Date: Wed, 01 Oct 2003 04:07:24 +0000
From: Tony Ryan <hotstorylvr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Father-Son Surprise 1

This is a work of fiction, not based on anyone's life. The story is mine,
ask first before you want it (as if you would). Don't read this if you
aren't over 18. Don't forget to practice safe sex in real life.

This is just the first chapter. Tell me if you want to see more, how hot it
gets you, what you want to see next, etc.

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I consider myself a fairly liberal man. I don't discriminate against people
who are different from me. At 38, I've lived a varied life. Not much shocks
me.

Seeing my 16-year old son sodomizing his best friend shocked me.

I came home early from work. The stereo upstairs was blaring, just like
always. Just like always, I was going to tell Keith to turn the damn thing
down. But when I creaked open his door, I was suddenly rooted in place. My
son was sitting on his knees, his curly dark hair falling in his hazel eyes,
his face and neck dripping sweat, a trail gliding down his hairless body. My
kid was smooth, except for a light trail down his waist. His cock was
unknown to me (I hadn't seen him naked in many years), but judging by the
grunts of the person he was lodged inside, he had something to be proud. I
wondered if he had that large bell end I had, or if his dick curved sharply
to the left like my brother's, or was ramrod straight like mine. His balls
were baggy like mine and my brother's and my dad's. They smacked against the
lightly furred ass in rhythm with his thrusts.

I didn't consciously realize I was checking out my son. It was more a case
of being too disoriented to make a move or sound. My baby boy was violating
another human being anally. He was thrusting his slim hips back, exposing
moistened, gleaming inch after inch of his cockmeat, before slamming deep
into his fucktoy. I had never committed that type of brutality against
anyone. Even back when my wife had liked sex I never would've asked her to
be treated in such a cavalier fashion. Yet, the voice on the other end of
that tight ass was moaning, at first I thought in pain, but quickly realized
pleasure. Begging to be raped, to be pulverized, to be shown what he was
worth. When Keith suddenly yanked the youth's face up, smashing him in a
rough kiss, I gasped.

That was Billy! The same Billy who'd lived next door his whole life. He and
my son had gone to school and camp and work together, had their first dates
on the same night...how many hours had they spent in this room together with
the radio blasting and the door locked? Were they stripping each other
naked, exploring a boy's developing body? Wait -- Billy is a football star.
Billy wasn't gay. He couldn't be! I mean, I have nothing against
homosexuals, but they're involved in fashion, acting, music, right? Billy
was burly, his chest pulsating in time with his very large erection, his
pecs matted in dark fur. Keith was rubbing his abs and biting his ear in a
way no virgins could.

My son wasn't a virgin. My son was a man now.

I had to leave. I couldn't watch my son come inside his best friend's ass. I
couldn't look at his face as he reached his loud, throaty orgasm. I heard
him panting and groaning, pounding away, as I made my exit. The final cries
of bliss hit my ears as I walked away. I tried to ignore the large damp
stain at the front of my slacks. The shower was the best place to hide out.
My clothes came off methodically. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror. I
couldn't see what a handsome man I still was. My son was supposed to be an
innocent and he was having much better sex than I, an educated, married
adult male, was. How sad.

I wanted to be in his place. Only caring about my big fat cock, how my 8
inches can really make someone feel so good and so bad all at once. Guys had
always loved looking at my cock, in school, at the gym, but I was too scared
to say anything. My thighs were strong and my upper body was spattered with
dark hair. My penis was swollen and rock-hard, harder than I'd been in a
long time.

I felt sexy, confused, ashamed. My hands gravitated to my manhood. I began
pumping. Pumping my fist the way my son had pumped his best friend's bubble
butt. I bit my lip, stared at my lust-filled, ruggedly handsome face and
sparkling blue eyes as I came. I shot all over the mirror. My reflection, my
puzzled face, was covered in white semen. My juice. The juice which had
produced my slutty son. Imagine his dick sliding against my crack, the dick
that I made, the dick now buttfucking me. That thought sent another spurt of
seed from my gurgling girth.

I stepped in the shower. Soaped my furry chest and tried to think of what to
do. Tried to guess what words to say to my son. Tried to accept that even at
my age, you can learn new things. Tried not to imagine my son naked, hard
and hot. It wasn't going to be easy...

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My e-mail is HotStoryLvr@hotmail.com