Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2004 12:07:04 -0600
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Home to Ryan #2

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.

The original chapter of this story contained a rather authoritarian stance
by the father.  That was to demonstrate the depths of despair and
loneliness Ryan's dad was feeling.  This and future chapters will highlight
the love in their relationship as they continue to feel a void for the
other person.

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


I woke up early in the morning with Ryan's head resting on my chest, and
his nicely toned thigh resting against my belly as his leg rested on top of
my own.  I had a mixed feeling of joy at the feel of his naked weight
against me, but at the same time I felt full of guilt and shame.  Not only
at forcing him last night but also at the fact this was my son!!  My own
flesh and blood.  How could I betray him like this?  Yet, at the same time,
I needed him on so many different levels.  I needed to feel that intimacy I
would never feel again with his mother.

But with my son?  Was I gay?  Some freakish pervert?  Ryan's body stirred
and his arm flopped across my chest, his palm resting on my pec. I placed
my calloused hand on top of his smooth, youthful one, gently rubbing it
with my fingers.  I looked down at his sleeping face.  So peaceful in spite
of what he had been through last night, what I had done to him.  A new wave
of shame rippled through me.  I gently extricated myself from beneath him
and went to take a shower.  Perhaps that would help clear my head.

As the hot water pulsated against me, I tried to release the images from my
mind.  How could I face Ryan after what I did?  We had spoken of our love
for each other, and I felt that even more today, mixed with my severe
guilt, but did he really forgive me?  Finding no escape within the confines
of the shower, I turned off the water and toweled myself off.  I walked
into my bedroom and almost jumped when I saw Ryan sitting on the edge of my
bed wearing only a pair of boxers.

"Uh, hi son.  You scared me."

"Hey Dad.  How'd I scare you?"

"Just wasn't expecting to look up and see someone sitting on my bed.
Startled more than frightened really," I weakly replied, my heart racing
unsure of what was about to happen.  I knew I must remain calm.  I deserved
anything he said to me now.  "What's up?"

Ryan smiled as he spread his legs and moved his arms off his lap revealing
a proud tent in his boxers.  "Looks like I am," he answered.

I stood there frozen, the silence deafening, blood rushing in my ears.
What was he doing?  "Umm, yeah, looks like you are," I stammered as he
patted the spot next to him indicating I should sit there.  I slowly moved
to the spot.  As I sat down, he stood up and turned toward me.  I looked at
the protrusion in his underwear and then looked up at him.

"Suck me Dad."

"What?!  Ryan, look. . . "

"I said suck me" he repeated as he moved closer, the cotton tent jutting
into my face.

"I'm sorry Ryan.  I shouldn't have. . . " my response was cut off by his
hand grabbing the back of my head and pulling me forward, the hardness
beneath the fabric sliding across my face.

"Dad, you owe me," he replied.

My heart was racing as his musky scent invaded my nostrils, my own dick
rapidly growing, and he began rubbing his shrouded dick against my lips and
cheek.  He was right.  I DID owe him.  And, as much as it might shame me, I
wanted him too.  I reached up and parted the fly of his boxers, allowing
his young rod to spring out.  I looked up at his face, those beautiful
eyes, his developing chest and looked back down to the firm morsel staring
at me.  I wasted no time in sucking him into my mouth.  I was greedy in my
urge, sliding up and down his pole.  He began thrusting back and forth,
fucking my mouth.  I breathed his scent in deeply every time his pelvic met
my lips as I took him all the way inside me, his pubic hairs tickling my
nose.

I reached up and pulled at his underwear, sliding them down, taking my
mouth off of my son's meat only long enough to allow the boxers to slide
past the object of my current desire.  I ran my hands up and down his bare
ass and lower back, his tautness driving me wild.  I stopped sucking on his
dick only to kiss his belly and to worship his perfect balls.  Occasionally
I would steal a glimpse upward and could see the look of intense pleasure
on his face.  When I could feel his other hand on my head, and he started
fucking my mouth with more urgency, I knew he was near orgasm.  This made
me even more greedy.  I surrendered all control to him allowing him to
pound my face until I tasted that now familiar saltiness explode into my
mouth, which I greedily swallowed, not wanting to lose any part of him.

When I had milked him completely, he smiled down at me and then pushed me
backward.  I was now lying down on my back, my cock standing upright.  Ryan
moved between my legs, leaned down and started kissing my chest, lightly
sucking on my nipples and then kissing down my treasure trail until I felt
his lips at the base of my cock.  He then took me inside his mouth.  I
wanted to grab his head and slam my cock down his throat, but it was his
turn to be in control.  I would never force him again.  So I fought my
urges and allowed him to do as he wished.

He stopped sucking my cock after a few moments and then went back to
kissing my stomach and chest.  I could feel his hard dick against my leg.
I smiled at the thought of what it was like to be a teenager and get hard
so quickly after cumming.  He stood up, his hands exploring my balls and
thighs.  "Roll over Dad."

I looked up at him in surprise and confusion.

"Do what I say Dad."  He wasn't mean, just matter of fact.

I stared at him a while longer.  He was perfectly serious and, though I
wouldn't admit it then, I was really turned on by his request.  My musing
was interrupted by his command once again: Roll over Dad.

I rolled over, spreading my legs.  He told me to move toward him more, my
waist now on the edge of the bed, my knees resting on the floor.  His hands
were on my hips now.  My heart was pounding once again, and at his touch I
felt a yearning I had never really felt before.  He spread my cheeks and
entered my virgin ass slowly.  There was a cramping pain but also an
incredible sensation that spread throughout my whole body.  I heard him say
"Oh yeah," as he started moving back and forth in my ass, slowly
withdrawing and then thrusting forward, each movement sending new thrills
through me.

He began picking up his pace, his hairy legs firmly placed against mine,
his hands strongly gripping my hips as he moved in and out of my ass,
sinking as deep as he could inside me.  My body was on fire.  As I heard
his grunts and moans, I wanted him more.  I reached in back of me and
placed a hand on the back of his thigh urging him to onward.  He rammed my
ass hard completely lost in all his lust.  As I heard him say "Oh shit," I
felt his body slam against mine and could feel warmth spreading in my ass.
His ass muscles were tight as he unloaded inside of me, his body firmly
pressed against my ass as he tried to sink every bit he could inside of me.

As he continued to unload, I could feel his upper body resting against my
back.  "Oh gawd Ryan that was incredible," I heard myself, almost
unbelievably, say.  He responded by gently kissing my back and shoulders
while his dick twitched inside of me.  He lay on top of me, our sweaty
bodies pressed together while his cock went limp inside of me.  He pulled
out of me and told me to stand up.

I did as he instructed.  He sat down on the floor between me and the bed
and then reached up and pulled me by my ass positioning my dick toward his
mouth.  "Ryan," I said, "you don't have to do this."  He simply smiled at
me, opened wide and took me inside of him.  My head fell backward in
ecstasy as he licked up and down the shaft and then once again took me deep
within him.  He was guiding me on with his hands, wanting me to fuck his
mouth.  When I began to follow his guidance, a hand left my ass and found
my balls.  He played with them while he swallowed his daddy's meat.  It
wasn't long before the same seed that created his life was filling his
throat.

He stood up and began kissing me.  We kissed each other, then,
passionately.  Not as father and son but with the tenderness and longing of
lovers.


Part 3 coming soon