Date: Fri, 19 Feb 2010 13:40:59 -0800 (PST) From: Jon T. Subject: Queer For My Son - Chapter 4 This is a work of fiction - these characters exist only in my fevered imagination. This story features sex between a father and his willing son. If you're not into that or if you are not of an age to be reading X-rated stories, please go elsewhere. If you wish to provide feedback, you can contact me at t_jon15@yahoo.com. Thanks to the guys who have written to me thus far. One additional note: I have never participated in, nor do I advocate for, incest or sex with minors. Please practice safe sex at all times. Queer For My Son - Chapter 4 Dane's cock softened, causing it to slide out of my slimy asshole. I reached back and felt of my hole and brought it back up, afraid to look. I was relieved there was no blood on my fingers. I reached again, intrigued by the slickness. My hole felt wide open. I stuck three fingers into it with ease, stirring Dane's copious load. Dane was sitting on his haunches watching me as I did this. I rolled over and looked at him. "Was this one of the new moves you were going to show me?" I smiled as I said this. "Eventually. I didn't expect it to come about this way." "But you've been planning to fuck me for a while now, right?" Anger was beginning to rise within me. Dane saw this on my face and was alarmed. He held his hand up as he tried to respond, "Dad..." I stopped him and got to my feet. "There's really no way you can explain this. I would suggest you don't try, at least not right now. I need to go to the bathroom." I hurried past him, headed towards the bathroom connected with my bedroom. I went in, closed the door, and locked it behind me. I sat on the toilet and put my head in my hands. Dane's load, and I wasn't sure what else, began to slide out of my hole into the toilet bowl. My mind was still spinning. It felt as though my nerve endings were popping and sparking. The thing that was most disturbing to me was that the experience was the hottest and sexiest of my life. I had no idea it could ever be that sensational to be fucked in the ass. I knew it shouldn't have happened and that I would never the same again. The super-charged experience of being fucked by my son had changed me forever. Foremost in my mind was a sense of terror that this event would drive a wedge between us. There was no one in the world I loved more than Dane. He was all I had in the world. My only living relatives were a few of my mom's cousins who all lived in New York. I could not bear the thought that there could ever be a division of any kind between my beloved son and me. I had to try to think my way through this, quickly. I didn't know what to say to him. I couldn't say I didn't want him to fuck me again. All my self-concept about my sexuality was sliding away. Without even knowing what those things were, I wanted to do everything a man could do with another man with him. I wanted to go back out there and throw myself into his arms. I wanted him to possess me. But this was wrong! He was my son! Fathers and sons weren't supposed to fuck! I heard Dane try the door handle and then a gentle, "Dad. Please come out." I could tell that he was weeping. It broke my heart that my wonderful son could be crying. "Dane, don't cry. Just give me a few minutes, OK?" It seemed like the activity in my backside had subsided. I got up and looked cautiously into the bowl. Blobs of Dane's cum floated on the surface. I couldn't see anything to become alarmed about. I felt of my hole again and couldn't resist sticking my fingers in. The interior was still very slick, which I found to be very erotic. My cock hadn't completely softened since the fuck, and now I could feel it rising again. I carefully wiped several times and then flushed the toilet. I thoroughly washed my hands and dried them. Then I reached for the door handle and paused, trying to think what I was going to say or do. I made a quick decision and opened the door. Dane was sitting on the edge of my bed, his head down, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Oh, baby. Come here." He looked up, a fearful look on his face. "Come here." He got up cautiously and took a step towards me. I stepped to him and took him into my arms. I kissed him passionately, with all my heart. I could see his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and then he melted into the kiss. My lips parted, and his tongue entered my mouth. I sucked on it and then met it with my own tongue. The kiss seemed to go on forever. He was still shuddering with emotion. "Dad! Daddy!" I put my finger to his lips. "I have no idea how we're going to work our way through this, but it's OK. It's not OK that it happened the way it did. But I can't say you raped me. And I can't say I didn't want it. I just don't know what we're going to do, or how we go forward from here. Come on. We both need a shower." I pulled him towards the bathroom and my roomy shower stall. I turned on the water and adjusted it to how I liked it. I knew he liked it just a bit hotter than I did, but this was my bathroom. I stepped in first and pulled him in after me. The water sprayed between us as we faced one another. I took his hands and kissed him again. Then I ran my hands over his chest. Now it was my turn to be emotional. His muscles rippled, and his fur felt so fine under