Date: Mon, 25 Dec 2006 01:42:46 -0700
From: Xavier <runtalon@gmail.com>
Subject: Working the Mat

Working the Mat
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his teenaged
son. Theme requested by a reader.  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 under XavierL (toward the bottom of the list).

If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel
free to email me as well.

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.


I came home expecting to see my 14-year-old son Jimmy playing video games.
When he wasn't in the living room, I went searching.  I found him laying on
his bed.  He was still dressed in his gymnastic pants.  Jimmy has been
doing gymnastics since he was 8.  He's almost 6 feet tall already and has
the bulging arms common to gymnasts.  He was holding a handful of papers on
his lap and was reading.

"Hey Jimmy.  How was practice?"

His striking green eyes moved from the pages in his hand.  "Pretty good.
Worked the mat today."

"How's the new routine coming?" I asked.

"It's coming.  Coach is driving me crazy, of course."

I chuckled.  Jimmy's eyes went back to the pages.  I don't know why, but I
was highly interested in those papers.  "What you reading?"

A smirk appeared on his face.  "Something from the Net."

"Oh?" I replied and entered his room and sat at the foot of his bed.
"Obviously something rather interesting."

His eyes got large as he answered "Oh most definitely."

"You gonna tell me what it is?"

A mischievous look quickly formed.  "Well, let's just say you should clear
your history when done."

Clear my history?  "Ummm, you've lost me."  Smiling a bit malevolently, he
held up one of the pages.  I swallowed hard as I saw the picture of a "dad"
going down on his "son."  "Some of these stories are pretty interesting
too."

I'm sure I had become pale.  I could feel sweat breaking out.  Shit!
"Look. . . I. . . . "

"Yes?"  He was enjoying my discomfort immensely.

"You're not going to tell Tina I hope," I whimpered, referring to his
stepmother.

"Well, that depends."

My heart was thumping almost painfully in my chest.  "Depends?! On what?"

"How good you do," he said, moving the incriminating papers to his side.
The movement drew my attention, and I could see a tent in his white pants.

I opened my mouth to speak but then closed it again, silenced by my
complete shock.

He once again held up the picture he had shown me.  I looked from the
picture to his crotch and saw his hand rubbing his hard-on through his
pants.

"Son. . . I. . . "  Again, I could say nothing.

I watched him put the papers away in the drawer of his nightstand.  I began
to feel relieved. Until I watched his hands push his pants and jock down
exposing his hard dick.  He pushed them down his meaty thighs, and I could
see the dark brown patch of pubic hairs behind his erect dick.  His balls
had some hair on them as well, but not a thick patch.  I also noticed he
was shirtless.  My eyes went up from his dick and followed the dark
treasure trail leading to his belly where I took in the sight of his 6-pack
abs.

"You're wasting time."

I shook my head.  Had I not fantasized about this?  Well, maybe not with
Jimmy, but the idea of father-son sex.  My pulse throbbed in my temples as
I watched him briefly stroke his rod.  "Jimmy. . . "

"Dad, either come over and do it, or I tell Tina and Mom."

I wiped my sweaty palms on his blanket.  I began to plead with him, but the
look in his eyes told me he wasn't bluffing.  I got up, shut his door, and
locked it.  As I approached his bed, I took note of his victorious smirk.

"Pull my pants off.  I want you between my legs like the pic."

I swallowed again. I took hold of his pants and jock and pulled them off
his hairy legs.  He spread his legs apart, and I moved between them.  As I
got very near to his crotch, I attempted to reason with him once again.
"Jimmy. . . " I began, but his hand went to my head and pushed it down.  As
my face sank to his crotch, his musky smell assaulted my nostrils.  I felt
a little dizzy.  I probed the head of his throbbing dick with my tongue.
The pungent salt of his sweat acted like an aphrodisiac.  My lips slowly
parted and spread over his helmet.

His hand pushed my head down, and his hips thrust upward forcing his rod
into my mouth.  "I want a good one, and you better swallow too."

Swallow?! I shouted in my head.  Oh gawd! This was bad enough!  I started
to pull my mouth off his hard meat to debate this, but he held my head firm
and thrust his cock deeper into my mouth.  His salty flesh entered me
deeper, and his musk was stronger.  It unhinged me, and I found myself
forcing his cock into my resistant throat.  I ignored my own gagging as I
desperately sought to swallow his entire rod.

"Yeah Dad!" he hissed.

I began sucking his delicious young flesh more earnestly, my head rising
and falling on its own now.  With some of my fingers I began massaging his
balls which elicited a soft moan.  I released his cock and immediately
started sucking on his sac.  His knees pulled up so the soles of his bare
feet were resting on the bed.  His legs pushed toward the blanket giving me
more room.  I greedily worked his balls until there was no longer any trace
of sweat on them.

