Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2006 16:15:41 -0700
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Hidden Treasure #2

Hidden Treasure #2
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.


The next day I got home from work a little late, so Kyle was already home.
I walked in the front door and saw his backpack but no other sign of him.
He wasn't in the kitchen or the dining room, so I went down the hallway and
almost knocked on his door when I heard him moaning and talking.  I pressed
my ear to the door.

". . . Yeah, fuck me!"

My heart was pounding!  I had already come to terms with my son being gay
and liking it up the ass, and even with what he and I had done yesterday,
but the idea of some other guy ramming his schlong in my boy's hole just
gave me the creeps.  I didn't know what to do.  Do I walk in and surprise
him?  Do I pretend I heard nothing and simply accept this new guy in his
life?  Or was he even new?  My mind was reeling.  I stood paralyzed next to
his door listening to his sex sounds and dirty talk, admittedly becoming
hard by all of it, and agonized over what to do.

"Oh gawd! Oh gawd!  Fuck me Dad!" My jaw fell open as the words passed
through the wooden door.

I slowly and quietly opened the door.  My son was on his bed.  His pants
were pulled down to his ankles, and his ass was pointing high into the air
like a cat in heat.  He was ramming the dildo in and out of his ass.  I
pushed my shoes off with my feet and then took off my pants and boxers
quickly.  As I approached his bed, I said: "You don't have to beg son.  I'm
more than happy to do it!"

Hearing my voice he froze and then began to move to cover himself and hide
the evidence.  As if he could.  I held onto his hips.  "You want your dad
to fuck you, and I'm GOING to fuck you."  I grabbed a hold of the base of
the dildo and pulled the long fake dick out of his ass and dropped it to
the floor where it landed with a muted thud.

"Dad. . . I. . . I."

"It's OK Kyle.  I understand.  You've got a hungry ass, and I've got a
hungry cock," I said, climbing onto the bed and moving into position behind
him.  "I assume that thing has loosened you up, so I'm just gonna take over
where you left off."  I introduced the tip of my cock into his hole and
then slammed it forward.  When it was buried in his ass, our bodies pressed
together, I asked: "You like that boy?"

"Ye. . . yes, Dad."  "Good. It likes you too, son.  Now talk to me like you
did that dildo."  I pulled my dick back until it almost popped out of his
hole and then shoved it back in driving it all the way. "Go on, talk to
me."

"Fuck me Dad!"

"Oh I will Kyle.  I will.  And when I'm done, you're gonna get me hard
again, and then I'm going to stick my big cock down your throat and make
you swallow my cum boy."

His only response was a deep moan as I began pounding his ass.

"Yeah, you like a big dick up your ass, don't you boy?" I said, picking up
my rhythm.  When he didn't say anything, I smacked him on the ass.  "Don't
you boy?!"

"Yessss Daddy!"

"You got a nice hole here boy.  I like filling it with my meat."  I knew I
wouldn't last long going at this pace, but my lust-filled mind didn't care
in the slightest.  The more his bed creaked beneath us, and the more our
bodies made slapping sounds as they collided, the harder and faster I
fucked him.  And when I felt his hand reach between his legs and start
rubbing my sac, I almost shot my load then.

I kept ramming his ass faster and faster, and then suddenly I couldn't
move.  My whole body tingled with electricity as all my energy went to my
cock as it exploded in my boy's ass.  I collapsed against him.  I savored
the scent of sweat from his body as my dick continued unleashing its prize.
"Lay down," I told him.

I followed his body as he lay down, careful not to dislodge my cock from
his delicious ass.  "I don't want you using that dildo anymore.  You want a
cock up your ass, you just come and get it.  Got it?"

"Yes, Dad."

"I'm serious, Kyle.  I'd rather give you the real thing."

"I know."

"Which feels better, son?  My hard dick or that stupid rubber thing?"

"Your dick."

"Yeah?  I bet you like how it tastes too, don't you son?"

He was quiet.

"Go ahead.  You can tell the truth."

"Well. . . yeah, I do."

"Yeah, and I like having those bright red lips wrapped around it."  I
pulled out of his ass and rolled onto my side.  "No better time than the
present.  Go get a wet cloth and wash me off."