my fingers. He was an extraordinary young man. He was the fruit of my loins, and he had become this remarkable, spectacularly handsome, desirable man. I realized then how much I had longed to touch him, to hold him, to feel his beauty. His trembling hands went to my shoulders and then down my arms. He put his hands on top of mine as I stroked his pectorals and tweaked his large nipples. He started to say something and I said, "Don't talk. Not right now." "Dad - I've got to pee." "Go ahead." He looked at me like I had lost my mind, but then there was a glint in his eye. He let loose with his strong urine stream. He was just enough taller than me that his piss splashed off the end of my cock and flowed down both of my legs. It was one of the most erotic experiences of my life. My cock slowly rose to a full erection. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me into another kiss. He seemed to have a never-ending supply of piss. We hadn't applied any soap, so the shower stall stank of it even though the water was sweeping it down the drain. I loved the smell because it was his smell. He reached down and was stroking my cock. I reached and let his piss flow over my right hand as it finally wound down. Then I grabbed his cock. I had never felt of another man's cock. The sensation of velvet over steel was overwhelming. Again, it was the best because it was his cock. At that moment, touching him in that manner seemed to be everything I had ever desired without knowing it. I could feel the hot water beginning to run out, so I grabbed the body wash and squirted it onto both of our chests. He scrubbed me while I did the same for him, front and back. We rinsed off quickly. I turned the water off just as it was turning ice cold. I made a mental note that it was high time to buy a bigger hot water heater. I wanted many hot showers with my sexy son. We stepped out into the bathroom, shivering from the air conditioning. I reached under the sink where I had a couple of extra bath towels stored. We quickly toweled ourselves dry. Dropping our towels into the hamper, we stepped into my room. I took his hand and pulled him towards my bed. He stopped me. "Dad. What do you want?" "I'm really tired all of a sudden. Let's just lay down and talk, OK?" He climbed onto the bed first, and I followed. Without saying anything, I rolled onto my right side, and he moved in behind me, spooning me and putting his arm over my chest. He lazily played with my nipple. I could feel his cock wedging itself along my ass crack. I felt safe and protected. It was a shame we had to spoil his moment by trying to figure it out. "What do you want to talk about, Dad?" "I just want to understand what happened tonight. So you are gay after all." "No. Bisexual, definitely. But I didn't know that for sure until tonight. This is the first time I've ever done anything with a guy. But I loved it. Dad, you seem to want to make this into a gay thing. I don't think that's what it is. I don't know what either one of us will do in the future with other people, but this is between you and me. I want you because you are the most important person in my life." "Boys everywhere love their dads. They don't express that love by fucking their dads." "I can't explain it. I just know that had I never fucked you - possessed you - I would have eventually gone insane." I took note of his use of the word "possessed" - it was the same word that had come to me earlier. "Son, it's a very short drive - that going insane business - for both of us, if tonight is any indication." Dane backed up and pulled me onto my back. He kissed me and said, "I've just got to have you, Dad. That's all I know." He kissed me again gently and continued the kiss as his right hand explored my body. He ruffled the fur on my chest, tugging at both of my nipples, and then made his way down my stomach to my cock which had not gone down since it had boned up in the shower. He felt it all over, tugging at my ample foreskin, causing me to groan. Then his hand cupped my balls which seemed to be loading up for another round. I broke the kiss to ask him, "Are you going fuck me again right now? I don't know..." He brushed the hair from my forehead, something I had done often with him as he was growing up. "I'm going to fuck you a lot, if you'll let me. And maybe I'll let you fuck me, too. But right now I want to suck your cock!" My stomach lurched and my cock throbbed as I heard him say this. One question lingered in my mind. "What happened to my rule about using a condom?" He looked very serious as he responded. "I promise I will always use a condom if I'm with someone else, male or female. But I want to fuck you bare. I want to breed you, and I want you to breed me." My cock throbbed again. It made perfect sense to me, and it was what I wanted as well. "I make the same promise to you." I still couldn't believe this was happening. "You really are nuts, you know." His beautiful eyes glistened and his smile glowed . "Yeah. Nuts about you. I love you! I will always love you! And I always want to be able to make love to you!" I felt an urge to laugh and cry at the same time as I kissed him again. Then I pushed on his shoulder with one hand and grabbed my cock with the other. "Suck me, son!" He slid down on the bed to where his face was even with my groin. He grasped my