Date: Tue, 2 Nov 2010 13:41:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: moose91762@yahoo.com
Subject: Roleplay With Steve

Roleplay With Steve

By Dick Zucher


This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance between the characters in this
story and any real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  This
story contains descriptions of sexual acts between two consenting adults,
although they are father and son.  It also contains a little fetishism, as
in roleplaying and foot fetishism.  If reading such material would offend
you, or if it is illegal for you to read such material where you are, then
you should back out now, and go read something more G Rated.

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I was sitting at the computer, catching up on a little office work one
evening when my 24 year old son, Steve walked in.  If I do say so myself,
Steve is gorgeous.  Tall, well-built and athletic, with chestnut hair that
hung down almost to his collar.  He has a handsome face that would melt the
heart of any girl on the planet.  His deep blue eyes always had a look to
them that said "Please love me." and full, sensuous lips just made for
kissing.

"Hi, Son," I said.

"Hi, Dad," he answered.  "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Daddy, do you love me?"

"You know I do," I answered.  "And what's with this 'Daddy' thing?  You
haven't called me that since you were eight years old."

He came behind my chair and wrapped his arms around my chest, resting his
cheek against mine.  I shuddered.  No one had touched me like that since
Steve's mother had passed away two years before.

"I mean really love me?" he insisted.

"What's this about, Stevie?"  Unintentionally, I lapsed into calling him by
the diminutive name he'd put aside when he was about 12.

"Remember when I was little, and you'd put me to bed, and nuzzle me, and
kiss me?"

"Yeah."

He hugged me, still standing behind me.  "I liked that, Daddy.  I liked it
a lot," he said in a voice imitating a little boy.

"Well, I liked it, too. It was just one way I could show you how much I
loved you."

"Dad, did you know that I liked it so much it gave me a boner every night?"
he asked.  "It gave you a boner, too.  I saw it."

I must have blushed three or four shades of red.  One mustn't think of his
own son in sexual terms.

Steve spun my chair around and sat on my lap, putting his arms around me.
"Love me, Daddy!" he cried, giving me a little kiss on the cheek.  He
removed his right arm from around my neck and placed it on my growing cock.
This was getting to be something else.

The bulge in his pants left me no doubt as to what he was thinking.

"Come on, Daddy.  I know you want it as much as I do."  He started kneading
my erection through the fabric of my slacks.

I put my arms around Steve's waist and gave him a little hug before
reaching into his lap to touch his erection.  Was I really doing this?  To
my own son?  I had always admitted to myself that I was bisexual, but why
would I suddenly find myself being turned on by Steve?  As I said earlier,
he is gorgeous, but he's my son, dammit!

"Oh, yeah, Daddy, that feels good," Steve said.  "Play with it, Daddy."

Who could resist an invitation like that?  I unzipped his jeans and felt
the rock-hard cock through his boxer briefs.  Steve whimpered a little.

"Oh, Daddy, that feels so good," he said.  "Don't you think it's about time
you put me to bed?"

I kissed him lightly on the lips.  "Okay, Stevie, it's time for bed."

Steve jumped up and bounded out of the den into his bedroom.  I followed as
he threw himself onto the bed, lying on his back, his legs dangling over
the side.  "Undress me, Daddy.  Put me in my PJ's."

In for a penny, in for a pound, as they say in England.  I knelt down at
his feet and untied his size 11 sneakers.  One by one I slipped them off,
and rubbed his feet in their white socks, just as I had done years before.
I removed the left sock, then the right one, and tickled his feet.

Steve giggled.  "Yeah, Daddy.  Tickle me!"

I stroked and tickled his beautiful suntanned feet, rubbing the soles and
pulling the lint out from between his toes.  Don't ask me why, but I picked
his left foot up and brought it to my mouth and kissed it.  Steve sighed,
obviously enjoying the footplay, so I gave his toes a little lick.  He
giggled again.  Thus encouraged, I took his big toe into my mouth and
sucked on it as though it were a little dick.

