Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 12:31:00 -0600
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Home to Ryan #3

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.

If you are interested in my other stories, you can find me in the Authors
section under Xavier L.

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


A few days had passed since our last encounter.  Not for lack of my desire,
but even after Ryan's response to me I still couldn't help but feel lousy
at what I had done.  I was musing about it while I was washing dishes.  It
was a beautiful morning, the sunshine streaming through the window, the
yard splashed with the colors of my late wife's garden.  I felt arms wrap
around my middle as Ryan hugged me from behind, his head resting on my
back.  "Well, good morning sleepy head," I said in greeting.

"Mornin' Dad."

"Did you sleep well?"

"Unhhh," came his muffled reply, his face buried into my back.  I enjoyed
the warmth of his body next pressing into mine.  It was then that I noticed
something hard pressed into me as well.  It didn't feel like a belt buckle.
I reached behind me and felt Ryan's leg.  I could tell he was only wearing
boxers.  Ryan responded by rubbing his wood into me more.

"Looks like someone is up in more than one way," I joked.

"What do you think you should do about that?" Ryan asked.

I reached up with the hand on his leg and firmly grabbed his ass and then
slid my hand along the flannel boxers around his hip, across his firm thigh
and then found the fly of his boxers.  It took some maneuvering, but I was
able to slide my hand through the slit in the cotton until my hand met his
hard dick.  I stroked it as best as I could.  He lifted up my shirt and
began kissing me.  I turned to face him and looked into his eyes, his
beautiful eyes.  I was filled with deep love and strong desire as well.

He stepped back a little, grabbed both my hands and then pulled them
downward.  I followed his lead and knelt down in front of him, his tented
underwear jutting out to greet me.  I looked up to see a playful smile on
his face.  My attention was called back to his groin as I saw his arms
moving down as he slid his boxers off of his hips and let them fall down
around his ankles.  Ryan then moved toward me, his cock pointing toward my
mouth.  I was suddenly filled with hunger, and I greedily engulfed his cock
with my mouth.  I devoured every inch of him.  Not satisfied I grabbed his
ass cheeks and pulled him into me more.  I wanted every morsel from him I
could get.  I wanted to feel him deep inside me.  I could smell the mixture
of teen boy and soap emanating from him.

In response to my greed, he grabbed my head with his hands and started
fucking my face.  "That's right Dad, take it all.  Swallow me."  Soon I
felt him grab a fistful of my hair as he continued pummeling my mouth with
his dick, his balls slapping against my chin.  This really got me going.
He stopped to kick the boxers off of his feet, spread his legs a little
farther apart and then went back to ramming my mouth.  I reached up and
started playing with his balls and then heard him say "Here it comes Dad!"
and then he exploded into my mouth.  He continued to pump my mouth while he
shot numerous loud of his cum down my throat, which I swallowed happily.

After I had drained his cock of its juice, I stood up and kissed him
hungrily.  Our passion was so strong, he was moved backward into the
counter.  He pulled down my shorts and boxers and started pulling on my
dick. "You want it?" I asked smothering his response with my mouth.  When I
pulled off his mouth to kiss his neck, I heard him say "Please!"

I nibbled on his earlobe and then whispered into his ear, "Get it wet
Ryan."

He immediately knelt down and took my cock into his mouth.  Unlike my
greedy slobbering on his piece of meat, he slowly moved up and down the
shaft of my rock hard cock.  He then gently sucked my balls into his mouth
one by one and then kissed his way up my body while standing up.  When his
lips reached mine, I turned him around.  He leaned forward gripping the
counter to support himself on.  I presented my dick at his hole.  Before I
could start pushing forward, his ass was backing up onto my rod.  I plunged
forward entering him as swiftly as I could.  I could his sharp intake of
breath as I filled his hole.  When he had taken me all the way to the hilt,
I paused to let him adjust and kissed him gently.

He started to move his hips back and forth, and so I began to fuck my son.
At first it was gentle, but his voice kept urging me on.  It was like he
was a different person than I had ever known, and I liked it.  I pounded
his ass, our bodies making slapping noises, both of us grunting with the
effort and the pleasure.  I wanted better leverage, so I told him: "Go to
the couch."  I reluctantly pulled out of him, and we went to the living
room.  I pointed to the arm of the couch, and he promptly bent over it.
"Yeah, this is much better son," I said as I reentered his hole and began
plowing away.  I could hear the couch partially skidding on the hardwood
floors.

I grabbed the couch on either side of his hips as I sunk deeper into him,
my thrusts becoming more urgent.  I was tingling all over, breathless from
our lovemaking.  As I grew closer to orgasm, I rammed even harder, his head
bouncing up and down as I pounded his tight little ass.  When I was about
to cum, I drove so hard forward I was surprised the couch didn't break.  My
body went rigid as I unleashed my load into his ass.  I collapsed on top of
him.  "You OK?" I asked, tentative.

"Oh yeah Dad!!  More than OK!" my beautiful boy responded.

"I'm glad."

"Are YOU OK?" he asked.

"Oh hell yes!" I responded to which I could feel his body shake as he
chuckled.

"I love you Dad."

"I love you too Ryan.  You always have and always will be so very special
to me."

We spent the next hour or so lying on the couch together, cuddling,
enjoying each other's company, the closeness and the intimacy of what we
had just shared.


Stay tuned for part 4