I sank to my knees.

He watched me, eyes wide as I opened my mouth.  I smiled once again while
looking at him and then flicked my tongue against his piss slit.  He
shivered.  I looked at his dick now more closely.  He had a nice bush of
dark brown hair encircling his rod, and his cock looked bigger than mine!
I licked my lips and then slid his hard dick into my mouth.  His skin was
still scented by the soap from his morning shower.  I slowly savored the
silky skin of his swollen cock for a few passes and then released his dick.
I looked up to see his eyes closed in ecstasy, his hands gripping the
armoire for support.  I then moved my lips to his large balls and sucked on
them.  Again he shivered, and this time a moan escaped his lips.

I slid my hands up the back of his thighs.  His legs were well toned.  I
grabbed a hold of his tight ass cheeks and then thrust his cock down my
throat.  His knees almost buckled.  "Why don't you lay down?  Let's make
you more comfortable."

He scooted across the floor, his legs entangled in his clothes and lay down
on the bed.  I took his shoes off and then removed his pants and boxers.  I
spread his legs and then looked up to see Randy sitting there on the bed
watching everything.  I shoved Todd's crisp white shirt up past his chest.
He had a rockin' body! His pecs were small but well defined, and he had a
6-pack.  "Randy, why don't you suck on his nipples while I work his
impressive dick?" I suggested.

Todd's head shot up as Randy moved into position.  I watched as his head
lowered to Todd's nipple and began sucking on it.  As I watched him work
our new friend's nipples, I got another idea.  "Randy, why don't you have a
taste of this before I finish him off?"

Randy walked on his knees until he was at Todd's crotch.  I watched eagerly
as his mouth took a portion of the teen's cock.  I let him bob on it a few
times before directing him to the large balls.  Randy went down on the
hairy sac, and I returned to the big dick.  Todd thrust his legs wide
apart.  I deep throated him and then picked up the pace.  I could hear his
fingernails scraping the bed covers.  His breathing changed rapidly, and
surprisingly he didn't take long at all to explode.  I greedily swallowed
his salty cum.  I slowly continued working his dick until I had coaxed out
most of his load.  When I finally released his cock, Randy stopped working
the boy's nuts.

I bent down, picked up his clothes and offered them to him.  "After work?"
I said, almost stating it as a fact rather than a query.  He blushed
fiercely as he dressed.  He muttered thanks softly as he picked up the
bill.  "I need to sign that still," I said.  I signed the bill and included
some money for his tip.  He thanked me again and headed for the door.
"We'll be waiting until 3:30," I said.  He nodded and then made his escape.

When I looked at Randy, he was grinning broadly, and I found myself joining
him in his unmasked glee.