Steve moaned at this sensation and rubbed his crotch.

"Does my little boy like that?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, Daddy.  Do it some more."

I brought his feet together and took both big toes into my mouth at the
same time as my son squirmed with pleasure.  I swirled my tongue around his
toes, licking all around and between them, then licked his soles from heel
to toe.

"Well, my little man," I said, getting up off my knees, "We've got to get
you out of those clothes and into your PJ's."

"Yes, Daddy," Steve said.  "I'll be good."

I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a beautiful hairless chest.  Leaning
forward, I tongued his left nipple, making it hard.

"Play with my titties, Daddy.  That feels so good!"

He didn't have to ask me twice.  I moved over to the right nipple and gave
it the same treatment while I fondled the left one with my fingers.  Steve
squirmed under my ministrations, so I continued to explore his
lightly-muscled chest with my tongue.

"Sit up a little," I said so I could remove his shirt.

That done, I turned my attention to his groin area.  There was quite a
bulge, some of it peeking out through his open fly, trapped in the gray
boxer-briefs.  I undid the button of his jeans and exposed his underwear
more completely.  My, how he had grown.  I don't think I'd seen my son's
cock since he was about 13 years old, and had just a small thatch of pubic
hair.  As I perceived it through his undies, his cock must be about six and
a half or seven inches now, and was throbbing hard.

I pulled his jeans down to the floor and slipped them off over his feet.
Steve gazed into my eyes with that adoring look of his.  I put my fingers
inside the waistband of his drawers and looked at him.

"Go on, Daddy.  I want it as much as you do."

I pulled his shorts down, and got another surprise.  No pubes.  There was a
beautiful 6 ½ inch circumcized dick, and no hair.

"You shaved," I remarked.

"I wanted it to be like it was in the old days," he said as he pulled his
drawers down to the floor and kicked them off.  "I didn't have any hair on
my doodle back then, and I remember how much fun we used to have."

It was too much for me.  I licked him from his hairless balls all the way
up to the rosy tip of his cock and tickled the frenulum with my tongue.

"Mmmmm," he moaned.  "Come on Daddy, get naked.  I want to feel your skin
against mine."

Steve swung his legs around onto the bed as I quickly undressed and lay
down beside him.  I took him into my arms, our bare skin touching from
shoulders to crotch, my cock rubbing against his.  He hiked himself on top
of me and kissed me, long and deep, our tongues battling inside each
others' mouths.  When we parted, Steve pulled his knees up and sat on my
chest, his hard cock waving in my face.

I licked the tip again, then took the whole thing into my mouth, savoring
my son's flavor all the way down to the base.

"Oooh!  Suck my cock, Daddy.  Suck my little boy doodle!"

After a few loving strokes, I pulled off and said, "Daddy loves his little
boy's doodle."  I went back to sucking on him, occasionally pulling off and
licking his hairless balls, trying to reach on down farther.

"Turn around, Stevie.  I want to get at that beautiful boy pussy of yours."

Steve swung around and got onto all fours with his ass in my face.  I
pulled his cheeks apart with my hands and saw his hairless hole winking at
me.  Apparently he'd shaved there, too.  I pressed my tongue against the
brown sphincter, and lapped at his hole like a dog drinking water.

"Yeah, Daddy.  Eat me.  Oooh, Daddy!"

I gobbled the boy's gorgeous ass hungrily as I felt his hand stroking my
hardon.

"Oh, Daddy, it's so big!" he cried.  That was a crock, and he knew it.  He
had a good half an inch on me, but who cared at this point.  Somewhat
awkwardly, Steve took my penis into his mouth and began to suck.
Electricity shot through my whole body as I enjoyed the wonderful
sensations of his ass and mouth, causing me the most pleasure I'd felt in
my life.  I was really beginning to think that incest is best, relatively
speaking, as the old joke goes.

