Date: Tue, 16 Aug 2005 15:23:33 -0600 From: Xavier Subject: My Skateboarding Son #3 My Skateboarding Son #3 by Xavier L This is a story containing sex between a father and his teenaged son. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, if this type of material is illegal in your area, or if this theme turns off, you should stop reading now. If you are interested in my other stories, you can find them listed in the Authors section under Xavier L. Please feel free to email me with comments, or if you would like to be notified when there are new stories and/or updates, at xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk My wife was back from her trip, and so Jacob and I had fewer moments to ourselves. When I could, however, I availed myself of her absence. Bathing was always a convenient excuse. She could easily understand why a teenage boy wouldn't want his mother bathing him. So as long as the door was closed and we didn't waste too much time, we knew we were safe. There was always, of course, that feat she would walk in or knock on the door at a very inopportune moment. Luckily that never happened. We've been married for a long time, and I'm still very attracted to her, but there is something about what Jacob and I do that burns a hotter fire in me. So when I came home from work one day to find out she was once again going on a long trip, I can't say my first thought was one of sadness. When the day came, I helped her to her car and waved as she headed down the street. I waited for a few minutes, changing into my gym shorts, but leaving my underwear off, just in case she came back for a forgotten item. As soon as I was sure we were in the clear, I rushed into Jacob's room. "Is she gone?" he asked hopefully. I nodded my head as I quickly came to his bed. He threw his sheets off, his cock standing at full mast. I wanted him so badly I did something we had never done and planted a passionate kiss on him, my tongue thrusting into his mouth. He responded immediately returning my kiss. As soon as I felt his hand groping at my shorts for my hard cock, I yanked my shorts down to my ankles and devoured his rod. I went to work with an animal passion that producing loud moans from my son as I buried his flesh into the confines of my throat. Immediately he began pumping his hips thrusting his cock in my mouth, one hand rapidly stroking my dick and the casted one forcing my head to bounce up and down on his moving cock. I took short breaks from sucking his dick to worship his balls with my mouth. When I returned to his rod, he began fucking my face, his butt lifting off the mattress with his thrusts. As he pushed upward, I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me more preparing for the slightly sweet and salty reward that I knew would soon follow. I could tell by his breathing, the power of his grip, and how his leg muscles tightened that he was nearing orgasm. As I grabbed his ass, my middle finger edged its way to the entrance of his hole and slightly entered it. With the tip of my finger in my son's ass, he went wild as he sank his cock deeper into my throat, my mouth opening wider to accommodate his dick better, lips sealing tightly around the base of his cock as his body went rigid and his sticky fluid flooded my mouth. He held my head down, his rod thoroughly buried in me while he continued unloading his cum. I swallowed eagerly trying to keep up with the liquid onslaught as my body shivered, and my own load exploded into my boy's firm grip. His cock remained in my mouth until it had almost become completely limp and only then did he release his grip on my head. I stood up, stretching out my sore back muscles. This put my pelvis against his mattress, my cock touching his bent leg. I felt his hand, still sticky from my cum, squeezing my ass. "Tight buns, Dad" he said. I looked at him and smiled and then bent down for another kiss. This one more gentle and lingering. I looked lovingly into his eyes for a moment and then broke the spell by announcing it was time to get ready for his doctor's appointment. Today he was getting his casts removed. We were hoping he wouldn't need new ones and might get away with a splint or two. I still had to help him dress. I pulled out his boxers from the dresser, but he stated he didn't want to wear underwear today. I know how good it feels to free ball sometimes, so I just shrugged and grabbed the clothes he instructed me to get. Then he asked for his backpack. "Why do you need a backpack son?" "I want us to go hiking afterward." Amazing. "Jake, you may still have casts on your legs. Even if you don't, hiking is out of the question until you're completely healed." "Dad, there's a trail not too far from the doctor's office that you can take wheelchairs on even. I've been stuck in bed for a long time, and I need a break!" I could agree with that and consented only if I found the trail suitable once we got there. I handed him his burgundy backpack and then went to go get dressed. And cleaned up. After dressing I came back into Jake's room, helped him out of bed and into the wheelchair, and then to the car. At the doctor's office he got excellent news. His arm was healed enough to not need a splint or cast, and he only had to wear a walking cast on one leg. The doctor cleared him for walking on the trail as well. To his delight and my concern. I excused myself to go use the restroom while the doctor fitted my son for his walking cast. When I returned Jacob had his walking cast on and a huge grin. I helped him off of the table as he grabbed his backpack and hobbled out of the room. I watched behind him trying to suppress a chuckle at his waddle but also admiring his cute butt. We