He got up obediently and returned with a warm washcloth.  He wiped my dick
off thoroughly.

"You can start with my balls, son."  I sat up bracing my back against the
wall, my legs spread out like a V.  Kyle moved between my legs and lowered
his head to my nuts and began sucking on my sac.  "Yeah, Kyle, that's a
good boy."

I closed my eyes and savored my son's work on my balls for a while.  "OK,
time to wake up Mr. Happy."

Kyle's mouth opened and admitted the tip of my semiflaccid cock, and he
began slowly moving back and forth on it.  I removed my shirt and then
reached down, grabbed his shirt and pulled it off of him.  I rubbed his
muscular back as he continued resuscitating my cock.  I reached down and
pulled his mouth and head up to my chest, and he started sucking on my
nipples.  I grabbed a hold of his wood and began slowly stroking it.  I
heard him whimper as I wet my thumb and rubbed it on the head of his dick.
I lifted his mouth to mine, and then thrust my tongue into his mouth and
kissed him passionately.

At first he acted surprised, but he quickly returned my kiss with equal
ferocity.  My dick was getting hard again, and so I guided him back down to
the cock that gave him life.  He devoured it instantly.  It rapidly
hardened in his mouth growing and sliding into his wet throat.  I let him
slobber on my knob for a while before stopping him.  "Lay down on your
back," I said, getting up from the bed.

When he was stretched out on his bed, I ran my hands up and down his toned
body, paying special attention to his aching cock.  "Get on your side
facing me."

When he had done this, I joined him on his bed stretched along his bare
body in a 69 position.  As soon as my cock was in range, it was back in his
throat.  I licked the head of his cock a few times makes his body shiver,
and then I went down on him slowly, moving my head back and forth on his
young rod.  The skin of his cock was salty from sweat.  I moved to his
balls and found the same saltiness there.  When I had thoroughly sucked all
the dried sweat from his sac, I returned to his cock.

I tugged on his hip, and he rolled with me so that I was on my back, his
knees resting on either side of my head, and his pelvis pumping his cock in
and out of my mouth.  He was fucking my face so hard I knew he was ready to
cum, and sure enough a few moments later his juice was flooding my mouth
and throat.  I swallowed his seed eagerly.  As he came he stopped sucking
my dick.  His head was resting on my thigh, his hot breath blowing on my
saliva-covered rod as he panted with his orgasm.  I continued sucking on
him until it tasted like he was pretty much done.

When he returned to sucking my dick, I rolled him onto his back.  I got up
off the bed and moved to the foot of the mattress where his head was.  He
watched me earnestly.  I reached down and pulled his body to the edge of
the bed, and then I lowered until my cock was once again filling his
throat.  He began playing with his nipples as he sucked on my cock, but
then his hands lifted up to my sides and grabbed onto my ass.  I leaned
down more, pushing more of my hard flesh into his hungry throat and began
pumping it like I had his ass.

"Oh fuck son!  Yeah, suck your Daddy's cock!"

He blew me with abandon.  I couldn't move fast enough or get enough down
his gullet to please him.  "Scoot down, son."

I removed my cock long enough for him to move.  In this position I could
fuck his throat better.  I moved back onto the bed, his mouth quickly
enveloping my rod, and then I began pumping his face.  I stared at his nude
body as I buried my rod in his mouth.  I admired the curves of his body,
the meaty thighs from sports, his lean figure.  I was heading toward
oblivion, and then I felt him insert a finger in my ass.  Cum erupted from
my cock like a volcano.  I thrust my dick in until it felt like I was
trying to climb inside his mouth as he swallowed his daddy's juice.  "Oh
fuck yeah!" I said, my cock spasming.  "Nothing like Daddy's milk, boy."

He moaned in agreement as he hungrily devoured my load.  When I was
finished unloading, I rolled off of him and got up.  "Fuck that was good
son!" I praised him as I picked up my clothing.  "I'll go order us some
pizza for dinner."

I walked out of Kyle's room and went into my own.  As I sat on my bed
reviewing what had just happened. . . AGAIN. . . I decided I didn't care if
it was right or wrong.  It felt too damn good to quit.  I turned my mind
toward what type of pizza to order, and naturally already had an idea for
an interesting dessert.


Watch for part 3