Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2007 19:42:21 -0700 From: Xavier Subject: The Long Ride Home The Long Ride Home by Xavier L This is a fictional story containing sex between an unrelated adult and a teenager. 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. My old college buddy Steve and his son Chris came to pick me up at the airport. I hadn't seen Chris since he was 10, so I was a little surprised at this extremely handsome, blonde-hair and azure-eyed young man, now 15, who stood before me. "Wow you've grown!" I said, giving him a squeeze. As we hugged, his cologne filled my nostrils, mixed with his . . . teenage scent, and I felt something primal ignite within me. As we got to the car, I noted how cramped the front seat looked like it would be. "I'm gonna sit in the back so I can pass out more easily if I need to." Chris was offered shotgun, but he decided to stay in the back "for the same reason." The car was cold, and I quickly understood why Chris was handing me part of his blanket. "Sorry," Steve said as he spied us covering ourselves with the blanket, "the heater isn't working well right now." "No prob," I said. I felt Chris' knee push into mine, and when it stayed there I decided I liked the contact. We began the long ride to their home. It was snowing so Steve wasn't talking much. Since it was nighttime, there wasn't much to see either. So instead I focused on the warmth coming from Chris's young body under the blanket. I rested my hand in the space between us and felt my fingertips brush his hand. He didn't pull away, which I found odd. In fact, it felt like his knee was pressing into mine even more. I felt something stir within me again and was taken back in time to when Steve and I had fooled around once after a night of partying. Neither one of us were really into guys, but we were both horny, had too much pot, if there is such a thing, and well. . . what felt good, felt good. My dick starting tingling, and out of curiosity, I moved my hand so it was resting against Chris's leg. He pushed his leg into my hand. My heart started beating faster. I became even more aware of his cologne for some reason. I moved my hand onto the top of his thigh. He shifted in his seat a little, and I noticed that his movement had caused my hand to go up his thigh more. I could feel his toned muscle through his jeans. I could now feel my heartbeat in my ears! My mouth was dry, and I swallowed. I felt him flex his leg muscle as if urging me on, and so I slid my hand up higher. He now shifted in his seat so that his crotch was facing me more. My fingers stretched out like antennae and began probing until I found a lump in his jeans. I ran my finger along the outline of the lump and was positive I had found his hard dick. I moved my hand to the lump and pressed more firmly and felt it twitch in response. "Hey Dad," Chris began. I quickly withdrew my hand. Was I sweating? "Could you turn some tunes on please?" "Sure thing!" While my heart pounded in my chest, I returned my hand to his crotch and began rubbing the large lump. I almost jumped when I felt his fingers brush mine. I stopped massaging his hard cock and swallowed again as I felt his hands undoing his pants and zipper. As soon as his zipper was down, I put my hand into the new opening expecting to feel underwear but instead felt a surprising bush of wiry hair. I quickly found the base of his cock and gingerly unfolded it from his jeans. I ran my hand gently up his cock. At the tip I encountered no foreskin. His cock twitched as I outlined its head with my fingertip. I slowly stroked up and down his cock, which felt as large as mine and slightly thicker. I had about 7 inches, so I was a bit surprised at how big he was already. I tried pushing my hand down to feel his balls, but his jeans were too tight for that. He took notice of my attempts, though, and quietly pushed the jeans down farther. I took hold of his large balls and gently massaged them. While I was doing this I was surprised to realize that I desperately wanted to taste them. In fact, I wanted to have his cock in my mouth. I had only blown a guy once before, and that was his father, and I had been stoned. And it was way too risky for me to try that in the car!! My hand returned to his cock and brushed up against his abs which felt tight. I glanced at Steve and noted he was still very focused on the road. I moved my hand up Chris's shirt and felt washboard abs. Damn! I thought. Now I had an overwhelming desire to see him naked as well. Would I get the chance? I prayed I would! What was wrong with me? I wondered. I couldn't remember ever wanting something like this. As I pondered, however, my hand slid back down to his twitching cock and began stroking him. I was thankful he had had the sense to ask for music, because I could hear by his breathing that he was enjoying the hand job quite a bit. At one point while stroking him, his hand began pressing my head downward. I down to almost level with his navel before I came to my senses and pulled up. I whispered into his ear "Too risky. Can't here." What the fuck did I just say?! I screamed silently. He began moving his hips so that he was fucking my hand, and I gripped his rod more firmly. I quickly switched hands so I could work his nuts while he fucked my hand. His pumping became more urgent, and I sped up my stroking motion. And then suddenly he stopped moving, and I could feel his cock twitching and the heat of his jizz as it coated my fingers. I squeezed his dick making it empty more of the sticky fluid. I withdrew my hands after a few moments and tried wiping the one on the blanket. When I thought it was all cleaned off, I raised my hand to my nose and inhaled the scent of his sex. It still felt sticky, and without thinking I stuck my tongue out and licked it. I instantly tasted his cum and again felt that feeling of fire inside me. I wondered anew whether or not we found find the time and place to be able to do more. There just had to be a way! I thought. I returned my hand to his balls which seemed even larger now that his dick was shrinking. I imagined what they would taste like in my mouth. I imagined . . . well, I had to quit imagining before I drove myself insane! As if reading my mind, I felt his hands return to his jeans and slide them back up. I felt a tinge of regret as I heard the faint sound of the zipper going up once concealing its precious cargo. I moved back to a more comfortable position for the duration of the ride. