Date: Thu, 10 Nov 2022 07:24:08 -0800 From: Xavier Lancaster Subject: My Son Found Ecstasy My Son Found Ecstasy by Xavier L This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his preteen 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 them listed in the Authors section under XavierL at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/eprolific.html#xavierl or at http://xavierl.asslr.org If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel free to email me. Don't send me too many details, though. Please email me with if you'd like to be notified when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at xavier.stories@gmail.com. Make sure to tell me which list(s) you would like to be included on (gay and/or str8/bi). Follow me on Twitter: @XavierStories2 A buddy of mine visited last night for some drinks and to destress for a while. We've done MDMA before at a party, and I know how much he enjoys it. Since I was at home, and my 12-year-old was home, too, I didn't want to mess with it. Marty came out of his room after my buddy left. "He's really loud," he said. "Yeah, he gets that way sometimes." I started cleaning things up while he sat down on the couch to watch TV. While I was in the kitchen, I heard him ask if he could have some of the candy that was on the table. I told him to go ahead. After I finished, I joined him on the couch. After a while, he started acting funny. When a show came on with music, he couldn't stay seated and jumped up and started dancing around the living room. He had never done this before. "It feels so hot in here!" he said and practically ripped his shirt off. Then it hit me. "Marty, what did the candy look like?" "There were some Skittles, some licorice, and a tiny blue one that looked cut in half." Oh shit! I thought. I think I remembered my friend had cut one in half. "Come dance with me!" he said. I was pretty sure he was high. I got up, and he hugged me. "I just love you so much, Dad!" I gently ran my fingertips up his back, and he looked ecstatic. He turned around to dance some more. I was worried about him, but this was also kind of fun. I reached around him and stroked his bare chest. "Oh gawd!" he said and melted against me. "Don't stop!" I ran my fingertips up and down his torso and heard him moan loudly. The way he rubbed against me while he moaned, was bringing my sex-deprived brain to a different place. After going down his tight belly, I stopped at the waistband of his jeans. "Should I go lower?" "Yes! Lower!" he said while practically gyrating against me. I quickly found the tent in his pants. I ran my thumb over it. "Yes, Dad! This feels so good!" "Do you want it to feel even better?" I asked rubbing his erection a bit more firmly. "Yes! Yes!" I undid his jeans and slowly unzipped them. His hands rubbed my arms. I pushed them down. I could see his bone pushing against his boxers. I adjusted the fly so that his wood popped out. I rubbed the tip, and he melted against me again. I slid my fingers over the tip and let my fingers spread down his shaft. He grabbed his boxers and yanked them down. My lust was now unleashed. I knew I could really do what I wanted at this point, and the fact that I now had an eager, tight hole available was pushing me over the edge. I kissed his cheek, and he spun around to face me. His mouth covered mine, and he began kissing me hungrily. I slid my tongue into his mouth, and he eagerly thrust his tongue against mine. I grabbed onto his small butt cheeks and kneaded them. He broke our kiss, took hold of my shirt and started yanking at it to remove it. I helped him take my shirt off, and as we kissed I felt his fingers undoing the string on my sweat pants. He yanked them down and did the same to my boxer briefs. I stepped out of my clothing as he took hold of my dick and started playing with it. "I want to fuck you so bad right now," I finally said. "Let's do it!" I knew he probably didn't know what it meant, but he was going to get off on any sensation, especially a sexual one. I guided him onto the floor. He was on his back. I rubbed against his hard-on with my body while we kissed. "Fuck me, Dad!" I grabbed his legs and shoved his knees towards his chest. I spit into my hand a few times and rubbed it up and down the shaft hoping it was going to be enough. He held onto his legs as I moved into position and entered him. "Ohmygawd!!" he said with great pleasure. I just wanted to ram my meat into him at this point, but he was too tight. I remembered I had some lube in the end table since I sometimes jackoff in the living room while watching porn. I told him I'd be right back. I grabbed the lube, put a good coating on it while I watched him rub up and down his own body. When I touched his legs, he pulled them up automatically, and I entered him again. He seemed oblivious to any pain, so I was able to push more of my meat into him easily. I leaned down, and we tongue kissed as I continued burying my rod inside him. It didn't take long before my body was pressed against his, and I immediately started humping his tight ass. I knew I wouldn't last long at this pace, but he was so eager I couldn't slow down. A few minutes later my cum exploded into his ass. I was feeling dizzy, and as I pulled away