Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2008 04:32:38 +0000
From: Christian . <xangel@hotmail.com>
Subject: Franklin's Fondness For Food

This is a ONE TIME piece - no plans for a sequel. Hope you enjoy it anyway!
All feedback is appreciated!

I'd gone by the Farmer's Market on the way home to pick up some cucumbers,
squash and some other fresh things that my son and I enjoyed.  He wouldn't
be home by the time I got there so I'd have a few minutes to myself and as
I pulled into the garage and turned the car off, I started thinking about
all the ways I could use that time. There was the flesh toned Rodney in the
nightstand drawer, the ebony Ender under the bed and the dark tan Vibe that
I kept in a special hiding place. My dick stiffened in my suit pants at the
thought of any of these three special toys going up my hungry asshole. With
briefcase and vegetables in hand, I got out of the car and was about to go
into the house from the garage when I thought about maybe just going
swimming in the pool – naked. I never got to do that since my son came
to live with me. Today might just be the day! As I went out of the garage,
I loosened my Hermes with my free hand and undid the top button of my Yves
St. Laurent shirt. I would, of course, hang the Armani jacket and pants
carefully over the chaise with the shirt and tie to follow but then, I'd
just dive right in!
                Laying my briefcase on the small table just outside the
patio doors, I happened to glance inside the house. My hand froze in place,
my mouth fell open a bit and my dick...well, my dick became harder than
Chinese Algebra!
                On the island in the kitchen, lying on his back, legs bent
and toes curled over the edge was the body of a young man with skin like
bleached bone, hair as dark as night, falling in waves around his tilted
head and a dark patch of hair under his open bottom lip. His hands were
both between his legs and I had an idea what he was doing. I couldn't see
because of the angle and his bent legs but I was pretty sure he was pulling
on his prick. Slipping my keys out of my pocket, I eased it into the lock,
careful not to make any noise. It clicked easily enough and I saw the boy's
head rear back a bit more – but not because of any sound but rather what
he was doing to himself. I slipped my shoes off and left them by the door
as I opened it soundlessly.
                Sure enough, the boy's moans hit me as soon as the door was
cracked. Quietly, I eased inside and pulled the door closed behind me. My
dick jerked in my pants and I felt my briefs dampen. This was so fucking
hot! The kid's right leg dropped and I saw that he wasn't holding his cock,
at all! His cock stood up from his dark pubes, glistening and oozing
pre-cum without him laying a hand on it. It was then that I saw it! His
left hand was busy fingering his ass with two of his thick fingers. The
other hand held the thick, club-like circumference of a dark green
cucumber! This kid was sliding it in and out of his ass and loving every
inch of the thing! When his other leg dropped, I saw the open bottle of
vegetable oil.
                "Franklin?" I asked, my voice breaking into his veggie
action.
                "DAD!"
                My son shot up onto his elbows, the cucumber embedded in
his ass, still. His face was plastered with a look of complete horror and
shame as I took another step closer to him. We were locked together as I
came to stand at the end of the island and incidentally, between his spread
legs. His asshole gripped the ripe, hard vegetable and glistened with
oil. I looked from it up along his pale body and up onto his face. He was
still horror-struck and seemed on the verge of tears.  I think I surprised
us both when I took hold of the cucumber and shook it a bit.
                "This feel good, son?" I asked, moving it a bit more.
"Feel good sliding up inside that hot asshole?" I asked, giving it a slight
push.
                "What are you doing?" Franklin asked, his words broken.
                "The same thing you were." I answered, giving it another
little nudge. "Is this the same produce we just bought two days ago?" I
asked, watching his gripping asshole flex around the thing.
                "Y...yes."
                "And is this what you do with it while I'm not here?" I
asked, my cock throbbing at the "wrongness" of what was now going on in my
kitchen.
                "Some...times." Franklin admitted, his eyes fluttering as I
filled him a bit more.
                Watching his body arch toward me, his legs tense, his eyes
flutter closed and his pink lips open slightly with an unspoken moan or
whisper was making my dick throb even more.  I rotated the cucumber in his
ass and this time, the moan he was keeping inside rolled out like fog over
the water.  His head fell back and he said something I couldn't
understand. I figured that I'd already gone beyond any father/son
boundaries we might have had standing here holding a cucumber that was
half-way up my son's ass so I reached up and tugged on his left
nipple. Franklin moaned again and let his right hand take hold of his right
nipple. Turning the green stick again, he moaned louder, arching his back
up a little more than before. Twisting his nipple, he turned his head from
side to side and mumbled something again. Smiling at him, I let my hand
trail down his flat, smooth stomach to where his flagpole of a cock stood
oozing precum.
