Date: Mon, 16 May 2005 15:20:17 -0500 From: Xavier Subject: Father-Son Outing #4 This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his teenaged son. 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 toward the bottom in the Authors section under Xavier L. Please feel free to email me with comments, or if you want to be notified when new stories and/or updates are ready, at xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk. Father-Son Outing, Part 4 by Xavier L We fell asleep that night holding each other's naked form. Nathan's head using my chest as a pillow, one of his legs draping mine, an arm laying across my chest. In the morning we gathered our stuff and took down the tent. Nathan was more quiet than usual. As we got in the car and began our journey home, I inquired about his silence: "You seem lost in thought son. What's up?" "It's not that I don't want to see Mom, but I don't really want to go back yet." "There will be other camping trips Nate." His shoulders seemed to drop down even more as he replied: "Yeah, but we won't be able to do the other stuff." It took a moment to figure out what he was referring to. "Where there's a will, there's a way son," I said reassuringly, placing my hand on his thigh and gently stroking it as I drove. "Promise?" he asked, his eyes hopeful. I smiled, squeezed his leg and then slid my hand up to his groin and placed my hand on his package, "Yeah, son, I promise. There's no way I'll be able to keep my hands off of you for too long." He looked like he was about to cry as he leaned over and kissed me softly on the cheek and then rested his head against my shoulder. Just like when he was little and we went for drives, he quickly fell asleep. His soft breathing was the most beautiful melody. His hair smelled like a combination of lake, woods and campfire smoke. He slept in this position for most of the way home, only moving to his side of the car when we had to stop for gas. As we pulled up into the driveway, I felt a sense of sadness come over me. How would I work it out to have my son regularly? It was odd, but I no longer really burned for my wife. But the thought of my son's soft skin, his hard dick. . . well, they drove me wild. I nudged him awake gently. "Hey, we're home." He stirred awake, stretching his arms wide. My wife came to the car to welcome us home. I gave her a kiss. "Need some help?" she asked. "No, thanks. We got it taken care of. Nathan's a good helper," I replied. She smiled as mother's do when their children, especially their sons, are being complimented. Nathan and I carried all the equipment to the storage shed. As we made the final trip, I looked back at the house and verified that we could not been once in the shed. Nathan entered first with his arms full. I closed the door behind us and dropped what I was carrying gently onto the floor. I went up to Nathan as he turned around, and I quickly planted a kiss on him, almost taking his breath away. He pulled away with a look of shock. "What if Mom can see?" he sputtered. I smiled broadly, my hands dropping to the button of his jeans shorts. "I already checked. She can't see, and she never comes out here, especially after a camping trip. She knows I like to get everything put away," I stated, unzipping his shorts and allowing them to fall to the floor. Before he could protest more, I buried my tongue in his mouth as I lowered his boxers off of his waist, dropping them to his ankles. He lost all concern during this, returning my kiss with an equal hunger. I went to my knees and quickly devoured his cock, sinking all the way down its shaft until my nose was firmly planted in his brown pubes. His teenage scent filled my nostrils and assaulted my senses as his hands wrapped around my head. He began to move his hips back and forth, at first slowly withdrawing his dick until it almost came out of my mouth and then thrusting forward filling my throat with his hardness. I grabbed his ass cheeks firmly and kneaded them as his body pounded against my face, his large balls bouncing against me. I pulled back against his bucking and lay down on my back motioning for him to join me. He wasted no time in straddling me and shoving his cock back into my throat. His legs were slightly spread as his whole lower body rose and fell with each thrust as he fucked my face wildly. He was breathing heavier now, and his movements became more urgent. I mentally prepared for the rush of his cum, and within seconds I was rewarded with his juice. He rested his body against my face as he continued shooting. When at last he was done, he got to his feet and pulled up his underwear and shorts. "WOW Dad!" was his only comment. "'Wow' yourself!" I replied. I tousled his hair as went back to finishing putting things away so his mother wouldn't begin to wonder what was taking us so long. When we finished, we went back up to the house through the back door that led to the kitchen. "Hey sweethearts!" my wife said, grinning and hugging her youngest close to her. "I missed you guys! Did you have fun?" Nathan kind of glanced at me as he answered, "Oh yeah, it was better than I thought it would be Mom!" "Oh good!" she gushed. "I need to go to the store to get some things. Why don't you boys go get showered and finish unpacking. I have to go into town so it'll be a bit before dinner. Can you wait that long?" "Of course, honey. For your cooking, you bet!" I said, giving her a quick peck on the lips while silently giving thanks that I had remembered to get a drink of something as soon as we came in. Don't even want to imagine what would go through her mind if she tasted cum on my lips! She grabbed her purse and keys and headed out the door. Nathan was already up the stairs and heading to his room. I went into my room and dropped my bag. I got undressed and was heading to the shower when I got an idea. It would take my wife at least an hour to get to the store and back with just the driving time alone. I peeked out our window and noted that her car was already gone. I grabbed a towel and headed to Nathan's room. I went into his bathroom, put my towel down and joined him in the shower. He was a bit stunned to see his father popping into his shower. I smiled at him and pulled him into a passionate kiss. "We have plenty of time son," I said to him. We kissed some more, and then I placed my hands on his shoulders and nudged him downward. He followed my guidance and sank to his knees, promptly taking my swollen cock into his mouth. I closed my eyes and savored the mixed sensations of the hot water against my skin and Nathan working lovingly on my cock. I desperately wanted to be deep inside him, so I pulled my cock out. He glanced up, eyes squinting against the water. "Stand up and bend over. I want to be inside you." I said. He got up, turned around and bent over, placing his hands against the shower wall for additional support. I slowly squeezed the head of my cock into his tight hole. He relaxed more, and I could slide it in more easily. I fed my dick to his hungry ass until it sank easily. I buried my cock completely in his ass. I heard him moan loudly as my meat finished entering him. I grabbed onto his hips and began pumping slowly as he continued to adjust to my rod. He was moaning louder now, and I picked up speed, now plowing his creamy white cheeks. Soon I was able to really pound away at his fine butt, our wet bodies slapping together. "You're so incredible Nathan!" I said as I could feel my orgasm building up, getting ready to unleash into my son's ass. He began slamming backward with every thrust forward I did, and in no time my dick exploded deep within him. After our fuck, we soaped and washed each other and then dried each other off. We went slowly and sensually paying careful attention to every part of our bodies. We went into his room and lay down on his bed, kissing, holding and caressing for as long as we dare. Looking at his clock, I said, "We better get dressed and head downstairs." Neither of us wanted to go. He squeezed me tightly, and I returned his embrace. "I love you Dad." "I love you too son. Always have and always will," I replied, kissing him lightly on the forehead and getting up from the bed.