Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2004 20:18:19 -0600 From: Xavier Subject: Jeremy's Rub Down part 2 I plan on submitting some noninest stories, and have already with Spoils of War. Would it be possible to remove the "incest themes" from my listing of stories as I'm going to be doing some other genres as well? Thanks! Hope your Thanksgiving went well. XavierL [ Part 2: "Attached Text" ] Jeremy's Rub Down, Part 2 by Xavier This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his minor son. The usual comments and warnings apply. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading. Please feel free to email me with comments at xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk. I had a fitful sleep that night, visions of Jeremy, the silkiness of his tight, young skin, the incredible tightness of his ass. I had never had suck an orgasm in my life. But what kind of pervert was I? Fucking my son. My medicated son. But his image would not leave my mind. I jerked off in the shower thinking of my little boy impaled on my hard rod, his head jerking up and down as I rammed his hot little ass. Another awesome orgasm. I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast when Jeremy walked in. He had a concerned look on his face. My heart started pounding. What if he knew?! Oh shit! "Hey Bud, what's up?" "Hey Daddy," he said as he came over and gave a hug. "What's that look for?" "Huh? Oh. My bumhole hurts, and I don't know why." Did I hurt him?! "Your `bumhole' hurts?" "Yeah," he replied, mystified. "When was your last BM?" "Just now." "Was . . . everything OK?" "Yeah," he responded still mystified. "Were you constipated?" "Consti what?" I stifled a smile and repeated: "Constipated. Had you had a BM recently before that?" "No." "That was probably it," I weakly reassured him. He seemed satisfied with that. Meanwhile I tried to hide my hands shaking. Later I dropped him off at school and watched his cute, little ass walk away from the car. Thoughts of my son's open thighs dominated my day. I found it hard to concentrate. Every time I would vow to never do that again, I would feel his viselike grip on my dick as I slid in and out of him, his little body beneath me. At dinner that night we talked and joked as normal. Oddly I found his cherubic smile warming my body. His blue eyes twinkling in the light. I sent him off to take a bath while I put away the dishes. Then curiosity got the better hold of me, and I went into the bathroom. There he was in all his glory, playing in the tub. He smiled at me as I put the lid of the toilet down and sat down to visit. If he noticed my eyes devouring his body, he never let it on. I could almost feel his skin beneath me. I watched him as he dried himself off and then playfully pulled him to me, his body still naked and hugged him. He giggled. My hand was resting on his butt cheek, that perfect, small mound of flesh. "Hey Bud, I want to make sure you get good sleep tonight, OK? So, here let me give you some Benadryl in case you're coming down with something." He rolled his eyes but obliged. "Can I watch TV with you?" I smiled warmly, "Of course! And if you want, you don't even have to put your PJs on." Raised in a prudish home, little boys just didn't run around the house naked or in their underwear. "REALLY?" he asked stunned. "Really. In fact, if you want to watch TV just like this, you can." I replied, pleased with myself. "COOL!" He ran out of the bathroom, his towel wrapped around him. I followed behind him, enjoying the view and anxiously awaiting the medicine's effects. I joined him on the couch and we watched a couple of his favorite programs. When he yawned and started stretching, I nudged his head down onto my lap and closed his eyelids and began stroking his bare back. After a while his breathing had changed, and I shook him a little. He didn't respond. I let my hand glide down his side to his towel and then gently parted it exposing my son's youthful crotch. I began playing with his developing cock and balls. I then undid his towel completely so I could take in more of his beauty. I was rock hard as I explored his smooth body. I looked at his angelic face and noticed that his mouth was open while he slept. I wanted to be inside that tiny mouth. I undid my pants and let my hard cock out. I then shifted my position so I could insert myself into his open mouth. When I felt his lips brush against the head of my cock, electricity ripped through me. I could barely get into his mouth from this position, so I slowly extricated myself from beneath his body. I eagerly kicked off my pants and underwear and knelt down next to the couch, lining up my cock with his ruby lips. I pulled his body to the edge of the couch and then inserted myself into his mouth again and began sliding my dick in and out of his open mouth. Once I went to far and made him gag a bit. I went into the bathroom and got some Chloraseptic spray and sprayed it inside his mouth, hopefully numbing his gag reflex. I then reinserted myself and began pumping his face. I wished I could put more in me, but I didn't want him to gag and then maybe bite down on me. As I melt the warm wetness engulf me over and over again, it wasn't long before I could feel my groin tightening and the pressure building up in my body. I was going to pull out, but it felt too damn good, so I kept fucking his mouth until I shot a load into it. This did make him gag, and I thought for sure he would wake up, but all he did was torn over onto his back and cough some more. His lips made smacking noises as he reflexively cleaned what was on them. I badly wanted his ass, but I wasn't sure I should so soon. So instead I watched him sleep for a while before picking his naked body up and taking him to his bed. I explored his smoothness one more time before covering him and going back to the living room to take care of my clothes . . . and the mess. Part 3 coming soon.