Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2007 22:18:13 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Home For Christmas

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of homosexual activities between father and son.  If you are not over 18
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Home for the Holidays!


            "AAAAwwww, Daaaad!"

            The sound echoed through the small garage that both my son
and myself stood in. It was not the whiny sound you might expect, but
rather, a throaty, deep sound that reverberated off the walls and
resounded in my ears. This sound was not the sound of protest that it
might seem like either. Instead, it was the lusty sound of a virile, six
foot tall, broad-shouldered young man being mercilessly plowed by his
equally virile, five-foot ten father's thickly veined, five and a half
inch cock.

            My son was lying on the front of my car, his hands holding
tightly to the lip of the metal where the hood meets the windshield. His
tightly muscled stomach was pressed flatly to the cool metal by the palm
of my hand as I held him down.  Thickly muscled thighs were parted my own
broad body. My son's legs curled seductively around the backs of my own
legs, his heels digging into the cheeks of my ass. Beneath me, my son's
cock was also pressed against the hood's steely metal and as I lurched
into him, I was sure it was sliding up and down with the motion. If I
knew my son as well as I thought I did, his cock was gliding along in a
warm pool of precum, as well.

            I looked down at my son's prone form, his shirt pulled up
and over his head, his pants discarded and his underwear hanging in
shreds by the waistband he still wore around his trim hips. His beautiful
ass was rounded and thrust back toward me like two halves of an exotic
piece of dark fruit. I sank my fingers into the meat of this fruit and he
moaned under me again. Between the two split pieces of this dark fruit,
my thick cock slid effortlessly in and out of him, greased by spit and
the small dollop of lotion I gifted him with. There was no latex barrier
between my rod and my son ^Ö only flesh on flesh, spit, sweat and pre-cum
making our movements easier.

            "No, dad..." He moaned as I pushed into him again. "Please,
no...don't..." He went on, his moan fading deliciously into a whine.
"You're hurting me...stop!" He whimpered as I continued to push my cock
into him.

            My pants pooled around my ankles but I had unbuttoned my
shirt, the top three buttons still intact and supporting the knot of my
tie. I still wore the camel colored suit coat and the gold and diamond
cufflinks that glittered in the fluorescent light of the garage as I
manhandled my son's dark ass.

            "Oh yes, son," I went on, the hand on his back pressing
tighter.

            My hips found a new rhythm as leaned forward onto his tight
body. My own legs pushed his farther apart and I began to lay into him
with renewed vigor. I began to deep fuck his hole, the soft
spat-spat-spat of my balls hitting his asshole turning into a deeper
noise that also reverberated off the walls. I moved my hand from his back
to the shirt over his head and made certain it covered him completely.

            "Dad..."

            "Quiet, fuck-boy." I rasped at him as I plowed him deeper,
shoving myself fully into him with each stroke. "Daddy's talking,
now."

            Beneath me, my son's body began to thrust back toward me.
His hips rotated under me, forcing me to stir his hole with my cock. His
whimpering sounds fueled my passions and I began to thrust harder up into
him. I was drilling his young hole with my fat black cock and he was
loving it! Pushing him up a bit on the hood, I got onto my knees and
began to really shove myself into him. He gripped the metal and rose up a
bit so that his ass was higher and easier to nail.

            I felt his body responding and reached under him to take hold
of his own prick. True to my suspicions, he was soaking wet and his head
was still leaking more of his silver-white juice! I used it to slick the
length of his prick and began to stroke it with my hand ^Ö causing his
whimpering sounds to increase.

            "I think my boy likes daddy's prick up his sweet ass!" I
said in a low and raspy whisper as I continued to fuck my son.  "You do,
don't you boy?" I said, squeezing his cock and quickening my pace.

            "Yes, daddy..." He whimpered as I plunged into him.

            Reaching down to his ass, I took hold of his mahogany mound
and began to knead it like dough. He cried out a bit at this sort of
rough play but didn't protest. It wouldn't have done him much good if
he had, I would still have kept on manhandling his ass while I fucked it!
It was my ass, outside and inside and I used it like I saw fit! I had for
the past three years and wasn't going to stop now.

            The car began to rock back and forth as the fucking pace
increased. My hand held my son's cock as my own drilled into him over
and over. My tie fell forward and lay on his bare back, my shirt tails
fell down over my ass along with my coat tails. My pants bound my ankles
together as I crawled up onto the hood fully. It wasn't my clothes I was
all that worried about as I got into a better angle to fully fuck my
son's tight ass. As his cock throbbed in my hand, I knew it wasn't what
he was worried about either!

            The hand that held his ass released him and I took hold of
his shoulder, using that grip to really bury myself in him. His body was
moving under me, his head still bound by the fabric of his shirt. My
other hand still held his cock ^Ö the same cock I'd fished out of his
pants when we'd pulled into this very garage not fifteen minutes ago.
The same cock that I held in my hand, I'd held in my mouth then, licking
along the shaft and mouthing the head, sucking out his precum and sharing
it with him by deep kissing him.

            When we'd gotten out of the car, he'd dropped to his knees,
undid my work slacks and released my prick from its fabric prison. He'd
popped the head of it into his mouth and was nursing the head like he'd
nursed from his mother when he was born. His hand wrapped expertly around
the shaft and his mouth had swallowed me until I was deep in his throat.
That sweet tongue had snuck out under my balls and he'd sucked  harder,
getting me thick and ready for what I was doing now.

