Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2010 00:45:32 -0500
From: Kryton Ex <krytonex@hotmail.com>
Subject: Weird but Nice

Disclaimer: This story is about father/son love.  If you
find this offensive, stop reading while you still have
disclaimer left.  This story is completely fictional and the
characters only exist in the realm of my mind. Comments are
welcome, flames are not.


Weird but Nice


I got home around 10.  I was overjoyed that I would be
climbing into my own bed.  When I left out for work that
morning I informed my 16 year old son, Matt, that any sleep
I'd be getting would be on the couch in my office.  We had a
huge project that by some miracle of programming got
finished hours before expected.  When I entered my living
room I was surprised to find all the lights off.  It was
very early for a teenage boy to be asleep.  I didn't think
much of it though.

When I reached my bedroom I saw lights flickering under the
door and heard very familiar moans.  I knew exactly what I
would find when I opened my bedroom door.  I flung the door
open and there was my son, sitting on my bed, jerking off to
one of my pornos.  He jumped up, fumbling with the remote,
trying to cover himself with my comforter.  It took all my
strength to keep my face deadpan when I really wanted to
laugh at scene in front of me.  He was completely panicked.

"I...I'm sorry, Dad, I didn't know you'd be home tonight."

I looked at him inquisitively, "I just have one question.
Why are you doing this in MY room and not your own."

He bowed his head and mumbled. "Your movies won't play in my
DVD player."

That made sense, his DVD player was newer than mine so it
had protections that wouldn't let it play certain formats
that my older DVD player could.  "You have heard of the
internet right? It's the hot new place teens get their porn,
they no longer need to raid their parent's stash."

By my tone he could tell he wasn't in trouble, and now
covered up to his bellybutton by my comforter, he could at
least make eye contact with me again. He gave me a kind of
half smile, "Your stuff is better than anything I can find."

Poor thing.  Forced to survive off whatever porn he could
get for free, while I'm living in the land of milk and
costly subscriptions.  What a cruel father I have been.
"How about I let you pick some stuff out and I'll burn you
your own DVD, that works in your player, so you can watch it
in your room, on your bed."

His eyes lit up like Christmas morning. "Really?"  So cute.
I pulled my laptop out of my shoulder bag, opened it up and
placed in on his lap.  He scooted over and I lay on the bed
next to him, propped up on a pillow so we could both see the
screen.  Out of all my DVDs, he had been jerking off to a
small Asian girl groaning in pain as she tried to take a
white guy's 9 inch cock up her tight ass.  I started off by
offering him some more videos from that series.  He was
happy to have those.  Then I'd offer him things one extreme
or another, seeing which ones he wanted and which ones he
vetoed.  He liked the stuff with a bunch of guys and one
woman, but not the ones with multiple women and one guy. He
wasn't into S&M, but he did like creampies.  In the end from
what he picked I could tell he got off on a little
degradation and a little pain, but not too much.

The whole process had become an intellectual act for him.
With him picking and choosing which things he wanted on his
very own porn DVD as if I was asking him if he wanted
Cheerios or Frosted Flakes for breakfast.  But I, on the
other hand, was very much aware that I was laying in bed
next to my naked son, sure he was under my comforter and I
was on top of it, but still, my cheek pressed against the
soft hairs on his arm, I could see newly formed muscles of
his chest and stomach just below that last tiny layer of
baby fat. I wanted so badly to just reach out and touch his
body in a way I never had before. Fortunately, if he ever
noticed my raging hard-on I could blame it on the porn and
not the warmth of his body.

After he had a pretty decent collection started, I cleared
my throat and offered the last genre I had left. "So, do you
want any of my guy on guy stuff."

His nose crinkled and he looked at me in disbelief. "You're
into that?"

"No, I'm such an avid collector I have just about
everything.  Yes, I'm into that, do you want to see one of
my favorites?"

Shrug. "I guess so."

