Date: Sat, 25 Sep 2004 22:05:17 -0500
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Taking Care of Marc

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

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


Taking Care of Marc
by Xavier


My wife was away yet again on a long business trip.  Marc, 14, is our
youngest and only one still at home.  I was treated to the scare of my life
today when I got a phone call from the school that Marc had been hurt and
was being taken to the hospital.  The voice on the other end of the phone
tried to reassure me that it wasn't serious and only a precaution, but when
your kid is hurt, your ears stop hearing after "to the hospital."  When I
got to the ER, I found out all was well.  He was a little bumped and
bruised from a fall during cross country practice, but nothing broken or
seriously injured.  As they sent us home, the ER doc handed me a
prescription for pain medication for him stating that they had to clean
some of his road rash pretty thoroughly and he was going to be sore for a
couple of days.  I nod and help Marc hobble to the car.

When we got home, he limped into the house.  "Marc, are you hungry?"

"No.  They gave me something at the hospital.  Thanks."

I hand him his pill and some water.  "Here, take this and go lie down."

He swallowed the pill and limped down the hall.  I got his things out of
the car, threw his smelly practice clothes into the washer and got some
stuff straightened up.  No point in calling my wife.  She'll just freak
out.  A little while later I went by Marc's room to check on him.  He had
managed to get his shirt off before sleep overtook him.  I stood at his
door and smiled.  I loved how the children looked so angelic when they were
asleep.  He was a pretty good kid, but angelic wasn't a word we would
normally use to describe him.  I went to his bed and looked down at him.  I
had not noticed how nice of a body he was getting.  He had a 6-pack and
some very nice definition to him.  I couldn't resist reaching down and
feeling his developing chest.  He still had peach fuzz that would one day
probably turn into dark hair like mine.  He was so out of it he didn't even
stir.

I went ahead and took off his shoes and socks, grabbed the sides of his
shorts and pulled them off.  His boxers started to come down with them.  I
stopped pulling his shorts down long enough to pull his boxers back up, but
not before noticing the patch of pubes he had already grown.  I don't know
what happened within me, but I could feel stirrings in my groin.  I
finished pulling his shorts off and saw his dick peaking out of his boxers.
It looked perfectly shaped with a nice "helmet."  I looked back at Marc's
face.  No sign of awakening.  I pulled him up into his bed more and then
pulled the sheets over him and left the room.

I went back into the kitchen to get something to drink.  Suddenly my mouth
was very dry and I was very aware of my dick growing.  I decided to watch
some TV to get my mind off of my son's dick and pubes.  Nothing worked.  I
felt summoned to his room, drawn there by some magnetic force.  I decided
to go to my room.  As I walked by his room, I again peered in on him.  He
was fast asleep, in the same position I left him in.  I stood there for
what seemed an eternity before deciding to get another look.  Looking
wouldn't hurt, right?

I went over to his bed, lifted the sheet and stared at his boxers.  There
was a nice bulge where his dick and balls were nestled within their cotton
home.  I felt the hairs on his leg and enjoyed his masculinity for a while
before deciding to get a good look again.  After checking to make sure he
hadn't awoken, I parted the fly of his boxers and moved things so I could
see better, the light from the hallway being my only viewing aid.  It was a
very nice dick.  Bigger than I had expected.  It had been awhile since we
were naked together.  With his sports practice and my work schedule, we
hadn't been able to go to the gym together much.  I was admiring his lovely
dick when my hand, seemingly of its own free will, went into the fabric
confines and starting stroking the head of his dick.  It felt like silk.

I decided to get a better view by pulling his boxers down.  He had nice
balls with a thin layer of pubes.  I played with those for a bit and then
went back to his dick.  I traced up and down its silky shaft enjoying the
sensations and the risk.  I don't know how long I had been doing this when
I noticed he was getting hard.  Of course, I continued to tease it as it
grew to its full, very respectable length.  I played with it gently, mostly
using my fingertips, feeling the veins running along the shaft, enjoying
the mixture of soft and hard.  I wrapped my fingers around my son's shaft
and slowly began to jack him off.  Part of me could hear him mumbling
something or moaning.  I didn't care which.  I was swept away in these
sensations, my heart racing.