            He'd gotten up on the hood of my car without prompting ^Ö
like he'd done before.  When he had been kneeling, ass thrust toward me,
I reached around and unbuttoned his jeans. After taking off his shoes and
socks, I took hold of his jeans, pulling them down and off his lean
frame, tossing them aside. Pushing him down on the car hood, I took hold
of his underwear and gave them a rip, tearing the thin material with ease
and exposing his beautiful black ass.

            Now, almost twenty five minutes later, my beautiful son was
writhing under me with his ass hugging my cock and my hand wrapped
tightly around his cock, both pumping hard against one another, soft
sighs and groans, moans and gruntings sounding off every wall in here. My
son clutched at the windshield but his hands just slipped over the smooth
surface. His fabric-covered face was now pressed against the same surface
and I heard his pitiful moans and erotic whimpering a little plainer now
that I was hunched over him, filling him again and again with prick!

            Glancing at my watch, I let my son's cock lay against the
glass of the windshield as I took him by the shoulders, pushing his legs
apart farther. Really using this angle of his body to my advantage, I
began to really lay the pipe to his hole, grunting against him and
hunching fiercely into him. My breathing was ragged, my balls tightening
in their dark sac as they pounded against his hole.

            "I'm close, boy," I whispered into his ear, slipping my
right hand under his chest to find and pull on his nipple. "Where do you
want the load, boy?"

            "My ass and back, sir!" He whimpered to me and I was that
much more ready to shoot into him. "Please, sir!"

            The balls of his feet dug into my ass as I climbed his body
to get my cock in deeper. My hand twisted at his nipple and my mouth
found his exposed shoulder to sink my teeth into. His whimpering against
me made my cock throb that much more and soon, I knew I was on the way to
a shattering climax. The way my son was moving his body told me he was
trying for the same thing as his cock was pressed against the smooth
glass of the windshield.

            "Daddy..." He whimpered and I watched his hips pressing
against the car. "Daddy...I'm close...I'm gonna cum..."

            "Yeah!" I moaned against him, still fucking him deep in his
hole. "Cum for daddy, son. Cum for daddy..."

            His whimpering sounds came faster as his breathing became
haggard. He threw his head back and I reached up to take the shirt off
him. I saw his mouth open like a small bird looking for food, his eyes
closed and just the tip of his tongue visible to me. He made another
noise and his eyes shut tighter.

            "Daddy..." he said, as if to ask me for help.

            "Daddy's here, son." I said, looking down his body to the
place where his cock was pressed against the glass. "Fuck yeah, son..."
I said as he leaned back enough to shoot his hot, creamy load all over
the smooth surface. It was beautiful to see his cum shoot out across the
glass like that ^Ö without so much as a finger on his prick. "Shoot that
boy-juice for daddy, boy."

            "Yes sir..." He returned.

            "Daddy's turn, boy!" I said, feeling my balls tighten more
and my cock throb. "Daddy's gonna fill your hole!"

            The first splash of my load was shot deep into his hole! He
squirmed with the eruption and I let the second one fly! The third was
sprayed across his back and the fourth caught his dark-chocolate cheeks!
I smeared my cockhead through the mess as I enjoyed a final spurt of
juice. I let out a deep sigh as I shook my cock finally. Sliding off the
car, I looked at my half-naked son and his freshly creamed,
coffee-colored ass and drank in this sight. It would be a while before
I'd see it again.

            "You'd better get off there and get that windshield cleaned
up before your mother comes out here to get us." I said, pulling up my
pants and tucking in my shirt.

            "Thanks, Dad." He said, turning around and sliding off the
car. "That's something I really miss being away at school."

            "Good thing you still cum home for the holidays." I smiled,
handing him his jeans. "You get that good old Yule log slipped up your
chimney good and proper, huh, boy?"

            "Nobody does me like you do, dad." He said, leaning in to
kiss me. "Good thing I've been a naughty boy this year, huh?"

            As the kiss ended, I headed into the house ^Ö and the rest of
our gathered family. I smiled as I saw my wife but it wasn't her that
put the spring in my step or the twinkle in my eyes. It was the prospect
of having my son home for a whole two weeks and with my wife's trips to
the after-Christmas sales for days on end during that two weeks, it left
plenty of opportunities for repeats of what had just gone on with my
hunky son.

            When he came through the door, my wife had him in a bear hug
after only a few steps inside. Even as he hugged her, he looked over her
shoulder at me. I winked at him and slid my hand down to my crotch to
give my still-hard cock a tug. He was thinking the same thing I was. I
knew because he smiled back at me and returned my wink.

            "I need to run out to the market before they close," She
said when the hug ended. "You boys need anything?" She said, going for
her purse and keys by the door.

            "No, mom," he answered with a smile. "I think we've got
all we need right here."

            "How long will you be gone?" I asked, a typical question
even when my son wasn't home.

            "About an hour and a half. Maybe two since I need to go by
the bakery too." She said, heading for the door. "You sure you two
don't need anything?"

            "We'll be fine." I said. "We'll find some way to keep
each other company."

            When she'd gone, my son was the first one to suggest a
shower and I couldn't have been more willing to follow as he turned and
twitched his sweet ass in my general direction. Yep ^Ö this was going to
be a great holiday! I had all I needed for Christmas walking right in
front of me and I was going to enjoy unwrapping my present every time I
got the chance...like now! Happy Christmas to me!!