Date: Sat, 06 Aug 2005 16:28:41 -0600
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Father-Son Workout #2

Father/Son Workout #2
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his minor
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 in the
Authors section toward the bottom under Xavier L.

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when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at
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During the rest of the day Ellis had been somewhat more quiet than normal.
I inwardly wondered if perhaps it was because of what had happened between
us in the basement gym.  But, I decided to not push it.  After all, I
didn't even totally understand what had happened to make me do that either.
I also knew I wanted more.  I had never felt the way I did with my son's
cock in my mouth, his hands firmly gripping my head as I went down on him
and swallowed his cum.  When he remained quiet up until almost bed time, I
decided I needed to check on him.  So, I went to his room and knocked on
the closed door.  I could see his light on underneath the door.

"Come in, Dad" I heard him respond.  He was lying in bed, only a sheet
covering him, pulled down to just below his navel.  As I entered I noticed
him slide one of his legs up so that his knee closest to the wall was
creating a large tent in the sheet.  I entered the room, and he scooted
over so I could sit next to him.  As I sat down I again was struck at how
handsome he was.  His dark hair painting an incredible contrast against the
white sheet.  The reading lamp next to his bed created the smallest of
shadows on his chiseled torso.  "What's up?" he asked as I tore my eyes
away from his 6-pack and met his gaze.

"You've been awfully quiet today, so I was a little worried."

He looked at me in silence as the briefest blush colored his cheeks.  "I'm
OK Dad."

"You sure?  I mean, with what happened this morning."

"Dad, it's cool. Really."

I was not totally convinced: "Promise?"

He was now rolling his eyes, "Oh for gawd's sake yes Dad!"  He was laughing
lightly now.  I joined him in his laughter and rested my hand on the leg
nearest me.  I thought I noticed a movement in the sheet over his groin.
When I looked back up at his face, the blush was there again.  Immediately
I got why he had moved his leg up that way when I came in.  He was hard.

I slid my hand up a little more as I said, "You know, I was serious about
being willing to help you out whenever you needed. . . or wanted."  I
forced myself to look deep into those crystal blue eyes.

Again he was silent, but I could tell he was carefully considering it.  As
my cock began to react at my thought of tasting my son again, I continued:
"There's nothing wrong with it.  It's just a father-son thing, and it's
totally between us."  At this I slid my hand up a little higher, now
resting at his mid thigh.  "I'm guessing you could use the help right now,"
I offered.

This did the trick, and I almost jumped with anticipation when he nodded
his head yes.  Still, I was as nervous as he was, so I gave him an escape
route: "If you don't want to, that's OK too.  I won't be hurt or upset.  I
just like helping you feel good."  As I was saying this, his leg moved down
to join the other one, and I could now see a healthy tent created by my
son's hard dick.  I moved my hand and lifted up the sheet just enough for
my hand to go under.  I carefully watched his face for reaction as my hand
slid across his toned body toward the stiff pole.

As soon as my hand gripped his cock, his eyes closed, his hands grasped at
the sheet, and his legs spread apart.  "Do you want me to do what I did
this morning?" I asked clumsily.

In response Ellis threw the sheet off of him exposing his nude young body.
The sight of his pale skin covered with a bush of dark hair filled me with
lust.  I quickly repositioned myself and lowered my mouth onto his
throbbing hard-on.  There was a faint taste of salt as his dick slid over
my tongue.  I swallowed it hungrily, my lips almost touching the base of
his cock but close enough that I could smell his scent mixed with the aroma
of soap from his evening shower.  I savored his flesh in my mouth but
wanted to taste other parts of him.

I pulled off his rod and slid down its shaft with my tongue until arriving
at the base where I then began sucking lightly on his heavy balls, the
sparse pubic hairs feeling wiry against my tongue.  I continued as I heard
him moan and then left his sack and began kissing up his small treasure
trail, following the curves of his 6-pack up to his chest and then gently
sucking on each of his nipples before tracing my course back down toward
his crotch.  As my lips parted and slid over his dick, once again I felt
his hand at the back of my head.  That was the only motivation I needed,
and I immediately began working his cock deeper into my throat.

In response to my deep throating him, he began rocking his pelvis so that
he was fucking my mouth slowly.  I became even more greedy and swallowed
him all the way, his good-sized cock filling my throat and challenging my
gag reflex.  I was now making long up-and-down strokes, and he began really
pumping now.  He had turned onto his side a little bit so he could get
better leverage.  One foot was planted against the bed as he pounded my
face.  As his pumping became more urgent, I stopped moving my head and
surrendered all control to him, opening my mouth as wide as I could as he
fucked my mouth while he moaned softly.  I began playing with his balls as
they bounced with his movements, their soft skin and hairs driving me to
new heights.

