Date: Sat, 11 Dec 2004 10:55:51 -0600
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Home to Ryan

Home to Ryan
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.

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


I was in the Army and had been overseas when I got the news my wife had
died, leaving our 14-year-old son motherless and alone.  I was sent home
right away for the funeral.  Since I had already been deployed for a long
time, they weren't going to make me come back.  One of my buddies picked me
up at the airport.  He had my son Ryan with him.  Ryan saw me and came
running to me, sobbing and threw his arms around me.  We held each other.
I had not cried that much, feeling mostly numb, until I had Ryan in my
arms.  Then it hit me and all my anger, fear, relief and despair came
welling up at once.  The ride home was a long one, mostly in silence.  I
looked back from the front seat to check on Ryan, and he was curled up on
back seat asleep.  I remember thinking that was probably his 1st good sleep
since his mother had become sick.  It hit her, and took her, so damn fast.

We hadn't been home long when Ryan was crawling into my bed.  He hadn't
done that since he such a little boy.  I watched his thin but nicely built
body slide beneath the sheets.  Sports had been good to him.  "I bet he's
quite the lady killer," I thought to myself.  He had light blue eyes which
seemed even paler against his dark hair.  I couldn't help thinking how
handsome he had become.  It filled me with a sense of pride.  He slid over
in the bed until he was against me, his head resting on my chest and an arm
draped over me.  "Can I sleep here tonight Dad?"

"Aren't you a little old to be sleeping with your . . . Dad?" I asked,
catching myself before I said "parents."

Those pale blues looked up at me, moisture collecting rapidly, as I heard
myself say "Of course son.  Of course you can."  He snuggled up tighter
against me.  It had been a long time since I had shared my bed with
someone, so I wasn't sure I was going to be able to sleep.  I turned out
the lights and closed my eyes.  Sleep quickly overtook me.

The next morning I woke up in a spooning position against Ryan, my morning
wood pressed firmly against his ass.  It took me a moment to realize all of
this, and as soon as I did I slid back as quickly as I could not wanting my
son to feel his father's cock rubbing against him.  I went into the
bathroom, relieved myself, got naked and climbed into the shower.  I was
enjoying the nice hot shower until at last I opened my eyes and saw my
wife's shampoo and other stuff.  I remembered how often I had teased her
about all her beauty crap.  Odd how I would feel such comfort from them
now.  My memory flashed to the many times we had showered together.  My
hand went to my dick as I felt it twitch in reaction to my memories.  I
jacked off to the mental images of our lovemaking in the shower.  When I
got out of the shower and went into the bedroom, Ryan was still asleep,
lying on his back, his own morning rocket standing at full attention,
tenting the sheets.  It looked like my son shared more than just looks with
his old man.  I smiled remembering my own teenage years and got dressed and
went downstairs to make breakfast.  We spent the day together, occasionally
talking quietly about our memories of my late wife.  A large portion of the
day was spent in silence.  In the evening we had the memorial service and
the next day, Ryan waking up in my bed with me again, the funeral.  Within
a few days after the funeral, Ryan was sleeping in his own room again,
which made the loneliness I felt even more palpable.

That Saturday Ryan had a meet.  He was pretty tired afterward, but he
wanted to spend some time with me.  We sat together on the couch, his body
stretched out with his head lying on my lap, as we watched a movie.  He
didn't make it more than halfway through the movie before he was asleep.  I
covered him up and went back to my room and had a fitful night of sleep.
The next day was even harder for me.  Not only was I missing my friend but
also my lover.  I had been overseas for almost a year and had only my hand
for relief.  That night I had some drinks and considered a prostitute.  I
needed a good fuck.  Or even a blow.  Ryan came in and kissed me good
night.  His scent combined with the softness of his lips and the alcohol
did me in.

Having lost a lot of self control, I went to Ryan's room.  I needed someone
bad.  Jacking off just wasn't going to cut it tonight.  I was angry at
myself, but completely unable to control my lust.  Ryan was in bed asleep.
I shook him awake.  As he stirred from his sleep, I pulled my boxers down,
my hard cock springing straight out.  "Ryan, Daddy needs some help," I said
matter-of-factly.  As Ryan sat up in his confusion, I grabbed his head and
pulled it to my crotch, my dick rubbing against his face.  "Ryan, suck me."

Ryan tried to pull away, but I held his head firmly against me.  "What are
you doing?!!" he yelled.

