Date: Sun, 07 Aug 2005 16:03:00 -0600
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Summertime Pleasures

Summertime Pleasures
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing consensual 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.

If you are interested in my other stories, you can find them listed in the
Authors section toward the bottom under Xavier L.

Please feel free to email me with comments or if you'd like to be notified
when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at
xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk.


My son Scott had never been what some might call modest.  I actually
encouraged that.  I had seen how the shy boys got mistreated in the locker
room and how they were made fun of at the Y.  He was now 13, in excellent
shape, and he knew it too.  He wasn't egotistical about it, but he most
certainly didn't mind showing off his body.  His mother was a bit of a
prude, so he contained himself around her.  Partially.  She had left for at
least a couple of months to take care of her ailing mother.  It was summer,
and so I, being a professor, was able to stay home and just spend time with
Scott.

Scott was a bit tall for his age, well toned, had blonde hair and dark blue
eyes.  When you saw Scott, the first thing you noticed were his eyes.  It
was unavoidable.  They just drew your attention.  Since he was about 11 the
girls had decided he was quite the catch.  Thankfully, he wasn't as
interested in them yet.  Oh, he liked girls, but he liked getting their
attention more than just picking only one to date.  No, that would be too
boring for him I think.  So he always had a circle of . . . admirers.  He
was popular with his school buddies as well.  He had a great sense of humor
and always stuck up for those that others would probably shun since they
weren't cool enough.

While Scott loved his mother, I think every teenager sees escaping at least
one of his parents as quite the great opportunity.  As I was putting away
the dishes, I looked outside and saw Scott stretched out on the hammock
outside in the back yard.  We had privacy fencing, and he was taking
advantage of not only that but also of his mother's absence by wearing only
his boxers.  His mother would've had a stroke.  He knew I didn't care.  He
was hidden from the neighbors and passers-by, so who cared?  I was worried,
however, about how long he might have been out there.  I knew he didn't
like putting on sunscreen, and his fair skin burned too quickly.  So I
decided to go check on him.

When I got to the hammock, I looked my son's body up and down.  I admired
how toned he was without really even trying.  I was so envious.  I had to
work hard to keep my body in good shape.  Youth really IS wasted on the
young I thought.  He didn't appear to be reddened, so I was relieved.  I
could just imagine him getting a 2nd-degree burn.  I'd never hear the end
of it from his mother.  As my eyes scanned his young body, however, my eyes
were drawn to the opening of his boxers.  These pair didn't have a button
to hold the fly closed, and I could see his dick through the opening.

I've never really been attracted to guys before, but for some reason I was
transfixed by this sight.  My curiosity got the better of me, and I
carefully lifted the fly up a bit more to enhance my view.  His modesty in
the house usually extended to wearing underwear, so I it had been a while
since I saw my son nude.  From the bulge I saw in his trunks before, I
figured he was well endowed.  The warmth had made his cock swell a bit so
that it wasn't entirely limp.  I nervously checked his face to make sure he
wasn't waking up.  I gazed at his legs that were covered in fine blonde
hairs that appeared even whiter in the sunlight.  For some bizarre reason,
without even thinking, I found my hand sliding into the fly of his
underwear.  I ran a finger down the length of his shaft.  The skin was
somewhat like velvet, and his cock responded to my touch by beginning to
grow.

Now had I been myself, I would've gotten the hell out of there.  Of course,
had I been myself, I never would've even done this.  Obviously, I was
someone else at this point.  Rather than fleeing, I began stroking his
hardening dick.  I didn't realize he had awoken as I continued massaging
his manhood.  I even pulled his dick out of the fly and let it stand
straight.  I would guess it was about 6 inches, but in any event it was
larger than I expected.  I continued slowly jerking my son until at last I
looked at his face and saw his eyes closed but a smile on his face.

Quickly I withdrew my hand and was about to walk, OK, run away, when Scott
reached out to me and said "Don't stop Dad."

