Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2012 21:13:59 +0200 From: Internet Subject: Dad And Son Head West 1 This story is completely fictional. Any similarities to any persons or events, past or present are purely coincidental. This story contains scenes which involve sexual situations between youths and adults. If this type of material is offensive to you, or it is not legal for you to read this type of material, please do not read any further. Please leave comments at succumballs@hotmail.com Ch. 1 Dad tells how they started. Tom and I just moved to California, and yesterday he had his first day in his new school. In sixth grade he still looks like an angel out of an Italian painting with big, soft blue eyes and lots of curly blond hair. I thought he'd like school, the kids were all so cool looking compared to our town in Virginia. So I was surprised when he came home crying. "What is it,Tommy? Tell me." I hugged him gently. After his mother died I have a lot more physical contact with him, and now that he's getting older he smells different, like a man, but he cuddles up with me as often as he can. But now he just shook his head. I held him at arms length. "You're such a big guy now you can't tell me what hurts? You know how much I love." "Everybody teased me at school, Dad." "Why? Because of the way you sound? We have a different accent, but that will go away soon." "Because of my clothes." I looked at him. Cute as hell, I thought. Baggy worn out khakis hung on his round ass, a tight shirt unbuttoned half way down. He looked like a little corn-fed stud boy, ready to please anyone. I couldn't resist him. I hugged him again. He pressed against me, his crotch rubbed against my thigh. He'd started doing that about a year ago and did it more and more frequently now. And as usual when my cock began to swell I kissed the top of his head and held him away. "Let's take you shopping tomorrow then. OK?" "What about school?" "It won't be any use if you're miserable." We hit a couple of stores until we found the right salesman. Young and hip he took an instant liking to Tom as most people did, but shook his head and asked where we were from, then said, "Well, we don't dress like that around here." He outfitted Tom in different jeans and tee shirts that he could wear under loose shirts, and when Tom came out of the dressing room the clerk whistled, "Boy, you're going to knock the girls dead like that." He stared at Tom's crotch. So did I. He'd grown. I hadn't seen him naked in over a year, when I'd gone into his room during a storm. I knew thunder frightened him, but he lay asleep with a beautiful erection. It was going to be like mine I thought, maybe even more than eight inches. He filled out his jeans now like a real man, balls even bigger than mine. I lost my breath. "Dad? You OK?" I shook my head. "Yeah. Fine." I composed myself. "Just never thought of you like this." "You got a hot rod here, mister." The salesman giggled "Like father, like son, I guess." He looked at my crotch now. Under my baggy pants he could tell my cock had stirred into life and that I hung on the left side. "You ought to get yourself a pair too." He encouraged. When I came out of the dressing room Tom smiled. "Wow, Dad. You look great!" He hugged me too tight I thought. The clerk raised his eyebrows. On the way home Tom said, "I was awake, Dad." "When?" "During the storm. When you came into my room. Remember? I only pretended to sleep." "Why?" "I didn't want you to think I was a big baby." "I'm sorry, Tommy." I stuttered, confused. "And I liked it. I liked you touching me. That's why I pretended to sleep. I could have of just woke up." "I shouldn't have done that. One too many whiskies, I guess." "Just the right amount, I'd say." I panted now, trying to remember what I'd done? Tom was scared of storms. That's why I went into his room. He was covered in just a sheet. I pulled it down. In the flashes of light he looked like Cupid, a little marble god, so perfect, his chest so beautiful, his belly moving on the breath. And his erection, hard in his sleep, so perfect, so magnificent. I kissed his chest, and then I kissed his cock. He moaned in pleasure, and I slipped my lips over its head. He groaned again, and I pulled away, frightened of what I wanted. "It's not fair, Dad." He stirred me from my thoughts. "Tom?" I glanced over in agony. "Tommy. Don't be mad at me. I love you more than anything in the world. I would never do anything to hurt you." "I know, but it's not fair that you got to see me hard, and --" "It was dark, Tom." I tried to defend myself. "There was light, lots of it." He grinned. "You got to see me hard, and feel me hard, and