Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2005 14:20:55 -0600 From: Xavier Subject: Home to Ryan #5 Home to Ryan #5 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. 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. It seemed as time went on Ryan got hornier and hornier. I don't remember being that bad at his age. Of course, I don't think I was even having sex at his age. He often slept in my bed rather than going to his own. I enjoyed his company and the special closeness we had developed. Holding him in my arms helped ease the pain I still felt at losing his mother. In many ways he was a better lover than she was. Although I don't recall her waking me up to have sex. It wasn't terribly uncommon to wake up with Ryan's hand or mouth on my cock. And I never complained. This morning was a little different when I was in a sound sleep and was snapped out of it by Ryan's body laying on top of mine. I was sleeping on my stomach when I felt his weight sink onto me. "Son. . . what are you doing now?" I asked hoping I could fall back asleep. It was a Saturday, and I did NOT want to get up early today. "I have a big game today, Dad." I forced an eye open to peer at the clock. It was 8 a.m. "Boy, your game is not for several hours!" "I know," he responded, his warm breath spilling out onto my ear, "but I play my best after a good fuck." A good what? I thought. "Watch your language!" I berated him. Laughing softly he replied: "You use it all the time!" A hand had burrowed beneath my hips and was now stimulating my morning wood. Ryan was softly moving back and forth, his hard dick rubbing between my ass cheeks. His touch and breath distracted me from what I'm sure was a debate-winning comment. Before I could finish regathering my thoughts, however, he was lightly kissing my neck. I could feel him positioning his cock at the entrance to my hole. "You want me to have a good game, don't you?" he asked playfully, kissing my neck again and then gently teasing my ear with his teeth. As I felt the head of his lubed dick enter me, all resolve washed away, and I found myself spreading my legs to accommodate the welcome intruder. Now that his cock was halfway buried inside me, I heard myself moaning, my hips raising beckoning him to fill me with his swollen rod. In response Ryan drove the remainder of his dick all the way in forcing me to bite my pillow in a mixture of ecstasy and pain. He left his cock inside of me while he slowly made circular motions with his hips before beginning to slowly fuck my rapidly adapting hole. As it got easier to move in and out, I felt him slide his dick almost all the way out, and then he rammed it back in eliciting loud moans from me. "Yeah, Dad, you like that don't you? You like your boy deep inside you." Ryan hadn't really used dirty talk like this before, but I found it a total turn on. He continued: "Tell me you want my cock, Dad." When I moaned in response, he rammed his cock into me harder and continued: "I want to hear you say it Dad." "I. . . I want your cock Ryan," I weakly replied. He pulled almost out and rammed me again. "You can do better than that," he said, now barely moving his dick inside of me. "I want your fucking cock son!' I almost shouted. I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was smiling. I felt his whole weight against me as he began kissing my neck again and sucking on my shoulders. "How bad do you want it?" he teased. I could feel him throbbing inside me. "Fuck me son. REALLY fuck me," I was practically begging." "Lift up," he ordered. I obeyed him, raising my pelvis so that he could slide a couple of pillows beneath me. He had to pull out of me to do this, and I found myself holding my breath until I could have his meat buried inside me again. He pushed my legs further apart, and then I felt his hardness at my hole again. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart. Ryan slowly inserted just the tip of his cock and held it there. I began to raise my pelvis desperately wanting him filling my hole again. I felt Ryan's hands on my hips, his knees pushing against my legs, and then he thrust his rod into me again. "Now Daddy's little boy is going to fuck him good," I heard him say as he began powerfully fucking my ass, the bed creaking beneath us. As he pounded my ass, our bodies quickly becoming covered in sweat, I snaked my hand beneath me and started stroking my cock. "Stop it Dad. Don't touch it." I hesitated and then slowly withdrew my hand. As Ryan's rhythm picked up, I reached back and grabbed a hold of him, pulling him into me more. This urged him on. The bed was shaking so much I wasn't sure it would hold, but I wasn't going to stop him. Our sweaty bodies continued to collide, his balls lightly bouncing against me as he continued to pound my ass. I glanced at the dresser mirror and could see Ryan riding me. His head was hanging backward, his face showing he was completely lost in his animal lust. I watched his mouth fall open as he began moaning loudly. Then his mouth closed, and he was biting his lip. I gazed at his toned body as it continued its assault on my ass. I saw his movements become more rigid, felt his grip tighten on me, and then he thrust forward one final time as he shot his load. He stayed inside of me until his cock was almost limp, and then he moved away from me and lay down next to me. I rolled over and looked at him. He smiled, and then we drew close and kissed passionately. I felt his hand on my cock as we continued to kiss. I felt his hand on my chest as he gently nudged me onto my back. Our gaze met, he flashed his beautiful smile again, and then I watched as his head lowered to my chest where he began sucking on my nipples. He began kissing my chest and then slowly kissing his way down to my waiting cock. I grabbed at the sheets as I felt my cock enter the warm moistness of his mouth. Ryan's head was going up and down as he savored the shaft of my cock, one of his hands massaging my balls while his tongue and mouth worked my aching rod. It took no time at all until I exploded into his mouth, cum leaking out of his lips faster than he could swallow. It felt like I would never stop shooting, and my son continued to take my load until the rush was finally exhausted. As he released my dick, I said: "Damn son! That was incredible!" He smiled at me again, stretched out against my side and placed his head on my chest, his arm draped across me. "I love you Dad." "I love you too son," I replied, tousling his hair and then squeezing him closer to me as we fell asleep.