I froze in my tracks thoroughly confused and scared.  I let my son guide my
hand back to his twitching cock and continued where I had left things.  As
I continued stroking him, he began humping my fist.  I took my hand off
long enough to spit in my palm and then return it to his cock where he
pumped it even faster.  I stared at his hands rubbing his body and
occasionally pinching his nipples.  I began stroking more quickly in sync
with his rhythm.  He was breathing fast and his hips were really moving
until at last he let out a loud sigh like "Unhhhh" and I found his white
cum spilling out of his cock and covering my hand.  I gripped his shaft
firmly as he released more.

When at last I let go of my young son's dick, I wiped his cum off on his
boxers and then mechanically said: "You should probably go get cleaned up.
It's almost time for dinner."  I then turned and slowly walked toward the
house.  I barely heard him thank me and say that was great.  I didn't
understand what had just happened.  Not only did I just masturbate a guy,
but I did it to my own son!!  What kind of a perv was I?  I silently
pondered all of this as I made our dinner still filled with shock and
dread.

As I set the table, Scott came into the dining room, wearing only a fresh
pair of boxers, and sat at the table.  I served up dinner and began quietly
eating, not really having any appetite.

"Dad what's wrong?" my son asked.

"Huh?  Oh, I don't know. . ."

"Is it about what you did out there?" pointing to the back yard.

I just nodded my head.

"It's totally cool Dad.  I really liked it."

I just nodded again.  Relieved that he wasn't damaged by it, but still out
of sorts.  After dinner I left Scott to take care of the dishes while I
went for a walk to clear my head.  It didn't work.  By the time I had
returned to the house, I was still as confused as ever.  What bothered me
even more was that I had. . . well, I liked it.  Scott was sitting in the
living room watching TV.  He motioned for me to join him.  Robotically I
came over to the couch and sat down at the opposite end.  He scooted over
to me, stretched out his legs and put his head in my lap.  This wasn't new
behavior, and it brought me more comfort as a sign that everything was OK
between my son and I.  I looked down and saw him smiling up at me.  I
returned his smile, my mood lifting and then shifted my gaze to the show.

We had watched a couple of comedies, and then a good movie came on.  Other
than going to the bathroom, Scott pretty much hadn't budged from this
position.  Again, not a new behavior.  That came a little later in the
show.  I had a hand resting across his bare chest.  Had I looked down
toward his crotch, I would've noticed he had a raging hard-on, but my eyes
were firmly fixed on the screen.  Until I felt Scott moving my hand
downward.  I looked down at my hand and watched him pushing my hand down
toward his crotch.  "Scott. . . " I said beginning to protest, but he was
undeterred.  He not only put my hand on his groin, but when I obviously
didn't do what he wanted, he took his cock out of the fly and placed my
hand on it.

Staring at his erection, I began stroking him once more.  It was
. . . well, beautiful.  I didn't know if a dick could look perfect, but to
me my son's was a piece of art at this moment.  I watched as he pushed his
boxers down exposing his balls.  He had a thin patch of pubes and a sparse
hair on his sack, but his balls were two beautiful orbs.  Unconsciously I
moved my hand down to his balls and began exploring them.  This made him
try to move his legs farther apart, but the boxers restrained him.  "Dad,
my boxers," he said.

I pushed the boxers down further, past his knees, and by moving his legs
around he was able to get them to his ankles where he promptly kicked them
off, tossing them across the living room.  I ran my hand along his creamy
thighs enjoying the smoothness of his skin.  His dick twitched at me
beckoning me to return, and so I once against gripped his firm rod and
began stroking my boy.  I moved my hand up and down his cock slowly as my
trance continued.  And then I did something that shocked us both.  I found
my head lowering toward his groin.  As my mouth approached the head of his
dick, I found my lips opening and then felt his cock slide past them.  I
heard him moan as his dick penetrated my mouth, and he began moving his
hips to move it back and forth.

