Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2005 16:55:25 -0600
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Hidden Treasure

Hidden Treasure
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his teenage
boy. 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.

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 15-year-old son Kyle had been acting strange lately.  His grades weren't
slipping, but his behavior was really different.  My wife was away taking
care of her ill father, but we spoke on the phone and decided I needed to
search Kyle's room to see if maybe he was doing drugs.  I hated to have to
do it, but he wasn't coming clean, and there was obviously SOMETHING wrong.
I managed to get home before Kyle got out of school, and I began searching
his room carefully.  Underneath a stack of dirty laundry I found a shoe
box.  Thinking that it was kind of odd, I pulled out the box and opened it.
I almost dropped it in surprise.  Inside the old Adidas shoe box was a
latex dildo and some lube.  It was slightly bigger than my 7-inch cock but
about the same girth.  What in the hell was Kyle doing with a dildo?! My
mind swam with the possibilities.  The only logical conclusion I could come
up with was that he was using it on himself.  I prayed I was wrong.  I
don't have anything against gays, but I know they have a rough life, and I
don't wish that on any teen much less my own flesh and blood.

I sat down on Kyle's bed feeling numb and barely noticed the sound of the
front door closing.  Kyle's older brother Sean was away at college, so I
knew it was him.  I waited in his room, pushing the box and its contents
behind me.  Kyle's voice preceded him in the hallway: "Dad?"

"In here son," I replied, my mouth dry and voice feeling thick.

Kyle's blonde hair and blue eyes moved around the corner of the partially
closed door before the rest of his athletic frame came into view. "What's
going on?" he asked nervously.

"Sit down son."

Kyle pulled the chair away from his desk, placed his backpack on the floor
and sat down his face a mixture of confusion and worry.

I stared at him and for some reason felt anger rising.  I whipped out the
dildo from the box and held it proudly up in the air.  "What the hell is
this?!" I spat.

His eyes widened in shock and his mouth opened but emitted no sound.

"I asked you a question!" I stood up and slammed the door shut behind me.
I walked to where Kyle sat and practically jabbed the rubber dick into his
face.  "I want an answer Kyle!"

"It's . . . er. . . " "Is it yours?" I shouted.

Kyle's skin was far too fair to hide the blush that quickly spread across
his face giving his unspoken answer away.

"Do you . . . fuck yourself with this thing?!"

His blush deepened, and his eyes would not stop gazing at the carpet.

"Answer me boy!"

"Y. . . Yes," he replied in a subdued tone.

I felt faint.  I knew it.  The evidence was irrefutable.  And he admitted
it.  But I couldn't bring myself to totally accept it.  "Prove it!"

Now his gaze returned to me.  "What?!"

"You heard me!"  I grabbed his shirt and hoisted him out of the chair,
propelling him toward his bed.  I tossed the dildo next to him.  "Show me!"

"Dad. . . " he attempted to reason with me.

With my eyes boring into him, I adopted the look that says I mean business!
I watched as his shaking hands reached down and undid his the button fly of
his jeans.  I watched his muscular thighs emerge from beneath the blue
denim as they sank to the floor.  He kicked his shoes off and sat down
allowing the jeans to fall completely to the floor.  As his hands went to
the waistband of his cotton boxers, he once again pleaded, "Dad,
please. . . "

My fiery look silenced his protest.  I watched him slowly push the boxers
down to the floor.  I looked at his face.  He looked terrified and about to
cry.  His shirt hid his crotch from view.  I felt my heart racing as his
hand picked up the dildo and the bottle of lube.  I watched him rub the
slick fluid onto the rubber surface.  He rolled onto his side, curled his
legs up, and then I watched my baby boy place the dildo into his ass crack.
I watched the latex slowly disappear into my son's until the latex shaft
was completely buried.  As Kyle's pale hand slid the fake cock back and
forth, I found myself getting hard and drawn into the action.

