Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2005 12:20:38 -0700
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Summertime Pleasures #4

Summertime Pleasures #4
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
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I was awoken the next morning by my son's dick entering my ass once more.

"Scott!  Can't you at least ASK me first?"

"No.  Good morning though," he responded, shoving his cock into me a bit
forcefully.  "You know you like it," thrusting his cock deep inside me as
if daring me to deny it.

"Unnnnnhhhhhhhhh."

"Admit it, Dad."

"Yes!"

"You love having my cock in your ass!"

"Yes!" I answered obediently.  He was impatient this morning, and so he
immediately went to ramming my butt.  It didn't take long before he came.
I found myself actually disappointed that it had happened so quickly.  When
he pulled out of my ass, I turned over.  "Good morning," I finally replied.

He was still kneeling, and he smiled down at me.  I pushed my legs apart
and then eagerly took my throbbing cock into his mouth.  Having been
exposed to the cool morning air, his mouth felt even hotter as it
surrounded my dick.  He began bobbing up and down my rod quickly.  I found
my hips pumping in response.  I placed my hand on his head, and he promptly
deep throated me.  My body went rigid with the intense sensation.  His
fingers began massaging my nuts as he continued working my cock.  I pinched
my nipples hard as my orgasm built up and then erupted inside my son's
mouth.  After swallowing my load, he grinned at me and said: "Time for
breakfast!"

I watched him dress, hating to see his gorgeous body get covered by
clothing.  I finally acquiesced and got dressed as well, joining him at the
campfire he had built so we could rid ourselves of the morning chill.

"Dad, we stink!" he said, scrunching his nose.

I tucked my chin, pointed my nose toward an armpit and confirmed what he
had just announced.  "No kidding.  The lake is too damn cold though.  I
think there are showers on the other side at the park campgrounds."  We
decided to drive over there.  We entered the old structure to find locker
room style showers.  We got out of our clothes, and I followed Scott into
the shower room admiring his form, his developing muscles.  We got adjacent
shower heads and adjusted the water very pleased to find that the water got
very hot.  Scott immediately began washing his body.  I slowly washed mine
as I watched his hands gliding over his smooth body.

He looked up and caught me watching him.  He smiled at me, and then I
noticed him making much more gradual movements.  My heart pounded as I
watched his hands sliding up his wet thighs.  I couldn't take it any
longer.  I crossed the distance between us quickly and pulled him to me, my
mouth smashing into his hungrily as we sank into a deep passionate kiss.  I
broke from our kiss noticing Scott breathing hard.  I moved to his nipples
and began sucking on them.  My hand slid down his slick stomach to his
crotch.  He was rock hard, and I began jerking him slowly as I continued
working his nips.

I began kissing down his torso as I sank to my knees until his cock was
twitching in front of my face.  The water ran around the base of his cock
in rivulets, running down his scrotum.  I first took his balls into my
mouth, sucking the water from them.

"Oh gawd!" he gasped, his hands going to my head and latching on to it.  I
spent a good amount of time working his nuts before finally moving to his
rod.  I took the head of his cock into my mouth first as if sampling it.
My tongue flicked the piss slit, and I felt Scott's knees almost buckle.
He began inching backward toward the wall.  I followed him, crawling on my
knees unwilling to release his luscious meat from my lips.  As soon as his
back was against the pale green tiles, I swallowed his cock until my nose
was smashed against his body.  I began sucking his cock in earnest now.
Scott moaned loudly as I swallowed his rod.  With one hand I massaged his
balls while the other reached up and pinched his nipples.  His grip
tightened on my head, and I increased my rhythm.

I moved both of my hands to his rear and gripped his tight ass cheeks as he
began fucking my mouth.  I moved my hand to inside his ass crack and then
inserted the tip of my middle finger into his hole.  I felt his body
shiver, and I gently pushed more of my finger inside.  Now he had a handful
of my hair in his fists, and he guided me roughly back and forth on his
knob.  I finger fucked him while I blew him, and when he finally exploded
into my throat, he shot with so much force he caused me to gag.  I buried
his cock completely as I greedily devoured his salty cum, continuously
moving slowly up and down his shaft encouraging more of his juice from his
cock.

When I finished I stood up.  He grabbed me roughly and our lips met, his
tongue pushing into my mouth as we kissed.  I returned his eagerness and
felt his hand firmly wrap around my cock.  He began stroking me rapidly as
we traded sloppy kisses.  I moaned softly, and he picked up speed.  I
rested my weight against him as my orgasm built and then finally unleashed
into his wet palm.  When I recovered sufficiently, we kissed one last time.
As I moved away from him, I tousled his hair.  I returned to my shower and
finished up.

As we toweled off and put our clothes on Scott asked "What are you going to
tell Mom?"

His query froze me.  "Tell Mom what?"

"Duh Dad."

"I'm NOT telling your mother!  And neither are you!"  "Oh, so we're going
to stop all this when she's back home?" he asked, his tone making the idea
sound even more unbelievable.

"Well, no, of course not."

"So?"

"I don't know, Scott.  We'll just have to be creative and careful."  As we
continued to gather our items to return to the car, I pondered the
situation and knew that if a choice had to be made, as much as I love my
wife, my son would win.


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