I took my mouth off of his cock and then lowered it to his balls where I
tasted each one, gently sucking on them one by one while my son said "Oh
Dad!"  I released the firm orbs and returned my mouth to his cock.  I felt
his hands grip my head and begin pushing me down.  I relaxed my mouth as I
took more of his cock into my mouth.  His body responded by stiffening more
and pumping faster and harder, forcing his dick into my mouth deeper until
it was completely buried within its confines.  I massaged his balls while
his pelvis lifted off the couch as he fucked my mouth in earnest, moaning
continuously and breathing hard until there was a rapid rush of thick,
salty fluid filling my mouth and throat. I gagged as the fluid forced its
way down my throat and swallowed.  His hands held my head firmly in place
as I continued to devour my son's orgasm.

When he recovered, he exclaimed "Oh Dad that was just AWESOME!"  All I
could do was nod as my mind reeled.  He kissed me on the cheek and
announced he was going to go take a shower.  I watched his round ass as it
disappeared down the hallway.

I turned the TV off and went to my den to check my email hoping for any
distraction I could muster.  My cock was rock hard in my shorts, but I
didn't relieve myself.  I was almost afraid to.  That would just mean I had
REALLY enjoyed it.  I turned on the computer and got lost in my email and
catching up on the news.  Scott cleared his throat as he moved up along my
chair, his groin almost even with my chin.  He had a towel around his
waist, and his hair was damp from his shower and matted against his
forehead.  "Hey Dad," he said.

"Hey" I weakly answered, being inexplicably drawn to the towel and what lay
beneath it.

He saw me looking at the towel, and I felt his hand pull my head toward his
towel-covered groin.  "Go ahead, Dad."  I stared at the white terry cloth
approaching me and watched as he loosened the towel.  It promptly fell to
the floor, and I was greeted by his hard cock again.  Once again his cock
induced a trance as I found myself quickly devouring my teenager's dick.
He slowly rocked his hips as I worked his cock.  My hands slid up his taut
legs until they found the mounds of his ass. I began massaging his ass as
his cock filled my throat.  He again had his hands on my head as he
fiercely fucked my mouth.  I became almost dizzy with the mixed scent of
sex and soap invading my senses.  As he pounded my face, I found myself
pulling him into me deeper wanting to bury him inside my throat as far as
possible.

At my excitement he spread his legs apart for more balance and began making
long and powerful thrusts in my mouth.  I savored his satiny rod in my
mouth, his balls bumping at my chin and the coarse pubic hairs rubbing at
my face as I devoured his tasty morsel.  He began chanting "Oh yeah, oh
yeah, oh yeah," as his rhythm intensified, and then he pulled me against
him roughly as his cum erupted into my throat.  This time I intentionally
began swallowing fast wanting to sample every drop of my son's juice as it
poured into me.  When he released my head and began to pull away from me, I
grabbed him and shoved his cock down my throat again and continued sucking
until I could feel his dick begin to soften.  I then worshipped his nuts
with my tongue and mouth before finally releasing him.

He looked at me beaming and said: "You're the best dad in the world!"  I
smiled back and was absent-mindedly rubbing at my tented shorts.  He looked
down, smiled and turned my chair around so I was facing him.  Looking at me
in the eyes and smiling once more, I watched as he lowered himself onto his
knees and undid my shorts, pulling them and the underwear beneath down to
expose my throbbing meat.  I watched in complete shock, and lust, as his
blonde head rapidly moved to my groin.  My hands gripped the arm rests of
my chair as I felt my cock enter his sweet mouth.  I leaned back as his
mouth began working my aching dick.  I felt tingles run through me as I
felt him pull my shorts down to my ankles.  He pushed my legs apart more
and then began sucking on my hairy balls as I had done his.

I twirled my fingers through his hair as he continued to love on my cock
with his mouth.  I found myself almost breathless when he was finally able
to go down on me all the way, his lips pushing against my pubes as my meat
filled his throat.  I had been hard for so long it didn't take hardly any
time until I was unleashing my own load into my son's mouth.  Like me he
gagged as he worked at swallowing the fluid that was rapidly pouring out of
my dick.  After he had finished, he stood up.  I pulled him into an
embrace, my arms wrapped around his hips and ass cheeks, his soft cock
pressing into my face as I said "I love you son!!"