I've never even seen you. I love you, Daddy. I want to see it. Can I?" He looked down at my crotch. Despite being nervous, I glanced down knowing what I'd see, and sure enough my khakis tented out along my left thigh. Tom grinned when I looked over at him. "That thing is uncontrollable sometimes." I defended myself, then looked at my son's crotch. "Yours too, I guess." I forced a smile and concentrated on driving the half ton Chevy truck I'd bought to move west with. Luckily it nearly drove itself. "These new jeans are really tight." Tom popped the five buttons, exposing a huge, curved lump of swollen meat trying like a strong beast to escape the white jockey briefs. And then he slid over the seat to my side and squeezed along the entire shaft of my cock. My khakis went dark as pre-cum wet them. Perspiration trickled through my hair. "Wow, Dad. You leak a lot." Tom said, proud of himself for rousing my cock. "But then so do I when I think about you." "Tom, we should wait until we get home and can discuss this calmly." My son just grinned. He knew he'd hooked me. I wasn't going to stop the car along the shoulder of the road, he knew that. "I just want to see it, Dad. Ever since that night. Please." He whispered so close I could smell his sex. Then he unzipped me, unbuckled my belt and slid his hand under my boxers. When he made a ring with his middle finger and thumb around the base of my meat I shuddered. "Feels good, huh, Dad?" "Tom." I grabbed his wrist, panting. I wanted him so bad, but felt crazy too. "Dad. Let me. Please." Like all great seducers his warm whisper was in my ear now, his breath moistened my neck. At the next red light he said, "Lift up for a second, Daddy." He knew I loved him calling me daddy, and I did what he wanted. He slipped my pants and boxers down to my knees. Then he pushed his own pants down to his ankles and kicked them with his shoes off. I looked down. We both panted as I took hold of his thick shaft. "You're beautiful, Tom. "The light's green, Dad." He giggled. When I drove off he looked around. "Not much traffic around today," he said and smiled that sly smile I've come to love. Then he leaned into my lap. When his mouth covered the head of my cock I gasped, "Tommy. Oh, baby, I've been waiting for you for so long." "Mmmm," he moaned. "Salty, just like Ricky sometimes." Rick Cardo had been over to our house a lot the year before we sold it, to get the garden in shape. He was a sixteen year old stud who needed money to buy a car. I'd paid him pretty good, especially for the slow blow jobs he gave and the few times he let me up his ass. "What did you and Rick get up to? I sighed as I drove with one hand on the wheel and the other skipping through the curls of my angel's head as he sucked me for the first time. When he reached between my legs to pull up my balls, I pushed up and felt myself hit the back of his throat. He gobbled at me like a pro until I felt his throat open and my thick meat slip right down him. I held his head hard and pushed up into him again and again. After a while he came up for air. "Wow, Dad." he panted. "That was great. Let's do it again." Tommy sucked my balls while he got his breath back and then deep throated me again, and again, and again, until I pulled off the road just for a minute to pump a load down his hungry throat. "Better keep driving, Dad." "Oh, no you don't. Come here." I spoke too harshly, and Tom got little scared. "Get that shirt off." He obeyed. "Now get those legs up." My naked boy laid on the truck seat and showed me his pink passion flower. I went around the world on him, sucking the anus flower, which made him squeal like the sex piggy he loves me calling him, then his heavy balls and finally his cock. In two minutes the sweet taste of his sperm filled my mouth. Then I sat him up and kissed him, the most wonderful kiss I'd ever had, tender, sensual, full of love and happiness. I fell in love at that moment, and even though Tom is married now with two boys of his own, his wife knows we got to see each other regularly, to keep up our relationship and let the boys have time with their grandpa, as Tom says. But that's getting ahead of the story. After Tom's juicy orgasm he said, "I need a new haircut too, Dad." Tom dressed as we drove to the best salon in the neighborhood. He came out looking like a young movie star. "I could eat you up." I said in the truck. "Any time, Dad." He grinned. "So what about you and Ricky?" I asked again as I started the motor. "Ricky and I been doing it since, I don't know? A year or so." "Doing what?" I felt disappointed. "Everything. He's fucked me a few times, but since I'm big like you he said I had to fuck him. That's