Date: Fri, 03 Dec 2004 13:58:05 -0600
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Jeremy's Rub Down #3

Jeremy's Rub Down, Part 3
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his minor
son.  The usual comments and warnings apply.  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.


The next morning I awoke early and went to go check on Jeremy.  He was
still asleep.  I gently shook him, but he was still out cold.  I pulled
back the blankets and admired his naked body.  He was sprouting a morning
woody.  I began playing with it.  His body seemed to respond, so I leaned
over and took it into my mouth, carefully watching his reactions.  He acted
like he was having a helluva good dream, so I kept it up for awhile.  When
he began stirring too much, I quit, covered him back up and quietly left
his room.  Shortly after I heard his door open and him walk into the
bathroom.  I came out of my room and saw him walking, still naked, from the
bathroom toward my room.

"Hey there Bud."

"Hi Daddy," he said and gave me a big hug.

"How are you this morning?"

"Good."

"Ready for breakfast?" I asked.  He nodded his response.  I reached down
and picked up his naked body and carried him giggling into the living room
and unceremoniously plopped him on the couch.  I knelt down and kissed him.
I had to catch myself as I realized my hand was beginning to move to his
hairless crotch.  As I lifted up my head, his arms shot around my neck,
pulling me down to him again.  I tickled him with my beard stubble and then
kissed him again.  We stared into each other's eyes, and I wanted him so
bad.  In my building lust, it seemed to me like he wanted me as well, but I
knew that was my dick talking.

I pulled away and went into the kitchen to make some breakfast.  I came
back to the living room and saw him on the couch playing with his dick.  I
quietly stepped back so he wouldn't see me and watched him absentmindedly
playing with his cock as he watched TV the way he used to when he was much
younger.  I felt my own cock get really hard and was tempted to masturbate
where I stood, but I couldn't risk him seeing me.  I watched him for a
little while longer until I noticed his head turning toward where I stood,
so I quickly jumped back so he couldn't see me.  When I dared peek out
again he was just laying there, his dick still standing up.

I desperately wanted him.  He didn't have school today, so I took out the
Benadryl and put some into his OJ and brought it to him.  He seemed
oblivious that I was standing there looking at his hard cock while he
drank.  I brought him his breakfast, and we ate together while he was on
the couch.  I watched him get very sleepy and yawn more.  "You look sleepy
Bud."

He only replied by yawning, and then moved over to me to cuddle, leaning up
against me as his body got heavier against mine as he fell asleep.  I shook
him a little, and he didn't respond.  I gently picked him up and carried
him to my bed.  I stripped off all my clothes and began kissing all over
his body.  I could take it no longer and had to be inside my son.  I pulled
out the lube from my night stand and prepared us both.  I then picked him
up and moved over to my recliner and sat down in it.  I positioned his legs
around me and his body against me, so I could maneuver myself into him.  I
then moved his ass over my dick deeply enjoying the feel of his tightness
swallowing me.

It was too difficult to really get any good motion like this, so I moved
him to my bed, placing him on his stomach and leaving his legs dangling
over the edge of the bed.  I entered him again and began building up my
rhythm, my hands pressing down on his silken ass cheeks as I slid in and
out of his tightness.  I couldn't believe how good it felt.  Even though I
also felt tremendous guilt, the feeling of my dick sheathed in his tiny ass
was too much to ignore.  Desire won over guilt easily, and I lost myself
inside of him.  Eventually my rhythm became more intense, and soon the bed
was creaking as I thrust deeper and deeper into him, his limp form bouncing
with my movement.  I thrust as deeply as I could as I felt my orgasm build
and explode.  I continued my push forward while my dick spasmed with each
shot.

After a while I pulled out of him, my dick mostly limp and lay next to him
on the bed, enjoying his beauty, running my hands over his face and body,
kissing him all over, lingering over each curve of his smooth, developing
body.

I rolled him over and took his cock into my mouth again, savoring this
intimate experience of him.  As I moved up and down on him, his hips began
to respond, his pelvis moving up and down with my sucking motion.  I was
getting hard again.  "Incredible," I thought as I continued sucking on him
dick and balls, rubbing his silky, soft body.  I felt a little hand on my
head and then warmth and wetness on my dick.

It suddenly hit me, and I whipped my head around toward my crotch to see my
son's lips wrapped firmly around my dick, mimicking my motions.  My heart
was racing as I stared at my son sucking on my cock.  I asked myself if he
could be responding like this in his dream until his eyes opened and he
looked at me.  His hand reached up to my head and urged me back onto his
dick.  I got even harder as I went back to sucking my son.


Part 4 coming soon