Through clenched teeth I ordered him once again: "Open your mouth and suck
my cock boy."

"NO!" he answered back defiantly.  I grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked
his head back: "Don't tell me no boy.  You WILL do as your told.  Now open
your fucking mouth!"

Ryan was obviously scared and part of me felt like shit, but the animal
side won as I jabbed my cock at Ryan's lips.  "I said open your fucking
mouth.  Don't make me tell you again."  He knew he better not argue
further.  He slowly opened his mouth as I thrust my cock into it making him
gag.  "Relax Ryan.  Relax and it'll be easier for you."

I could feel Ryan surrender more, and so I began sliding my dick in and out
of his mouth.  Even though he didn't know how to give head, it still felt
good to have my dick in someone's mouth again.  I slid it back and forth,
now grabbing his head with both of my hands as I fucked his face.  I didn't
care who it was anymore.  I was lost in the feeling, the warm, moist space
for my rod, sliding back and forth.  "That's right son, suck your daddy.
Fuck yeah!"  It didn't take long at all before I was ready to cum.  As I
did, I pulled his head against me more forcing myself deeper into his
throat and holding him on me as he coughed and gagged and tried to pull
away.

"Swallow it Ryan!" I ordered.  He did his best, but there was a lot for my
son's virgin throat to handle.  I held his head against me until I finished
shooting my load."  I let go of Ryan's head, and he pulled off my cock
immediately.  I could hear him spitting.  "That was great Ryan.  Thanks!"

I didn't have to be able to see him to feel his glare.  "Now, now, son.
Don't act like that.  A man has needs from time to time."  He lay back in
bed and rolled onto his side, his back facing me.  I was still super horny,
and my dick wasn't going completely limp.  I sat down on the bed next to
him.

"Go away," Ryan spat.

"I'm sorry Ryan, but Daddy needs help," I replied, reaching out to him and
placing my hand on his shoulder.  He tried to pull away, but I gripped him
and held onto his shoulder.

"Just leave!" he shot at me again.

My anger took over.  I grabbed his shoulder harder and leaned down to his
ear and said "I'll fucking leave when I'm fucking ready, and I'm not
fucking ready yet."  As I said this my hand slid down his body to his hip,
the cotton of his underwear a strongly contrasting sensation.  I held onto
his hip as I slid the rest of my body closer to him.  He started to pull
away, but I pulled him closer to me.  "Ryan, we can do this the easy way,
or we can do it the hard way.  Either way is OK with me."  As I said this,
my hand slipped beneath his underwear's waistband and slid against the
softness of his ass cheek.

Ryan started to pull away, trying to escape my advances, but I held his
legs down with my own.  I wrestled him over onto his stomach and lay on top
of him, my now rock hard cock pressing against his fabric-covered ass.  I
pushed his underwear down as he tried to get out from beneath me.  I was
much stronger and heavier, so it was a useless struggle.  When his ass was
completely exposed, my cock slipped into his crack.  This made him struggle
more as he fully realized what I planned to do.  I held him down as I spit
into my hand a few times and generously coated my dick with it.

"Ryan, Daddy needs a tight hole.  We don't have Mom anymore, so we have to
be here for each other.  Right now I need you bad," I said, trying to
comfort him in my clumsy way, as I moved into a better position to enter my
son's ass.  Once the head of my dick passed into his anus, I couldn't
believe how good it felt.  "Fuck you're tight son!" I gave myself to lust
more with every bit of my rod that was swallowed by Ryan's tight hole.

"No Dad!  Please!" he yelled out.

I put more of my weight against him, pushed his head further into his
pillow and replied: "Don't fucking tell me no boy!  Relax and maybe it
won't hurt, but I'm not stopping until every inch of my dick is inside your
fucking ass."  I kept pushing forward.  Once my dick passed a little bump,
the rest of me slid in more easily.  When my balls were lying against his
cheeks, I lay there a moment.  I started kissing his neck.  "I love you
son, I really do."

With this declaration, I began moving my hips back and forth, slowly
fucking my boy's hole.  "You're tighter than pussy boy," I said,
complimenting him.  I enjoyed not only the vise grip of his ass but the
feel of his somewhat muscular body beneath my own.  I slowly fucked him as
his ass relaxed more.  When I could feel that he was looser, I picked up my
rhythm.  I could feel him struggle less beneath me now.  As I pumped in and
out of my boy, I moved my hand beneath his body and found his dick.  He was
hard, and so I began to stroke him as I fucked his ass.  I stroked him for
a little, but then my body was urging closer to orgasm, so I put all my
attention into fucking my son.