                An idea struck me. I wanted to test the limits of my son's
kink. Rubbing my thumb over the top of his head, I used my thumb to scoop
up a good sized bit of his clear stuff and brought it to his lips. At
first, he didn't realize what I was doing but when some of the clear liquid
reached his tongue, he opened his mouth and greedily began sucking it from
my thumb. Smiling, I repeated the action, bringing him more of his own cum
to nurse from my finger. Another idea began creeping into me and I worked
the zipper of my Armani suit-pants down, reaching inside past my Calvins to
where my meat was oozing its own richness. Moving slowly around the island,
careful not to take my hand from the cucumber embedded in my son's hole, I
used my other hand to offer my rod to him, as well.
                "Taste it from a man's prick, son." I said, hefting the
head toward his still-open lips.
                "Really, dad?" He asked, his brown eyes meeting mine.
                "I'm offering, aren't I?"
                Franklin's head moved toward my offering and his mouth
capped my cockhead smoothly, his warm tongue sliding expertly under my
shaft while his lips formed a tight ring around me. Now it was my turn to
moan as his mouth took me in. Reaching for him, I took hold of his head,
resisting the urge to pull him fully onto me.  As he kept taking me inside,
I had to wonder how it was that he had oral skills of this caliber. Looking
down, I saw his cheeks cave in with suction as he slid my cock out of his
mouth.  The sensation was amazing! Watching him give me head was even more
exciting than him actually doing it. He was either a born cocksucker or had
quite a bit of practice with it. Either way, he was quickly coaxing my load
to the surface. My balls tightened in their smooth sac as Franklin sucked
my cock deep into his mouth and then sucked hard as he dragged it out. I
wasn't going to last long this way. I tried to push Franklin off of me but
his mouth had me in a tight grip.
                "Fuck, son! I'm going to cum..." I moaned, still trying to
pull his mouth from me before I blew.
                Franklin responded with a groan and by shoving his eager
mouth farther down my shaft to bury his nose in my thick pubes. That last
downward movement was all it took. My hand locked onto his head and my hips
jerked forward to fill my son's throat with two days worth of pent up jizz!
The sensation was full-body, from the tips of my tingling ears to my
curling toes. My son was still sucking as I bucked my hips back and forth
into his mouth, emptying my load in his throat.
                "Goddamn!" I sighed as he finally released his vice grip on
my cock.
                "Good, huh?" Franklin beamed, his face streaked with spit
and remnants of my load.
                I realized I hadn't released the cucumber and seizing on
this, I began working the thick vegetable in and out of Franklin's ass. His
smile faded into a mask of pleasure and his hand shot out to my arm to grip
it. He moaned loudly, his back arching again as I used the thing to
deep-fuck his ass the same way he'd throated my cock.
                "Dad...fuck, dad! That's...great! Fuck me! Fuck that
boy-hole!"
                I smiled at him for a moment, surprised at his language. I
thought I'd return the favor so I leaned down and let his slick pole slide
into my mouth.
                "Oh motherfucker!" Franklin exclaimed, his hips bucking up
to drive his rod deeper into my mouth. I obliged him, sucking a little
harder as I went down on him. "Damn, dad! Damn! Damn!!"
                Finally, I had his whole cock in my mouth and was starting
to bob my head while I held tight to the cucumber that I was using to fuck
his oiled up hole. Beneath me, Franklin was bucking up, twisting his body
from left to right, writhing against me and moaning, begging me to suck him
harder, fuck him deeper. It was almost like a porn flick except this was my
own flesh and blood that I pleasured. It was my son's hand that snaked into
my hair and was shoving my face down farther. It was my son that now pumped
his thick meat into my mouth, feeding me his pre-cum in pints with each
movement of his hips.
                "Dad..."
