Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 12:31:00 -0600 From: Xavier Subject: Home to Ryan #3 Home to Ryan by Xavier L This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his teenaged son. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading. The original chapter of this story contained a rather authoritarian stance by the father. That was to demonstrate the depths of despair and loneliness Ryan's dad was feeling. This and future chapters will highlight the love in their relationship as they continue to feel a void for the other person. If you are interested in my other stories, you can find me in the Authors section under Xavier L. Please feel free to email me with comments at xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk. A few days had passed since our last encounter. Not for lack of my desire, but even after Ryan's response to me I still couldn't help but feel lousy at what I had done. I was musing about it while I was washing dishes. It was a beautiful morning, the sunshine streaming through the window, the yard splashed with the colors of my late wife's garden. I felt arms wrap around my middle as Ryan hugged me from behind, his head resting on my back. "Well, good morning sleepy head," I said in greeting. "Mornin' Dad." "Did you sleep well?" "Unhhh," came his muffled reply, his face buried into my back. I enjoyed the warmth of his body next pressing into mine. It was then that I noticed something hard pressed into me as well. It didn't feel like a belt buckle. I reached behind me and felt Ryan's leg. I could tell he was only wearing boxers. Ryan responded by rubbing his wood into me more. "Looks like someone is up in more than one way," I joked. "What do you think you should do about that?" Ryan asked. I reached up with the hand on his leg and firmly grabbed his ass and then slid my hand along the flannel boxers around his hip, across his firm thigh and then found the fly of his boxers. It took some maneuvering, but I was able to slide my hand through the slit in the cotton until my hand met his hard dick. I stroked it as best as I could. He lifted up my shirt and began kissing me. I turned to face him and looked into his eyes, his beautiful eyes. I was filled with deep love and strong desire as well. He stepped back a little, grabbed both my hands and then pulled them downward. I followed his lead and knelt down in front of him, his tented underwear jutting out to greet me. I looked up to see a playful smile on his face. My attention was called back to his groin as I saw his arms moving down as he slid his boxers off of his hips and let them fall down around his ankles. Ryan then moved toward me, his cock pointing toward my mouth. I was suddenly filled with hunger, and I greedily engulfed his cock with my mouth. I devoured every inch of him. Not satisfied I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him into me more. I wanted every morsel from him I could get. I wanted to feel him deep inside me. I could smell the mixture of teen boy and soap emanating from him. In response to my greed, he grabbed my head with his hands and started fucking my face. "That's right Dad, take it all. Swallow me." Soon I felt him grab a fistful of my hair as he continued pummeling my mouth with his dick, his balls slapping against my chin. This really got me going. He stopped to kick the boxers off of his feet, spread his legs a little farther apart and then went back to ramming my mouth. I reached up and started playing with his balls and then heard him say "Here it comes Dad!" and then he exploded into my mouth. He continued to pump my mouth while he shot numerous loud of his cum down my throat, which I swallowed happily. After I had drained his cock of its juice, I stood up and kissed him hungrily. Our passion was so strong, he was moved backward into the counter. He pulled down my shorts and boxers and started pulling on my dick. "You want it?" I asked smothering his response with my mouth. When I pulled off his mouth to kiss his neck, I heard him say "Please!" I nibbled on his earlobe and then whispered into his ear, "Get it wet Ryan." He immediately knelt down and took my cock into his mouth. Unlike my greedy slobbering on his piece of meat, he slowly moved up and down the shaft of my rock hard cock. He then gently sucked my balls into his mouth one by one and then kissed his way up my body while standing up. When his lips reached mine, I turned him around. He leaned forward gripping the counter to support himself on. I presented my dick at his hole. Before I could start pushing forward, his ass was backing up onto my rod. I plunged forward entering him as swiftly as I could. I could his sharp intake of breath as I filled his hole. When he had taken me all the way to the hilt, I paused to let him adjust and kissed him gently. He started to move his hips back and forth, and so I began to fuck my son. At first it was gentle, but his voice kept urging me on. It was like he was a different person than I had ever known, and I liked it. I pounded his ass, our bodies making slapping noises, both of us grunting with the effort and the pleasure. I wanted better leverage, so I told him: "Go to the couch." I reluctantly pulled out of him, and we went to the living room. I pointed to the arm of the couch, and he promptly bent over it. "Yeah, this is much better son," I said as I reentered his hole and began plowing away. I could hear the couch partially skidding on the hardwood floors. I grabbed the couch on either side of his hips as I sunk deeper into him, my thrusts becoming more urgent. I was tingling all over, breathless from our lovemaking. As I grew closer to orgasm, I rammed even harder, his head bouncing up and down as I pounded his tight little ass. When I was about to cum, I drove so hard forward I was surprised the couch didn't break. My body went rigid as I unleashed my load into his ass. I collapsed on top of him. "You OK?" I asked, tentative. "Oh yeah Dad!! More than OK!" my beautiful boy responded. "I'm glad." "Are YOU OK?" he asked. "Oh hell yes!" I responded to which I could feel his body shake as he chuckled. "I love you Dad." "I love you too Ryan. You always have and always will be so very special to me." We spent the next hour or so lying on the couch together, cuddling, enjoying each other's company, the closeness and the intimacy of what we had just shared. Stay tuned for part 4