I returned to his luscious cock.  If I were to guess, it was at least 7
inches.  No matter, I forced his hard dick down my throat until my nose
pressed into his pubes.  He shivered as he moaned, and then he began
fucking my mouth.  His hand held my head down as his hips maneuvered his
succulent rod in my mouth.  I knew being so young, he wasn't going to last
long at this pace, but I didn't care.  I found myself eagerly awaiting his
load.  In no time he was bucking wildly, both his hands gripping my head
now.

I could feel his body shivering a little as he picked up speed, and I
braced myself.  I was hungry for his milk now.  He pounded my throat a few
more times, and then he stiffened as his cum exploded into my throat.  I
coughed and thought I might vomit, but I swallowed as fast as I could.
Since he was only 14, for some reason I didn't expect much of a load, but
it seemed to keep rushing into me!  It was as salty as his skin, and I
devoured it readily.

When at last his cock had stopped erupting, I gently sucked on his balls.
I began to return to his cock, when he stopped me.  "Dad, Tina will be home
soon."  It seemed to take me a few moments before the importance of that
really hit me.  "I'm going to shower.  After Tina goes to bed, come back."

I nodded obediently and tried to catch my breath as I watched my son's hard
naked body walk away and enter his bathroom.  As the water turned on in the
shower, I wiped my hand across my mouth to remove the remnants of my
saliva.

I spied his jock as I was getting off the bed.  I separated it from his
pants and put it to my nose and inhaled his fragrance deeply.  I picked up
my briefcase, opened it, lovingly set the jock inside, and locked it shut.

When I got to my bedroom, I realized my cock was straining against my
slacks.  I took off my clothes, unlocked the briefcase to retrieve my son's
damp jockstrap, and lay on the bed.  I took my socks off, and kept one of
them handy.  I then placed his underwear over my nose and began stroking my
cock as I visualized his athletic body thrusting into me.  I came into my
sock quicker than I expected.

Remembering Jimmy's admonition, I put the jock back in my briefcase, and
locked it.  Then I got dressed in my sweats, leaving my underwear off, and
headed to the living room to watch some news before Tina got home.  Shortly
after I sat down, Jimmy came into the living room.  He was shirtless and
wearing a pair of loose-fitting shorts.  He plopped down next to me.  My
eyes surveyed his muscular body once again.  He had one hand behind his
head, and I noticed he had a thick amount of dark hair in his pits as well.
As I gazed at his pecs, I pushed down the desire to suck on his nipples.

Just as I was deciding to put my hand down his shorts, I heard the garage
door opening.  I snapped out of my fantasy at the sound of my wife's car
door closing.

After dinner, Tina and I retired to our room.  I gave Jimmy a goodnight
kiss on his cheek, and he whispered "Remember" as he returned the kiss.  I
made to swallow, but my mouth was dry.

I read until Tina fell asleep.  I carefully slid out of bed and left our
room as silent as a thief.  Jimmy's door had been left partially open, so I
didn't knock.  As soon as I entered the room, I shut the door.  Below the
waist, Jimmy was under the sheets.  I admired his bare chest once more as
his smile washed over me.  I watched his legs spreading underneath the
sheets, and I climbed between his legs.  My dick was already growing, and I
watched a lump begin to form in the white fabric.  I reached out and rubbed
the lump.  Then I pulled back the sheet exposing his naked form.  I stroked
the stiffening flesh of his cock lovingly before lowering my head to kiss
it.

I ran my tongue along the growing shaft and flicked my tongue at his piss
slit.  Tina did this to me, and it always drove me wild.  It had the same
effect on my son.  I savored the feeling of his dick swelling in my hungry
mouth.  As soon as it was good and hard, I began to suck on it.  The musky
scent had been replaced by the smell of soap, but it did not change my
hunger for his cock.  I was just beginning to get into a rhythm when he
stopped me.

His hand pushed my head away.  My mouth was still open, and I pushed
against him trying to return his dick to my lips.  "Time for the next pic
Dad."

I stopped straining against his hand, and lifted my head to look at the
page he held aloft.  My eyes grew wide at this picture, and my heart began
pounding in my chest again.  "No fucking way, son."

"Oh yes," he said calmly, his smugness simultaneously annoying and
frightening me.