He was ramming my throat with new urgency, and I prepared for the reward
that would soon be flooding me, making me cough and sputter, but as its
salty volley poured down me, I thrust his cock as deep inside of my throat
as possible and continued swallowing, his grip holding my head in place as
he continued to flood me with his cum.  When the rush of juice began to
slow down, he eased himself back down releasing his grip on my head.  I,
however, followed that tasty cock continuing to gently milk it.  Ellis was
softly playing with my hair while I continued loving his cock.  I returned
to sucking on his balls wanting to extend his pleasure as much as possible.
He, of course, did not object.

When at last his dick was almost completely limp, I sat back upright gazing
at my son's radiant face.

"Wow Dad that was friggin' awesome!" he complimented me.

"Yeah it was!"  I lamely added "Thanks for letting me do that, son."

He chuckled and responded, perhaps without thinking, "Any time man!"

I looked at him seriously now, feeling a sense of even deeper love and
connection with him.  "I love you son.  Really, really love you."

Returning my serious look he responded: "I love you too Dad.  Really."  He
then gave me a smile that warmed me from inside.  My hands began gently
massaging his body, sliding over his taut developing muscles and beginning
to play with his nipples.  After a few minutes of this, he interrupted my
hypnotic trance: "Dad, you're going to get me hard again if you keep that
up."

I shook off my daze and peered down at his meat again.  It was beginning to
revive.  I slid my hand languidly down to his groin once more and began
encouraging his cock's rebirth.  Looking back at my beautiful son, I asked
"Do you mind?"  Again he rewarded me with a wide grin.  As I continued to
finger the sensitive head of his dick, something inside of me . . . I don't
know how to describe it, but I ached to feel him in me.  I wanted to feel
his weight against me making love to me.  It was a thought I could not
escape from.  "Son, I'll be right back," I said.  And then joked "Don't go
anywhere."

I practically ran out of the room, leaving behind my chuckling boy and went
to my bedroom.  I pulled out the lube I used to jack off with, tore my
clothes off and threw on a bathrobe, putting the lube in the solitary
pocket.  I returned to the sight of my nude son, his cock now fully erect
and jerking in the air as if to beckon me to it as my son grinned quite
pleased with himself.  I stood there staring, burning the intense image
into my mind.

I saw my son's hand grip his cock and heard his voice say "Come on Dad,
suck it."  I didn't even want to waste the time to go to his side, and so I
shoved his legs apart and crawled between them as he propped himself into a
semi-sitting position, I suppose so he could watch more of the action.  I
wasted no time in devouring his rod once more, quickly swallowing the last
remnant of cum from his orgasm.  I slobbered loudly as I worked his dick.
His hand returned to playing with my hair as my hands pushed beneath his
ass and began squeezing his cheeks.  I removed my mouth from his rod and
then began tasting his balls again.  As his body moved in response to the
pleasure, I knew now was the time.

I pulled out the lube from my pocket, and began spreading some of the
sticky gel onto his rod.  At the new sensation, his eyelids flew open, and
he looked at me curiously.  "I want to try something different, son.
Something very special that I've never done before," I offered in
explanation.  He grinned at this, and I could see lust burning in his blue
eyes.  He looked at me with a little bit of surprise as I stood up and
began untying the cinch around my waist as I walked toward the head of the
bed.  When the robe opened, I saw his eyes go immediately to my rock-hard
cock.  I was not prepared for his reaction as I saw him lean forward and
his lips part.  I could not, no, I did not want to stop him as he took the
dick that had given him life into his mouth.

As he mimicked me on his own cock, I became lost in ecstasy once more.  The
only distraction was an irresistible gnawing to have his cock buried inside
me, so I pulled away.  "Oh that was so good El," I said.  He looked at me
confused.  I eradicated his confusion by continuing: "But there's something
else I want you to do for your Dad.  Something I . . . need."

"What is it?" he asked, slightly worried now.

"I want you inside me, son."

He again looked confused.  "But don't you want me to give you pleasure
too?"

I realized he was talking about sucking my dick more.  "Oh yes, but in a
different way.  I want you to . . . how do I even explain this?"

My 15-year-old started deducing what else there could possibly be.  "You
want to . . . do me?  In the butt?" he asked incredulously.

"No, no, son.  I want YOU to do ME in the butt."

His mouth was open in shock.  I sat down next to him and began stroking his
slippery cock.

"Are you sure, Dad?  Isn't that. . . gay?"

"No, son.  It's called making love.  Who do I love more than you?"