It was almost as if I was standing outside of my body watching as I
approached Kyle's recumbent form.  I watched my hand reach out and grab
onto the dildo and take over the fucking motions.  Kyle's head turned
backward immediately as if to visually verify what he knew had to be true.
I slid the dildo back and forth in his ass, the resistance heating me up
from within.  As I saw Kyle's eyes close, an invisible fire erupted inside
of me.  I was as hard as a rock.  With one hand I undid the fastener on my
slacks and pushed my pants and underwear done, my rigid cock slapping up as
it cleared the confines of my clothes.

I pulled the phony dick from my son's ass and quickly lay down next to him
in a spooning position.  His head turned back again in surprise, but I
wasted no time and no effort with explanations.  The dildo had already
loosened him up, and so my rod entered him effortlessly.  Pure ecstasy
rippled through me in waves as my flesh was swallowed by my son's ass.  I
wanted to go slowly to savor my boy's hole, but my lust would have none of
it.  I pushed him onto his stomach and mounted him, my thrusts becoming
longer and harder.  When my cock rammed into his ass, a soft moan escaped
his ruby lips which only accentuated my animal urges.

I pulled out of him and got off the bed instructing him to get up and bend
over his bed.  I watched him with a deeper hunger as he stood up, this time
his hard cock peering out from underneath his shirt.  I stopped him and
lifted his shirt off of him exposing his tight body.  I could see the ash
blonde patch of pubes.  His cock would probably end up being bigger than
mine once he had stopped growing, and he had good-sized balls.  I nudged
him toward the bed.  As he bent over, resting his chest on the mattress, I
yanked my shirt off and tossed it behind me carelessly.  I quickly
reentered his ass burying my cock completely into his butt.  My gawd this
was better than pussy!!

As I began pounding him, his moans grew louder pushing me to the edge.  I
fucked him with all my energy, my mind only able to focus on this one task.
I grunted as the pressure built within my groin, and I slammed into him a
few more times before my body became consumed by the force of my orgasm.  I
stood motionless, my hips pressed firmly up against his body as my cum
filled his ass.  When my dick was drained, I pulled out of him.  He moved
back onto his bed, lying supine, his cock standing straight up into the air
and twitching with need to be released.  Without saying a word, I grabbed
onto his cock and began stroking him quickly.  His hands grasped at the
blanket beneath his naked body and his legs moved unceasingly as I worked
his cock in my calloused grip.

With my free hand, I reached down and began massing his balls.  "Oh
gawd!!!" he cried, and I picked up speed.  His breathing was heavy and he
bucked his hips wildly.

I continued my movements until I saw the white liquid shooting out of his
cock, leaving its warmth on my hand as it formed a stream on my fingers.  I
stroked him a few more times before removing my hand and wiping it on his
blanket.  As my lust wore out, I felt slightly nauseous.  "I'm. . . I'm
sorry," I said weakly as I headed out of his room.

Once I got to my bedroom, I realized I was still naked.  I threw on a pair
of forest green gym shorts and wife beater and headed to the kitchen.  I
started fixing dinner.  Anything to get my mind off not only what had just
happened, but . . . the fact that I had enjoyed it so much.  When dinner
was done, I called for Kyle.  I set the food on the table as I watched him
come into the dining room.  He was wearing black basketball shorts and a
light blue tank top that accentuated his athletic build just a little too
much for me right now.  We ate mostly in silence.  I finished first and got
up to go to the kitchen.  As I passed Kyle, I briefly stopped and squeezed
him on the shoulder in an attempt to let him know things were OK.  He
seemed to relax a bit after that, so I felt better.

When I was done, I went into the living room and turned on the TV.  Kyle
joined me on the couch, sitting at the opposite end when usually he'd sit
next to me and cuddle.  "Is it OK if I join you?" he asked tentatively.

"Of course," I said, flashing him a quick smile that I meant to be
reassuring.

We sat in continued silence for what seemed to be an eternity.  I tried to
stop the mental images of fucking my son from my mind, of seeing him having
sex with other men.  His hot. . . What the fuck did I just say?  I found
myself wondering if he was still a virgin.  Well, before me I mean.
"Kyle. . . do you . . . have you . . . had sex before?"  His downward gaze
told me everything I needed to know, but he still answered verbally "No."