I stared at the picture again.  The father and son in this photo were
different.  Probably wasn't a legal pic because the kid looked around
Jimmy's age, but that wasn't my big concern really.  The dad was kneeling
on the floor, his chest pressed into a mattress, and his son was behind
him.  In the photo part of his son's cock could be seen between the older
guy's ass cheeks.  Underneath was a caption reading "Jamie mounts his dad."
I was shaking my head no as Jimmy pulled out a bottle of lotion from the
drawer I had seen him in earlier.

"You know your options," is all he said.

I crawled off of the bed and stood there, my mind reeling.  I didn't even
think about how my unrestrained hard-on would be obvious right now.  I
didn't care.  My son wanted to fuck me in the ass!!  I rubbed my forehead
as I watched Jimmy stand up and coat his dick, which with the prospect of
it going in my virgin hole now looked enormous, with the lotion.  He stood
there defiantly when he was done, jabbing a finger toward the ground.

"Jimmy . . . " I began yet again.

"Now," he said firmly.

Fuck! Was he REALLY 14?  But, I have to admit that his aggressiveness
turned me on at the same time it mystified me.  I found myself kneeling on
the floor against his bed.  As I began to rest my upper body on his sheets,
I felt him moving into position behind me.  I felt his strong hands sliding
my sweats down.  I began to turn around, but he shoved me back down.  I
felt his fingers parting my cheeks, and then I swallowed hard as I felt the
head of his cock pressing against my hole.  "Jimmy. . . "

But he paid no heed.  As the helmet-shaped head of his dick penetrated my
hole, I knew there was no turning back.  More of his hard flesh entered me,
and it felt like my ass was on fire!  I grabbed fistfuls of his sheets and
blanket and buried my face in his mattress, the warmth left behind by his
body lending little comfort.  "Wow! This is really tight!"

No shit Sherlock! I thought.  That hole used to only be an exit only!  I
took a mouthful of sheets as more of his rod pushed forward.  At some point
he did stop once and ask if I was okay.  I nodded my head and mumbled,
afraid to release my mouthful of fabric.  More of his dick entered me.
When it started to feel like his cock was inside my own, that's when the
pain started its conversion to pleasure.  A little more and then the rest
of his cock slid into me.  He didn't wait long before he was slowing
fucking my sore ass.  He started out slowly and with small movements, but
soon he was withdrawing his cock and then slamming it forward.  I heard
myself moan as his cock rammed into me.

I felt his fingers dig into my hips as he started to pick up speed.  I
relaxed my grip on his sheets as the pain subsided being quickly replaced
by an intense ecstasy.  My son was deep inside of me.  The mere thought
that my boy's cock was now buried in my ass made me hotter.  I moaned
softly as his rod continued plowing my hole.  I could feel the sweat
forming between our bodies.  In my mind I willed him to go deeper.  The
cock that once seemed too huge, I now wished was even bigger.

His thrusting stopped, and I focused on what he was doing.  He was shifting
from being on his knees to now doing an almost squat behind me.  His chest
pressed into my back as his hips pounded his dick into me.  I moaned "Yes!"
as his rhythm became faster.  I was almost chanting "Un huh!" as his new
position afforded him a stronger and faster thrust.  The bed was creaking
softly beneath us as the pace became more urgent.  I didn't want it to end,
but I could tell by his panting and the slight quivering of his legs that
he was now getting near.  Reflexively I squeezed my ass muscles, and my
hole gripped his cock.  The sound that escaped his lips told me it was
almost over.

After a few more thrusts, he rammed his cock in hard, his body firmly
pressed into mine, and I could feel his cock twitching as his load filled
my ass.  He was panting quietly, but his warm breath beat on my damp
back. I slid my hand under my hips and quickly found my cock and stroked it
rapidly.  It felt so much more intense with my son's cock buried in me.  It
seemed like it only took seconds before my sticky load was blasting out of
my dick.  As I came, my ass squeezed his rod again, and I heard a sharp
intake of breath.

When he finally pulled out of my butt, I was almost sad.  I yearned for
that closeness and, frankly, the lust created by his young meat inside of
me.  "That was too awesome!" he said.

I got off of the floor and straightened up.  "Damn, my ass hurts!"

He smiled as he said "We'll just have to get you used to it."

I looked at him in shock.  My mind said there won't be another time, but
then lust kicked in and quickly overrode that.

"I better get to bed.  I have a meet tomorrow."

I stood there not wanting to leave.  Finally, I said, as he slid into bed,
"OK.  I'll wake you up."

He smiled.  I bent down and kissed him before turning off his light and
leaving.  As I returned to the room my wife and I shared, I hoped I would
be able to sleep tonight.  I planned on taking advantage of his morning
wood and starting his day off right.  Morning couldn't come quick enough I
thought.

Watch for part 2!