His hand reached out and grabbed my still hard cock, gently stroking it as
he continued mulling it over.  Those amazing eyes looked up at me one more
time filling me with an intense aching.  "OK, Dad, if you're sure."

I could hardly contain my joy as I slid off the bed, kneeling on the floor
with his mattress supporting the weight of my upper body.  He scooted off
the bed, stood up and walked behind me.  I slid onto the bed a little more
so that my ass was parallel with the floor.  My heart was pounding in my
chest with anticipation as I felt Ellis' body behind me, the hairs of his
leg brushing up against mine as he knelt, his knees brushing up against the
inside of my own.  I turned my head toward him and said "I love you son."

"I love you too Dad," he replied, spreading my ass cheeks apart.  I could
feel his lubed cock slide against them as it headed toward my virgin hole.
As the head of his dick pressed against my anus, I grasped at the sheets in
anticipation, a hunger welling up within me.  As its swollen head split
apart my sphincter as entered my hole, a fire erupted within me and spread
throughout my whole body.  Yes, there was pain, but also intense pleasure
as my boy's dick forced its way into my ass.

It felt like he was ripping me apart as his 7-inch cock slid further into
me.  I could feel something pushing at the . . . well, the inside of my
cock, as he entered me more.  I was biting at the sheets now.  I almost
told him to stop, but I heard him breathing hard and it gave me more
resolve.

"Awww shit!" I heard my son exclaim as his grip on my hips became stronger,
practically digging his nails into my skin.  At this I reached back and
grabbed his ass and pulled him toward me while simultaneously thrusting
myself back, impaling myself on the remainder of his cock.  My tight hole
had filled him with a fire as well, and he immediately began fucking my
ass.  I was forced to relax he pulled his cock out and then thrust it
forward all the way until our bodies were slammed into each other.  As he
rammed my hole harder, I heard him grunting: "Oh, yeah. . . I . . . like
. . . this!"

The feeling of his stiff cock sliding back and forth inside of me, the
force of his teenaged body as it pounded into me, and his moans drove me
wild.  Our bodies were beading with sweat as he continued to pound my ass.
I heard myself say, "Harder son, harder!"  I could feel his body
repositioning behind me, and then I felt his cock go deeper and his body
crash into mine harder.  I was moaning loudly now, and he was grunting
more.  He had picked up a feverish pace.  I knew he was close, and then I
felt him slam into me once more, burying his cock completely and then he
did not move.  I felt his dick twitching from within me as he had his 2nd
orgasm of the night.  I felt the weight of his torso resting on my back as
his cock continued to pulse.  My ass tightened in response, causing his
cock to release another volley of cum.  I put my hand between my legs and
curved my fingers up and gently rubbed the hairs of his nut sack.

He started to move, and quickly I objected: "No, leave it in a little
longer."  I felt him relax against me, and then his hand moved to my cock
and started slowly stroking me as hit hot breathe caressed my back.  After
a few moments, when his dick had stopped twitching, he pulled out.  As he
stood up, I slid up onto his bed, rolled over onto my back and continued
trying to catch my breath.  I felt his hands push my legs apart and then my
cock was enveloped in the moistness of his mouth.  He began sucking me as
wildly as he had fucked me.  My cock was slightly larger than his, but he
took a surprising amount of it into his warm mouth.

I found myself copying my son as I placed a hand on the back of his head.
As he took more of my rod into his throat, I almost shouted: "Fuck I love
you son!"  I felt his hands begin squeezing my ass, and I guided his head
up and down faster.  I raised my head just enough to see his dark brown
hair moving up and down, and then I began practically gasping for air as he
at last was able to deep throat me.  As his lips met the base of my cock, I
exploded into orgasm.  Ellis coughed and his head flew off my cock.
Wanting to reassure him, I said: "You don't have to Ellis, it's. . . " my
words cut off by my cock being buried in his throat once more as he
continued swallowing my seed.

When he was done swallowing my juice, he lay in his bed again.  We cuddled
like his mother and I used to after sex.  His head was against my chest,
and he was playing with my chest hairs as our bodies continued to tingle
from our lovemaking.  "Let's go to my bed, it's bigger," I said.  So
together, hand in hand, we walked into my room and climbed into my bed, our
naked bodies huddled and intertwined which is how we fell asleep.

The next morning I found out what a monster I had created as my darling son
shook me awake.  He was kneeling next to my head, his cock standing
straight out between his legs.  I looked at it and then looked up at him.
"Good morning," I said.