I began to fuck him harder, pounding against him, his bed making slight
creaking noises.  I could hear him grunting which really turned me on.
"Yeah, boy.  You have such a hot ass!!"  I was now really plowing into him,
and I could feel that sense of urgency that nearing explosion brings.  I
fucked him harder, our bodies making slapping sounds until I drove as far
into his ass as I could go and erupted inside of him, shot after shot of
cum filling him.  I lay on top of him, breathing hard as I emptied my load
into him.  "Oh fuck that was great!  God I love you son."

I rolled off of my son and lay there still panting next to him.  Guilt
finally moved in as my lust faded.  "I'm sorry Ryan," I said, placing my
hand on his back, "I just needed someone so bad.  I didn't want to hurt
you."  My apology was met with silence.  I leaned over to him, "Ryan, say
SOMETHING."  I could feel the anger emanating from his body.  "OK, fine.
We're all we have left son.  I would never willingly hurt you.  I love you.
I just. . . needed someone son."

He rolled onto his side, turning his back to me.  I slid over up against
him and put my arm around his chest and pulled him closer to me.  I kissed
his neck, I kissed his cheek.  I could taste where tears had been.  This
made me feel even worse.  I just kept kissing him.  Absentmindedly, my hand
on his chest began playing with his nipple as I kissed him gently on his
neck and cheek.  My hand began to glide downward across his 6-pack.  I
could feel the warmth of his body increase against me and his breathing
change.  I was losing myself in the feel of my son's body, the sexual
energy building up again.  My hand continued its path until I felt his
pubes beneath my fingers.  I played with the wiry hairs for a bit before
meeting up with the hard shaft of his nicely sized cock.

I wrapped my fingers around its firmness and gently began stroking him.  He
made no move to stop me.  I slid back encouraging him to lay down flat.  As
I began jacking him off, I started kissing more of his face and then gently
kissed him on the lips.  Fire shot through both of us as simultaneously our
mouths opened, and our tongues met.  Our kissing became more urgent.  As
the heat between us built, I began kissing his chin, then his neck, then
his chest.  I had no idea what I was doing.  I was drawn to him.  I
continued kissing down his torso until those wiry hairs were now beneath my
lips.  He was rubbing his chest with his hands and his legs were spreading
apart, his body following the up-and-down motion of my hand on his cock.  I
looked at his hard dick.  The musky scent of his sex filled my nostrils and
I began licking the head of his dick, my tongue following the curve of its
head around to its piss slit which made his body go rigid.

I then took his cock into my mouth.  It satin feel combined with hardness
in my mouth was too much.  I was hungry now, hungry for my son.  Hungry for
his body.  Hungry for his cock.  I urgently deep throated him, making
myself gag.  I had never done this before, but I wanted him so badly I kept
trying to swallow more and more of his hardness into my mouth.  I was now
sliding up and down his rod fast, my hands sliding underneath his ass and
pulling him into me more.  He put his hands on the back of my head as I had
done to him and started fucking my mouth in response.  I surrendered myself
and gave him complete control as he fucked my mouth like I had fucked his
ass.  He fucked my mouth with the same urgency I had had earlier.  I wanted
it to last forever as over and over his body crashed into my head.  Then I
was gagging as his salty load exploded into my mouth and forced its way
down my throat.  I just kept swallowing as he unloaded load upon load.  I
couldn't believe he had so much cum, and I couldn't believe how earnestly I
swallowed every bit.

I didn't want to let go of his cock and kept it in my mouth, licking and
sucking as it lost its firmness.  When at last I let it drop out of my
mouth, I licked my son's balls, gently sucking on them as well.  Then I
moved up and passionately kissed my son's mouth once again.  He kissed me
back, his arms embracing me.

We lay there together, our naked bodies pressing against each other in his
smaller bed.  "Are we OK?" I asked, worried I had destroyed our
relationship.  He looked at me and even in the darkness of the room, I
could see those eyes looking at me.  "Yeah, Dad," he replied, "we're OK."

"I love you son."

"I love you too Dad," he answered, snuggling up closer to me as sleep took
both of us.