got to the trail. It was easy enough that I felt comfortable with Jacob walking on it. The parking lot was empty, so we would probably have it to ourselves, which made me feel even more comfortable. When we had walked a ways, Jacob spotted a picnic table in a semi-secluded area and motioned to it. We went to the table, and I sat down on the bench, while he hopped up onto the table. I enjoyed the silence which was broken only by an occasional bird sound. "We need to celebrate!" Jacob exclaimed. I laughed and nodded my head in agreement. "How about pizza . . . " I began to offer until I saw Jacob's hands undoing his shorts. "Apparently you have something else in mind." He grinned disarmingly and replied, "We can do pizza too." I watched as the denim shorts were pushed down exposing their hidden treasure, his caramel-colored cock rising to greet the outdoors. I looked around and confirmed we were still by ourselves and hidden by the trees and bushes. I got up and walked to where he sat, grabbing his shorts and pulling them all the way off. As his legs were freed, they spread apart widely, inviting me. He leaned back, propping himself up on his outstretched arms, a seductive look occupying his face. I ran my hands up his thighs slowly until I felt his hand on my head nudging me downward. I lowered my head to his crotch, a musky scent welcoming me as I parted my lips and felt the satin covering of his cock slide past my lips. I went up and down his throbbing dick slowly picking up the pace until he stopped me. I stood up and looked at him in confusion. "I want to try something. . . different today, Dad." I was clueless. "Ummm, what do you mean different?" I asked, watching him slide off the table, his cock bouncing and standing straight out in front of him. He undid my shorts as he responded. "Yeah, something we haven't done before." My heart was racing at his touch, the feel of his hand gently rubbing my cock and then my ass. "What haven't we done?" I asked genuinely curious. "I want to do you." "You want to give me a blowjob?" I asked, my cock growing firmer at the thought. "Sure, but in trade." "In trade?" He smiled in that way that always melts my resolve and nodded his head. "Yeah. I want to do your butt." Now my heart really was racing. My son wanted to fuck me in the ass?! "Oh gee, Jake. I don't think so." "Come on. It might be fun," he said, now standing behind me, his arms hugging my body as his cock poked against my cheeks. "I'll blow you afterward." I was intoxicated by his touch, by his arms wrapped around me and the thought of his head between my legs, my cock buried in his hot mouth. "Will you swallow?" "Swallow? You mean your cum?" "Where did you hear. . . " "Dad, come on. I'm in high school. Do you really need to ask?" I laughed at how foolish my question was. "No, I guess not." "Yes, I will." Even his mother would never do that! My thoughts to resist were quickly eroded by the feel of his hand in my crack, his fingers playing with my virgin hole. "But we don't have any lube," I protested. I watched him reach for his backpack and pull out a tube of K-Y. "Where did you get that?!" I asked. "Well first I was going to use lotion I brought from my room, but then I saw this in the doctor's office. The commercials on TV always make it sound like K-Y is used a lot, so I grabbed it." "You PLANNED to do this all along?" I was stunned. He only smiled as he watched me staring as he rubbed the clear gel on his cock in preparation for popping his father's cherry. "I don't know about this," I continued to protest half-heartedly. He again moved behind me, placing a hand on my back and guiding me to bend over. "Come on Dad. Bend over." I let him push me down into position, my heart pounding as I felt my son's cock sliding between my cheeks and felt the head of his dick pushing at the entrance to my ass. "Son, I don't . . ." my comment cut off by the pain as his dick entered me and slowly began tunneling into my ass. "Ohhhh YEAH!" I heard my son say as his cock violated my ass further. "Dad, bend down more," he instructed. I folded my arms on the table, and rested my head on them as I felt more of my boy's cock bury itself inside of me. I had heard people talk about a mix of pleasure and pain but had no idea what they meant. THIS was it for sure. As his rod sank deeper in me, I hurt but was also filled with an intense feeling that can't be described. I found it almost hard to breathe as Jake rammed his cock in the rest of the way, my sphincter squeezing down, placing his dick in a choke hold. "Oh GAWD!" he cried as our bodies were at least fully joined. I felt like electricity was coursing through my whole body while a fire was spreading out from my ass. The tingling sensation rose as he began withdrawing his rod and then thrusting forward. His fingers were digging into my hips as he began fucking my ass, his body slamming into mine as he drove his cock into me repeatedly. I could feel sweat forming where our bodies met while he rammed into my ass. It got harder to breathe when he began fucking me faster. He was going at a feverish pace. A cool breeze caressed my skin as our bodies crashed together one final time, and I felt my son's cock twitching as he unleashed his load. His pounding had caused me to orgasm as well, but it wasn't nearly as intense as it would normally be. After resting and finishing unloading in my ass, he said "And now the trade." As turned on by the idea as I was, I knew my dick wouldn't be coming up too quickly after this. "I came when you were doing me Jake. How about when we get home, and I can be comfortable?" "You sure?" he asked. I smiled back at him encouragingly, "Oh yeah. I'm looking forward to it!"