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, though, I felt his hand briefly squeeze mine and then let go. A silent thank-you I suppose. When we finally got to the house, I looked forward to seeing Chris again by the light. Chris helped me with my luggage, still rubbing his eyes after his nap. Steve said "Chris will show you where you're sleeping." I said thanks, patted Steve on the back and followed Chris. He entered the room first, and my heart gave a little jump when I noticed the twin beds and girlie and athlete posters on the wall. Chris placed my suitcases on one of the beds, smiled and said "Here's home for a while." I wanted to jump him right then and there! Chris mouthed the word "Dad" and turned around and started straightening some things up. I went ahead and began unpacking with Chris helping me. Sure enough, a couple of minutes later Steve walked in to make sure things were OK and to say goodnight. I finished unpacking while Chris brushed his teeth and got ready for bed. As I began taking my clothes off nervously, Chris walked back in and smiled broadly at me. He sat down on his bed and removed his shoes and socks. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. When he stood up, I turned around and watched him strip off his shirt. The kid already had a fairly chiseled body. He smiled at my silent appraisal and then I watched him begin massaging his groin. I felt my pulse quicken and my cock begin to respond immediately. He then slowly, teasingly undid his jeans, slowly, and quite achingly for me, unzipped his fly and then let his jeans drop. His dick popped up as soon as the denim cleared it. With my eyes transfixed on his still growing cock, I watched him sit down on the bed, his legs far apart. "Is it later now?" he asked, feigning innocence. I walked over to him and dropped to my knees. He promptly stood up, his cock thrusting into my face. I looked at his cock and his low-hanging balls. I lowered my head and first started working on his nuts, my tongue caressing the golden pubic hairs and savoring the flavor of his dried cum from our earlier session. I sucked on them until there was no more flavor, and then I moved to his throbbing rod. It had been a long time, and so I couldn't take very much of it into my mouth. "Deep throat it!" he hissed. I tried but kept gagging. I slid my hands up the back of his muscular legs until they rested on his bubble butt. He grabbed my head and began humping my face. I squeezed his cheeks as his cock violated my throat. Suddenly his cock and body were withdrawing from me. I opened my eyes to see him sitting back down on the bed. I crawled on my knees and practically launched myself at his cock. He leaned back as I returned to sucking his dick. And then I felt his hips pushing his cock up and down in my mouth. I forced myself down his thick meat until my nose was pressed into his golden bush. I held his cock there for as long as I could. When I released it, I felt tears sliding down my cheeks. I stared at the washboard abs and began kissing them and continued kissing my way up to his chest until I took one of the small pink nipples between my lips. I thrilled as he moaned softly. As I was preparing to return to his delicious cock, he twisted his body forcing me to roll until he had my head pinned against the bed. He maneuvered his rod to my mouth, and I readily opened and allowed it to enter its moist confines. With his dick in my mouth, I gingerly slid down until I was seated on the floor, my head still against his bed. He spread his legs and then shoved his cock into my throat. I gagged immediately, but he didn't stop. He simply began fucking my face. His aggressiveness and desperate need totally turned me on, and all I could think of was having his thick cock shoved down my throat again. I wrapped my arms around his small waist loosely as he pummeled my mouth. I forced myself to relax as he violently fed me his rod. I was amazed at his stamina as he continued pounding my face! When his pace became more feverish, I knew what was coming, and so I made myself relax even more. His breathing was becoming harsher and his pumping more urgent, and then his cock entered my throat once more, and his fluid exploded into my throat. As I worked to swallow his load, I was surprised at the volume. Hadn't he just cum a couple of hours ago?! He ignored my gagging and didn't pull back at all until his cock stopped spasming as much, and then he only pulled back far enough that I could breathe more easily. I continued milking his dick until he pulled it all the way out, saying "Thanks!" as he did. I watched him climb over me and get under the covers. He said "See you in the morning," and then turned off the light. I grabbed one of his socks from off the floor and got into my own bed. I began jacking off, and surprisingly didn't last long at all until I was shooting into the slightly damp sock. I fell fast asleep and was soon dreaming about Chris.