"Good morning," he replied as he positioned himself so his cock was in my
face.  I looked up at him astonished and was about to say something when he
said "You said any time I want," anticipating my question.  All I could do
was laugh and then turn my attention back to my son's straining cock.  As
my lips parted, he thrust his dick into my mouth.  He was a little more
aggressive than I had expected, but I found it turned me on even more.  I
greedily swallowed his meat.  "Slide down Dad," he instructed as he pulled
his cock out of my mouth.  I had become obedient to my son in my lust, and
so I followed his command.  Immediately he straddled my head, his ass
almost touching my forehead, but then he shocked me further as he stretched
out and began sucking my cock.  I had NEVER felt like this before.  I
wrapped my arms around his ass, pulling him into me more.  He began to
pump, and I relaxed to allow the velvety flesh to slide back and forth more
easily, his cock burying itself in my throat with every thrust.  The
combination of his balls against my nose, his cock buried in my throat, his
musky scent filling my nostrils, and his hungry mouth on my rod brought me
quickly to orgasm.  Again he swallowed my cum.  I serviced him, stopping
only briefly while I came, until he pulled his dick out of my mouth,
repositioned himself, and then thrust his cock back into my waiting mouth.

Our bodies were reminiscent of a T as he braced himself with his arms and
lifted his hips so he could more actively fuck my mouth.  His toned body
rose and fell above me as he violated my mouth repeatedly, driving his dick
as far as into my throat as possible.  As he became more earnest, he was
driven to shoot his load down my throat, resting all of his pelvis on top
of my head so that his cock was lodged into my throat while he emptied his
load.  When finally he had quit cumming, he moved by my side.

I leaned toward him to kiss him lightly on the lips, but his mouth opened
and his tongue penetrated by mouth and we began passionately kissing.  We
continued to make out for what seemed like minutes.  Ellis grasped one of
my hands and slid it down to his cock.  I began massaging it once again,
coaxing it back into hardness as we continued to kiss.  Every so often I
would pull away and then work his nipples with my tongue and lips, and
occasionally a gentle nibble.  His cock was springing back in the way only
a teenager's dick can.  He pulled away and roughly pushed my head downward.
I followed his lead, immensely aroused at how he took control, and then
began gently teasing his cock back to an erection with my mouth.

When it was fully hard, he let me go down a couple of more times before
stopping me.  "Roll over."

I paused not sure of what I had heard.  He sat up, put his hand on my chest
and gently nudged me down while he repeated himself: "Roll over, Dad."
Silly me, I didn't know exactly what was going on here until I heard a
click.  I turned my head so I could see him and watched him squirt lube on
his cock and begin working it up and down his shaft.

"When did you . . ." I began to ask.

"I got up and got it from my room before I woke you up,' he stated
matter-of-factly.  He flashed another melting smile at me as he closed the
lid on the lube and tossed it aside, followed by tugging at my leg.  I
spread my legs wide for him as he climbed over me and in between my legs.
I felt electricity ripple up and down my body as I felt his body getting
into position.  He braced himself with his arms and was having some
difficulty getting his cock to enter me as I was still pretty tight.  "Dad,
help me get it in," he said.

I reached back and held his cock as he invaded my hole.  As soon as its
head entered me, I spread my legs even wider as I felt his body sink
gradually toward me, his dick drilling deeper into my ass.  As more of his
shaft bore into me, I bit my pillow and then forced myself to relax.  He
forced it into me deeper as it buried itself completely in my rectum.  His
body was now pressing on me as he said, "You're really tight Dad!"  And
then he began pumping his cock slowly back and forth making my ass
accommodate his rod.  When he could slide it more easily, I heard him say
"Oh yeah!" and then came the pounding.  He gradually built up speed,
repetitively ramming his cock all the way in as he fucked me hard.  He was
fucking me almost athletically, and it was my turn to exclaim "Oh yeah!"

"I knew you liked it," he offered as he picked up speed.  Even though he
had just cum, he was able to go longer than I had remembered him doing last
night. He continued to assault my ass, both of us moaning loudly.  As he
pounded my ass, I found myself wishing he was even longer so he could fuck
me deeper.  He had reached the crescendo where it was pure animal lust
driving him into my ass.  Damn he has stamina! I thought, and then I heard
him make a sound like a rush of air as he drove just a little deeper, his
body steadily pushed against mine hard as his cum blasted into my hole.

He held himself in this position while his cock continued to relieve itself
of its load, and then his body flopped against mine.  As he lay on his
back, his hands glided across my arms until he found my hands, and then his
fingers intertwined with mine.  He lay on me for a while, his young body
relaxed, his softening cock still inside of me.  As I started to drift back
to sleep, I heard him say, probably thinking aloud, "Oh yeah, I'm gonna
like doing this again!"  I smiled, let my eyes fully close and fell asleep.

Watch for part 3