                I moaned around his cock, shoving as much of the thick
vegetable into his ass as I could without loosing my grip on it. His taste
was sweet and salty at the same time, delicious and thick. My tongue
pressed against his shaft as I sucked, adding sensation to the
action. Franklin's hand took hold of my hair, his other hand pulled on his
balls and I took advantage of this, pushing my face down as far as I
could. I turned the cucumber round inside of him and his legs bent again,
his bare feet resting on the island and providing him leverage to shove his
hips up into my sucking mouth. I pulled back on his prick and let him guide
this action. Franklin began to fuck my face in counterpoint to my fucking
of his hot, oiled up hole.
                "Damn, dad...suck me...harder! Please, dad...I'm going to
cum..."
                I did what he'd asked and increased the suction of my mouth
on him.  Like he'd done to me, I slid down to his pubes and as Franklin
started to whimper – a sound I knew well from other guys about to blow
– I buried my nose in his dark bush and felt his rod pulse twice before
filling my mouth with his warm, salty reward!
                "FUCK, DAD!"
                I let the stuff flowing into my mouth collect. Resisting
the urge to swallow, I held the entirety of his intense load, even as he
continued to add to it, his hips pumping still. Keeping the cucumber in my
grip, I held it inside of him as I pulled my mouth up slowly over his shaft
and capped his head with my lips, sucking even the last drops of his load
into my full mouth. Releasing his dick, I moved up to press my lips against
his. Almost immediately, Franklin opened his mouth and I fed some of his
cum to him. He uttered a small cry of surprised that melted into a moan as
I let more of the stuff trickle into his mouth. He grabbed the back of my
head and held me to him as we shared his semen.
                "God!" He exclaimed, taking a deep breath. "That was HOT,
dad."
                Moving back to where his legs were spread, I began to pull
the thick cucumber from his oily hole as Franklin sat up on his
elbows. Watching me, he moaned a bit as I removed the thing. As it came
out, I was astounded at the length and girth of the thing! It was almost
the same size as one of my favorite toys upstairs. When it was out of my
son, I regarded the oily cucumber and smiled at my son.  He actually
blushed as I laid the thing aside.
                "What about if you get a dose of daddy's cucumber?"
                "Really?" Franklin asked. I answered by taking hold of his
legs and pulling him to the edge of the island. "You're really going to
fuck me, dad?" He asked, watching me slide the head of my hard cock against
his oily hole.
                "Unless you want me to stop," I said, slipping the head
inside him. From the way he spread his legs, it was clear I wasn't going to
be asked to stop.  "Have you done this before? Been fucked?" I asked,
watching my spongy head disappearing inside him.
                "Hell yeah, " Franklin told me, his eyes locked on my cock
and his asshole. "Cucumbers, squash, several carrots, even a stick of
summer sausage..." He admitted. "Still in the plastic, of course." He added
when I regarded him with a questioning look.
                "So you've had only food shoved in that hole?" I asked,
slipping farther into him.
                "Y...yeah..." Franklin nodded. "Until now..."
                Something about being his first hardened my cock even
more. The first two inches slid into him and Franklin grabbed the counter's
edge. When I was fully inside of him, my son reached for my shoulders,
pulling me forward and deeper inside of him. His eagerness and my horniness
soon had me slamming into his willing, slick chute at a quick
pace. Franklin's body was pliant and responsive as I fucked him, all the
while, he encouraged me with thrusts back and foul language! Holding onto
him, I began to deep-dick him, long thrusts from base to head inside his
tight hole. He gripped me with his muscular ass, milking me the same way
his mouth had done a few minutes ago.
                "Fuck...me, dad! Fuck that sweet hole! Fuck me, dad!" He
said, almost in a chant.
                I obliged him, slamming into him hard enough to jar him
good.  It was hot seeing him ride my cock, his hands gripping my shoulders,
begging me to fuck him. My balls tightened and I pulled him into my arms
and off the island. I sunk my cock up inside of him and as he wrapped his
arms around me and held my hips with his legs, pushing himself down on me
as far as he could.
                "FUCK!" I moaned, feeling my cum exploding inside of
him. "FUCK, son!"
                "Hot, dad!" Franklin said, resting his head on my
shoulder. "That was better than anything!"
                "Good to know," I said, sliding out of him and letting him
stand. "You okay with what happened?"
                "More than okay," Franklin smiled, giving my softening cock
a tug. "As long as we can do it again, sometime."
                "I don't see why not." I said to him. "I'd love to see what
else you'd like to have shoved up that sweet hole of yours."

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