Steve sat straight up and twisted his torso around so he could face me.

"Fuck me Daddy!  I want to feel your hard cock inside me."

"Are you sure you want that?"  I asked.

"Oh, yes, Daddy.  More than anything."

We rearranged ourselves on the bed, Steve lying on his back as I pushed his
legs up over his head.  That beautiful boy pussy was glistening from my
saliva, just begging to be fucked.

"There's some lube in the nightstand, Daddy."

I opened the drawer and found a bottle of K-Y Sensual Silk.  I squeezed
some into my hand and stroked my cock with it, then lubed up my son's eager
asshole.  Steve moaned as I stroked his hole and inserted my index finger.

"Mmmm-hmmm," he cooed.

"I'm going to fuck my little boy now.  I'm going to ram my man cock into
his little boy pussy.  Is that what you want?"

"Yes, Daddy.  That's what I want," Stevie said.  "Do it, Daddy.  Fuck me
hard."

Steve pulled his legs up and I positioned my throbbing cock against his
hole.  The very thought of what I was doing increased the sexual tension as
the head pushed past the muscular ring, entering his love canal.

Steve sighed, and I waited for him to adjust to the presence of my pole.  I
pressed a little farther in, and his hole seemed to just suck me in to the
hilt.  A look of ecstasy came over his face, and I'm sure over mine as
well, as I felt the vicelike grip of his anus around my shaft.

Slowly, I began thrusting in and out, gently fucking my son.  He rested his
bare feet on my shoulders, and I turned my head to take his toes in my
mouth, gently nibbling on them as I fucked.

"Oh, Daddy, that is so good," Stevie cried.  "Suck my toes!  Fuck my ass!"

"Oh, yes, Stevie," I answered.  "I'm gonna fuck your little ass raw."

"Yes, Daddy.  I've been a bad boy.  I need to be punished.  Ram that hard
cock in my ass, make it hurt!  Oh, Daddy, it hurts so good!"

This kind of talk, together with the thrill of breaking just about every
taboo in the book, soon brought me to the brink.  I grasped Stevie's legs
and pulled his tight ass into my groin and had the most intense orgasm I'd
ever experienced.  Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over my
entire body as I expelled my seed into the fruit of my loins.  Stevie cried
out, too, in his joy, and shot a huge wad of cum all over his chest and
face without even touching himself.

Finally, the spasms subsided, and I collapsed on top of my son, kissing him
frantically.

We lay there locked together for a time, until my softening cock eventually
slipped out of Steve's boy-hole, and I rolled off of him, still holding him
tightly as we both drifted off into exhausted sleep.

When I woke up it was morning.  Steve lay sleeping beside me, a gentle
smile on his beautiful lips.  I kissed him gently and got out of bed,
heading for the kitchen.

Once the coffee was made, I began to fry sausages for breakfast, and Stevie
padded into the kitchen, his half-hard cock tenting his faded boxers.  He
wore no shirt, and was barefoot.

"Morning, Dad," he said as he reached for the coffee pot.

"Morning, Son.  Did you sleep well?"

"I had the best sleep of my life.  That was awsome!"

No remorse.  That's good.

Steve watched me turning the sausages in the pan as he poured a cup of
coffee, spilling a great deal of it on the counter.

"Steven Richard Zucher," I said sternly.  "Watch what you're doing!"

Steve looked at the mess he'd made.  "Sorry, Daddy. That was wrong of me.
I guess now I'll have to be punished."

"That's right, Son.  Go to your room."

"Yes, Daddy," he said meekly.  He took his coffee and walked back to his
bedroom.

My cock was starting to rise as I turned off the stove and followed him
down the hall.

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Thanks for reading my little fantasy.  Your comments are welcome, greatly
appreciated, in fact, at moose91762@yahoo.com.  The young man who inspired
the story, who isn't really my son, and I will enjoy reading them.