how it works, he said. But I think he just liked getting fucked." I felt sad and left out of my son's life, and drove for some time in silence until Tom said, "I'd rather have you though, Daddy. More than anybody. You're the one I think about when I jack off, and when I was fucking Ricky." "Don't jack off anymore, Tommy. Use your old dad." Tom slid over next to me and unbuckled my belt again, pulled it out of its loops and unzipped me again. I raised myself up and he slid everything down to my knees again. I drove on with one hand on the wheel and the other stroking the silky curls of my angel's head until he pulled his jeans down enough to expose his beautiful, hairless ass cheeks. I knew just what he wanted. We turned a ten minute drive into a half hour tour of the hills as I spit fucked my fingers in and out of his loosening hole and his head bobbed up and down in my lap, worshipping the meat pole. By the time we got home I was rock hard again and he'd wiggled out of his jeans. As the garage door went down and I turned off the motor Tom said, "Push the seat back a bit and open the door." I did as I was told while he curled himself up and put a foot on the seat either side of me. Then his back slid down the steering wheel and his anus touched my prick head. Electricity shot through both of us. "Tommy." I gasped and kissed him. As our tongues slipped quickly over each other's his anal passion flower slowly descended, warming my cock deeper and deeper. I threw my head back. He licked my neck as he bounced, then my ear. With every gentle bounce he went deeper until he sat in my lap. There he rested, panting, his own wonderful, dripping cock bobbing between us. "Daddy, I've been dreaming of this for so long." "Baby," I panted. "So have I. Baby, baby." I jabbed up into him. He winced in pain. "Oh, baby, did I hurt you?" "You're way bigger than Ricky, but I'll get used to it. I want you so much." I don't know how much time went by, both of us in a dream world, me gently poking in and out, Tommy wiggling around in circles, from side to side, everything he could think of to move on me. Finally I opened my eyes. "Let's get on the bed." I somehow managed to get my shoes and pants off, but he said no, that he wanted to do it there in the truck. I laid my head onto the seat back and let him have his way. He rode me like a pro, first softly, in long smooth strokes, then grabbing my prick head with his muscle and squeezing the glans just at the tip, in and out, in quick strokes, first tight, then loose as he slid all the way down to grab me at the base and milk my pre-cum into his ass with a tight muscle. Then I couldn't wait any longer. I turned and laid him on the truck seat and plowed him hard and deep. By now he could take it in grunts and squeals, pushing his foot against the roof of the truck to keep himself from sliding into the other door as I drove eight inches of thick, urgent meat into his loving ass over and over. "Oh, Daddy," he whimpered every time I slammed against him, meeting me with a backward push. "I love your nuts slapping my ass." "Shit, Tommy. They're tightening up. Here we go, boy." I have never had an orgasm like that before. Tom held his muscle tight until the first shot, then he loosened his ass and let me pump and dump, filling him with a huge flow of cum. As I was finishing I grabbed his cock. After one stroke it shot off like a garden hose, cum shot out the window over his head, over his face and chest, everywhere. I curled down and licked as much as I could, even off the leather car seat. Then we kissed. "Stay right there, Daddy. Don't come out yet. I love you in me more than anything in the world." I ground around his hole as we kissed, stopping now and then to suck wads of cum that dripped from his hair and kiss again. "You taste good, Tommy. I love your cum. your ass, your cock, everything about you, baby." "You feel good in there. You're the best dad in the whole world. Do me every day, Daddy. OK?" I ground around until we both got to feel a little cramped, then slid out in one smooth stroke, inserted my middle finger and pressed his prostate as I milked his beautiful shaft. In sheer bliss I sucked the last few drops of my son's sperm into my mouth. "You're going to keep me horny as hell,Tommy. My angel. Let's go in now." He jumped onto his knees as I slid over the sticky seat. "Wait," he said. "I love you, Daddy. Thank you." He licked all the sperm he could find in the truck, and then he licked my cock and balls all over, cleaning his new toy while I finger fucked his soft hole, my precious new toy. Then he took the three fingers that had been in him and licked them one by one. And we kissed again.