I opened up a file of a cute kid, slightly older than my son
on a casting couch explaining why he was doing this video. I
scrolled past him stripping and jerking off and stopped at
the part where the guy filming comes from behind the camera
and begins blowing the kid.  My eyes locked on my son's
face.  He stared at the screen like he'd never seen anything
like what he was watching, but I couldn't tell if he was
enjoying it or not.  After a few minutes of watching he
said, "Okay, I'll take this one too."

So I burned the DVD and handed it to him.  He climbed out of
my bed, grabbed his underwear off the floor and shuffled out
of the room.  I took an appreciative look at his ass as he
left.  I'm pretty sure that was the exact moment I decided
that I was going to somehow, someway fuck my son.

I lay in bed stroking my cock, picturing him doing the same
in the next room.  I lasted mere minutes, I was so turned
on.  I fell asleep to the sound of porn playing softly
though our shared wall.

The next morning I was almost done cooking breakfast when my
son came downstairs in just his boxers, as usual.

"Morning Dad."

"Morning Matt."

It was our normal Saturday routine.  Having breakfast
together, telling him about work, him telling me about
school.  But when we were close to finished I could see he
wanted to ask me something but was struggling to say it
aloud.  I patiently waited for him to speak.

"Dad, can I ask you a question?"

"You just did."

He groaned at me, "Well, can I ask you another
question after this question."

"Sure."

"Um...have you ever been with a guy."

"Yes."

"WHEN!?!"

"When I was your age my best friend and I used
to fool around. I used to date a guy in college
before I met your mom, and after we got
divorced I was seeing a man, remember my friend
Brad?"

"He was your boyfriend?"

"For awhile, yes."

"I had no idea. Are you gay?"

"No, I'm bi."

He huffed, "You can just say it like that?"

"Well, it's not particularly new to me.  You
just didn't know."


"And why didn't you tell me."


"Well, before last night we never really talked
about what gets us hard, now have we?"


He stared at the floor, blushing. Adorable.
"So does that mean you've like had a guy's you
know, in your mouth?"


"Yes."


"And you've done a guy in the ass?"


"Yep." I nodded.


"And has a guy ever, you know, done you in the
ass?"

"Fine, fine, fine.  You've worn me down.  We
can fool around.  But just a little, nothing
serious, like sodomy."


His eyes grew wide, "WHAT!?"


"Well, that's what this interrogation into my
sex life is about right?  You want to see if
you can get me to fool around with you."


"Uh...no...I...uh...was just curious.  I
didn't...uh...no."  He turned his body away
from me and faced his breakfast.


I reached over and slowly ran my hand up his
thigh towards his crotch.  His body tensed but
he didn't move away.  I slipped my hand into
his boxers and grabbed his dick.  It began to
grow in my hand as I gently stroked my son.

He swallowed and closed his eyes.

"How does that feel?"

"Weird."

"Just weird?" I asked disappointed, I was hoping
he'd let me continue.

"Kinda nice, too."

"Nice is good."

He weakly nodded, his eyes still closed.

"Why don't we go over to the couch and I can
show you something really nice."


He got up and I reluctantly let go of his cock
as we made our way to the living room.  He stood
in front of the couch and waited.   I grabbed
his boxers at the waist and pulled them down.
He stepped out of them, trembling, he was so
nervous about what might happen. I kneeled in
front of his naked body and just took in how
damn sexy he was.  His cock was fully hard now,
bobbing in front of me begging to be licked.  I
looked up as my mouth made it's way to his thick
rod.  He was watching me with the same
hopefulness every guy I'd ever gone down on had
the first time my mouth was near their cock.


I licked the tip and he sucked in a breath.  I
let my warm mouth close over him and he melted
against me.  I took his entire length down my
throat, until my nose hit his pubes. Then I
pulled back and did it again.  He leaned on my
shoulders as I held his ass and slammed him into
my face again and again.  "Oh God, Oh Fuck!" he
groaned as he got so close to coming that the
grabbed the back of my head and took over.   And
right before he came I did something
exceptionally cruel.  I pulled off of him.  He
looked so confused.  All he wanted in that
moment was to cum down my throat and I had torn
my mouth from his cock.  And my head from his
very firm grip I might add.