I don't know what made me do it, but I felt drawn to that dick.  It was
beckoning to me, calling me, begging me to taste it.  I slowly leaned down
and took the head of his dick into my mouth, probing it gently with my
tongue.  His groin still smelled musky from his sweaty workout, and his
shaft tasted slightly salty.  I took more of him into my mouth and felt his
body respond.  I looked up at him, and it looked like he was having one
helluva dream.  I smiled and went back to my task.  I moved up and down his
shaft, filling my mouth with his firm rod.  I moved my mouth to his balls.
I decided his boxers were in my way, so I removed them and spread his legs
more.  I sucked his balls into my mouth, playing with his dick and then
turned my oral attention back to my son's cock.

I sucked him deep and long, hearing his breathing change, feeling his
muscles twitching beneath my hands, and then felt his dick swell and
explode into my mouth.  I greedily swallowed it all, licking up every
trace.  I lovingly watched him sleep some more, his dick shrinking,
mentally burning the entire imagine into my mind.  I guess I should've felt
guilty, but I didn't.  I tried putting his boxers back on but gave up after
a moment and covered him back up.  As I was leaving the room, I heard a
soft voice coming from his corner of the room: "Thanks Dad."

I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes bulging in surprise.  I couldn't even
turn to look at him.  I hoped he was talking in his sleep and remembering
something else.  No, I prayed that was it.  I went in my room, jacked off
and then went to sleep.  The next morning I got up and checked on Marc.  He
was still out cold.  I decided to go shower and try to come up with some
REALLY good excuses.

After adjusting the water temperature, I got in and shampooed my hair, and
started soaping my body when I heard the door creak.  I stopped, listening
intently, searching through the steam.  Through the glass door I could see
someone in the bathroom.  "Marc?  Is that you?"

Suddenly the door opened, and in stepped Marc, naked as I had left him,
wearing only a grin and an erection.  "Hi Dad."

"Ummm, hi.  What are you doing?"

"I was hoping for some more."

"Some more?"  Trying to play stupid.  Last ditch effort I guess.

"Yeah, some more."

"I guess I don't know what you're referring to."

He laughed.  "Come on Dad.  You and I both know what happened last night,
and I liked it."  His hands reach toward my hips and pull me closer to him.
I grudgingly followed as he pulled me over.  Our shower has 2 seats for
lack of a better term.  Never really paid much attention to them.  Mostly
just used them to rest shampoo bottles on, but I found myself silently
blessing the person who thought of these seats.  Smiling the whole time,
his eyes locked on mine, almost hypnotizing me, he sat down and spread his
legs.  When I didn't follow him down, he pulled on my hand.  I leaned down
and his hand found the back of my head.  "Come on Dad."

I knelt down, the hot water beating on my back, my heartbeat in my throat,
Marc's dick staring accusingly at me, as I opened my mouth and took my son
into me once again.  I heard Marc hiss "Yessss" as I began to work.  Last
night I was gentle, tentative, slow.  This morning I am filled with total
greed as I suck his cock, his hand encouraging me in my up and down motion.
He begins to pump my mouth, his hips moving in rhythm with my hungry
bobbing.  Marc earnestly fucks my face, one hand holding my head in place
while his body lifts off the seat to slide his rod in and out of my mouth.
As his pumping becomes more urgent, I prepare myself for what I know is
soon going to happen and am rewarded with repeated loads of my son's milk.
After he finishes unloading, I rest my head on his thigh, while he plays
with my hair.  "Thanks Dad.  Can I stay home from school today?  I can't
wait to do some more."

"He's got to be kidding" I think in surprise as I look up at him and
realize he couldn't be more serious.  I find myself nodding yes as I become
aware of my hands playing with his balls and caressing them, and his once
flaccid dick quickly waking back up.