cock, causing me to moan. I had to concentrate to keep from shooting my load. Then Dane began to jack me gently. He positioned himself so that each time he uncovered my cockhead, he would give it a lap with his tongue. The precum was flowing freely. "You'd better get to sucking, or I'm going to blow all over your face." Without a word, he engulfed my cock, taking in about half of it. To my knowledge, he had never sucked cock before, but he seemed to know what he was doing. He moved up and down on it, taking more in with each pass. I could feel the tip bumping against the back of his mouth. Suddenly he coughed and gagged. He had to pull it out and take a short break. Still clearing his throat, he gasped, "I want to deep-throat you!" I stroked the back of his head. "Sweetie, you're doing so much better than anyone else ever has! Take your time! Keep practicing!" He rolled his eyes at me, flashing that wonderful smile, and then dived in once again. He worked up a nice rhythm, not trying to deep-throat me but taking in more than half of my nine inches with each stroke. I was gasping and writhing. His mouth was the hottest thing I'd ever felt. Suddenly I wanted to taste his beautiful cock. "Turn around. I want to suck you." He moved quickly, and suddenly his cock was in my face, the cock that had been in my ass a short time ago. I was surprised when tears came to my eyes. If I had never done anything else good in my life, I had outdone myself when I helped to create this marvelous creature, my son. I grasped his cock and pulled the foreskin back. He groaned around my cock, which was buried in his face. I was about to take a cock into my mouth for the very first time in life. I cautiously licked around his cockhead, not knowing what to expect. I was pleasantly surprised at the taste. I would know later that every man has his distinct flavor. This was my son's, who I loved more than anyone or anything on earth. Suddenly Dane moved to where he was straddling my head on his knees, his cock dangling in my face, his face over my crotch. His long legs provided just the right distance between his cock and my mouth. I gently took his cockhead into my mouth, sucking on it gently. Being a guy, I knew the worst thing during a blowjob was to feel teeth, so I was very careful in that regard. He was a mouthful, but I managed it. The feeling of his cock in my mouth was exhilarating. He began to thrust gently in and out. He dropped my cock from his mouth and grunted, "Suck me, Dad! Suck my cock!" I answered by redoubling my efforts with my lips and tongue. He pulled my legs back, exposing my ass. I was folded in two, my feet waving in the air. He was licking my cock from top to bottom and then my balls. And then I felt him go lower. His tongue on my asshole was electrifying. I let his cock pull out of my mouth. "What are you doing? You're licking my asshole!" He chuckled and dug in with his tongue. I groaned loudly. "I had no idea..." "I told you. Your asshole can make you feel really good!" He scrambled around to where he was kneeling between my legs. He pushed on my lower back, raising my ass even further. "Beautiful!" I grasped his upper arms as he continued to munch on my butt. He would move to my balls, take my cock into his mouth and then back to my ass. This went on for several minutes. I realized I wanted to feel his cock inside me again. We were on the same wave length. He lifted his beautiful head and said, "Dad, I've got to have you." "Go ahead! Fuck me!" He spat on my hole several times, working his saliva in with his thumbs. Then he spat on his palm and used his spit to lubricate his ramrod-stiff cock which was already wet with precum. Once again, I was stunned at the size of it, but I was ready. With my legs on his shoulders, he put his huge cock at my opening and pushed gently. I was still lubricated from the earlier episode, and he slid in to the hilt in one smooth thrust. In just moments, he was drilling me hard. He moved up to where we could kiss. "I'm fucking you, Dad! I'm fucking you in your ass!" I grunted with each inward thrust, meeting him and loving every moment of it. "Fuck me, boy! Don't ever stop!" He fucked hard and then buried himself, grinding his hips. He was touching spots I didn't know existed. I pushed back at him, working to get him into me as deeply as possible. He worked up a pattern of fucking and grinding. The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other and our moaning and groaning filled the air. But as with all good things, it couldn't last. He kissed me all over my face and then returned to my lips. I held his head to mine as I felt his thrusts become more urgent. He pushed on my lower back until I was balanced on my upper back and shoulders while he was stretched out on his toes, fucking me like a jackhammer. Amazingly, we shot at the same time. His cum filled my ass while mine rained down on my face. I opened my mouth and took in quite a bit of it. He pulled back, allowing me to stretch out on the bed. He lay down on top of me and licked my cum off my face. Then he kissed me gently, stroking my hair. I could taste my cum and ass on his lips. "Do you love me, Dad?" "More than I ever thought possible." He rolled off me and onto his side. I spooned into him, and he slid his cock back into my ass. It felt exactly right. We fell asleep.