"Sit on the couch." I said when I was finally
able to breathe again.


"But..."


"Just sit down!" I said pushing him towards the
couch. His hard on was red, dripping with my
saliva and his precum and pounding for release.

He sat there and stared.

"Lift your knees up to your chest."

"You said you weren't going to fuck me."

"Just lift them."

He did as I instructed.  I crawled up to the
couch, his cheeks were spread far apart, his
untouched hole just waiting for me.  I wet my
finger and ran it across his virgin asshole and
he shivered.  I ran my tongue down his crack and
started eating out his ass. His head pushed into
the back of the couch and he moaned audibly.


"Weird but nice?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, real weird and really nice.  Keep
going."

I kept licking him, slowly forcing my tongue
inside him. When I had got it in as far as it
could go, I replaced my tongue with a finger,
then two.  Matt was groaning in pleasure,
fucking himself on my hand, all sense of
embarrassment or reserve completely forgotten.

"Son, I lied.  I said I wasn't going to fuck
you, but I want you so bad."

Still lost in the ecstasy I was making him feel,
he just nodded his consent.  "It's okay, you can
do it."

I pulled my fingers from him, he pouted.  "Be
right back."
I ran upstairs and grabbed my bottle of lube and
came back to the couch.  I thoroughly lubed up
his ass and my cock before I got into position,
his ankles on my shoulders as I lined up my dick
with his hole.  I leaned forward and the whole
head of my cock slipped inside him.

"OW! Take it out! It hurts! Take it out."

I held still, "Just relax.  It hurts cause you
are too tense. Give it a minute."

"I'm tense because it hurts. Take it out!"

"Just wait, one minute okay? If it still hurts
I'll stop." He nodded.  Tears were forming in
his eyes.  I know that was supposed to make me
feel terrible, but it turned me on even more.
The expression on his face was just so cute.

I held that uncomfortable position for what
seemed like forever.  Every inch of my body
wanted to slam home into his and fuck him
senseless, but I knew if I did that, it would be
the last time. He'd never let me have him like
this again if I hurt him so callously.  After
awhile I asked, "Do you think I can push a
little more in?"

He gave a little nod.  I slid in a little more
and waited for him to get used to it.  This time
I could feel his relaxing around my cock much
sooner and I was able to get more in.  Several
centuries later my balls finally rested against
his ass.  "I'm all the way in, see, was that so
hard?"

"YES!"

I smiled rolling my hips against him but not
pulling out. "Does it still hurt?" He shook his
head.  So I pulled out a little and slid back
in, watching his face for pain.  There was none,
so I pulled out a little more and pushed in
again. Still, he seemed okay, so I began fucking
his ass, in long slow strokes, until his eyes
closed and his hips began to push towards me as
I pushed forward into him.  I was starting to
get close so I pulled out, his eyes shot open,
and he looked at me like I was an asshole, this
being the third time I'd stopped as he was
beginning to enjoy himself. "Come here, lean
over the side of the couch."

He got up and got into the position I wanted
him.  His feet on the floor, his body laying
across the couch arm.  I stood behind him and
worked myself back inside him.  I grabbed his
hips and began fucking him faster and harder,
picking up tempo until I was slamming into him
with full force.  The couch shook beneath us,
the sounds of my balls slapping against him
filled the room.  My son was grunting and
groaning, and fucking my cock for all that he
was worth.  He cried out and his ass started
milking my dick, that's how that I knew he was
cumming.   I started cumming too, deep inside my
little boy.


I collapsed on top of him.  Both of us covered
in sweat.  I slid out of him with a plop and
maneuvered myself back to the couch.  Completely
relaxed and satisfied.  He collapsed next to me
and I put my arm around him.  Our eyes met, he
smiled shyly and looked away. "Are you okay,
with what just happened?"

"I'm tingling in places I didn't know I had Dad.
I'm more than okay."

I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips.

He smiled.