Not before today, I'm sure he wanted to say.  "Have you ever. . . sucked a
guy off before?"

He looked at me briefly and turned his head away from me.  "No."

After a few more awkward moments of silence: "Is that something you WANT to
do?"

He was almost in tears now.

"Son, it's OK if the answer is yes.  I just want to know what's going on
with you."  As I said this images of those bright red lips swallowing a
cock entered my mind, and I felt my cock responding.

"Well. . . yeah," he began, quickly adding "I guess."

My cock seemed to leap up from my crotch at his response.  I looked at his
shorts and noticed a tent forming in the dark satiny fabric.  My pulse
quickened as once again my hunger took over all reason, and I heard myself
offer "How about I be your first then?"  Without waiting for his reply, I
began pushing my shorts and boxers down exposing my throbbing rod.  He
stared at the cock that had not too long ago been buried in his ass.  I saw
the desire burning in his eyes and saw the fabric hiding his cock twitch as
well.

I slid over to where he sat, his eyes following my bobbing rod.  I stripped
my shirt off and put a hand on his slightly furry thigh.  I leaned in close
to him and whispered in his ear: "Go ahead.  Touch it."

I shivered as his fingers probed the firm flesh of my cock.  I rubbed his
erection through his shorts prompting him to disrobe rapidly.  His hand
quickly returned to my cock, and I allowed my hand to slowly slide up his
smooth skin until I was fingering his nipples.  I licked my fingers and
returned them to his nipples.  The sensation forced him to suck in his
breath.  I let him enjoy the work of my fingers for a few minutes before
placing a hand on the back of his head and guiding his face to my crotch.

He followed my guidance willingly, adjusting his position on the couch so
he could comfortably admit my cock into his luscious mouth.  Electricity
washed over me as I felt his lips slide over my hard flesh.  "Oh Kyle!" I
exclaimed as more of my rod entered the humid warmth of his mouth.  His
head began riding the length of my pole, and I surrendered to the paradise
he was creating for me.  "Suck my balls," I said interrupting the flow.  I
felt his lips against my hairy nut sack and was drowned in waves of
ecstasy.  I reached down and lifted his head upward.  He began his ascent
by kissing right above the base of my cock and continuing over my abs until
I felt him sucking on my nipples.

I ran my fingers through his flaxen hair before guiding his mouth back to
my aching cock.  "Take it all," I said to him, lightly pushing his head
down a bit more encouraging him to swallow more of my meat.  He worked at
taking more of my rod until at last he was able to swallow it all
completely.  My hand went to his cock and began jacking him off as he
worked my dick.  By now I was making his head bob up and down on my cock,
my hips thrusting in rhythm.

Blinded by my lust I found myself craving my son's cock.  I stopped his
sucking, his head trying desperately to return to its prize.  He looked at
me confused.  "I want to do you too," I explained, a hand on his chest
gently moving him backward.  He leaned back allowing me access to his young
cock.  My lips quickly sank onto his velvet-sheathed rod forcing an "Oh
DAD!" from him.  The saltiness of his sweaty skin drove me wild, and I
began devouring as much of his hardness as I could.  As I blew my son, I
ached to have my cock enveloped by his throat again.

I stood up and pulled him off of the couch and guided him to the floor.  I
lay on my back and guided his hips into position so I could continue
sucking him while he did the same for me.  The exhilaration I felt with my
boy's dick in my mouth and mine in his was indescribable.  We worked each
other's cock feverishly until we both exploded into each other's mouth.  We
both gagged at the thick, salty fluid rushing into us but continued sucking
and swallowing as if we feared to let any precious drop escape us.

After we had milked each other dry, we lay there soaking in the after
effects of our mutual orgasm.  Finally I broke the silence: "Kyle, needless
to say this our secret OK?"

"DUH Dad!" was his reply.

I have no idea how long we lay there simply enjoying the shared warmth of
our bodies before we decided it was time to get up off of the floor.  As I
watched him walk down the hallway to the bathroom, I saw him in a different
way than I had ever before.  And my mind ached with the possibilities that
now lay before us.

Watch for part 2