from him, he clung to me. "More, Dad! I want more!" "Let's go to my bedroom," I said as he continued kissing on me. He immediately lied down on my bed. I wiped my dick off. He was still rock hard. I was horny enough I knew I could get hard again. I positioned myself above him so we could 69. "Suck on my dick to get it hard again," I said as I moved over him. As soon as my dick was in view, he had it in his mouth. I went down on him as well, and this unleashed more hunger for him. He practically thrashed around as I worked his knob, and soon I was throat fucking him. He ignored it when it made him cough. He got me hard in no time which surprised me. I got off the bed and walked around to the side by his feet. I pulled him toward me so that his hips were at the edge. I flipped him over onto his tummy. His legs dangled over the edge of the bed. I slid my stiff meat back into his asshole. I was able to get all the way inside him more easily this time. He was moaning so loudly, I grabbed him by the shoulders and started fucking him deeply. "DAD! YES! FUCK ME!" At one point I was able to force myself to slow down. I left my dick buried inside his butt while I ran my hands up his light brown skin. He got that from his mom. I'm more white, and the contrast of our skin colors was kind of cool to watch. I looked down at his sweet ass. It was lighter toned since it doesn't get as much sun as his torso. Still it was fun to see my white cock sliding backwards before it would plunge back inside his brown flesh. It took a lot of effort, but I was able to fuck him a bit more slowly this time. Though he was so tight I was shooting quicker than usual. When I pulled out and collapsed next to him, he had plenty more energy. "I'll suck you again!" he said eagerly. "I need more of a rest, buddy!" So we kissed. I stroked his dick while we did this, and soon it was twitching in my hand. He almost cried out, but it seemed like his breath was frozen while his mouth hung open. His whole body almost convulsed as he had his first dry orgasm. He still had energy to burn, so he was up and dancing. We went back into the living room, and I put on some music hoping it would help distract him. That lasted for a good amount of time, but he was back on me. He was eagerly sucking my dick, and I moved so we could 69 again on the couch. He managed to bring my dick back to life. I was feeling kind of exhausted, but he wanted more sex. So this time I lied on my back and had him sit on my rod. I stroked his dick while he raised and lowered himself on my meat. Soon he was practically bouncing up and down. All I could do was grip his hips to help him from going sideways or something. This time my dick could barely twitch while it unloaded. By the time he was finally calming down, I had us take a shower together because we were both pretty sweaty. I had him sleep in my bed as he started to come down. He slept late the next morning, and I let him. I checked in on him every so often just to make sure he was breathing. When he finally got up, I gave him some coffee and some breakfast even though it was nearly noon. I figured it might help him feel a bit better. "What happened last night?" he asked as he started to eat something. "I think my friend accidentally left some of a drug behind, and you thought it was candy." "My butt sure hurts a lot." I almost spit out my coffee. "Oh?" "Did we really do . . . that . . . that stuff last night?" I swallowed hard. "Stuff?" "Yeah. While naked." "What do you remember?" I asked. And he remembered pretty accurately. "Well, you were so high, and that drug makes you feel everything more intensely. You were kind of all over me." "It isn't your fault. I think I was kind of crazy." "That drug will do that to you. Just, please don't say anything to anyone about any of it." He promised he wouldn't. Things were back to normal after that, although he seemed a bit more quiet. I wished for him that it was one of those things where you didn't necessarily remember all that much afterward. On the third night, I was in bed reading when there was a knock at the door. I told him to come on in, and he climbed onto the bed next to me. "I keep thinking about that stuff we did." "I'm sorry. It should get better as time goes by." He was quiet for a while before shocking me: "Well, I was . . . I was wondering if we could it without me being high." "Do . . . what?" "The naked stuff," he said, his brown eyes looking deeply into mine. "Marty, none of that stuff should've happened." "But I enjoyed it, and I think I'll still like it." "I doubt you will," I lied. I imagined some of it he would, but I wasn't so sure about the other stuff like my dick going up his ass. He was quiet again, and I focused my attention back on my book because I didn't want to encourage him even though my dick was kind of interested. "Kiss me," he said. "What?" "Kiss me like we did that night. That will help me see." He moved in toward me, and I didn't really have anywhere to go. I put my hand on his bare chest. He took hold of my hand and slid it down to his groin. I could feel his hard-on. The distraction worked, and I could feel his lips on mine. I reflexively opened my mouth and felt his tongue slide against mine again. As we gently kissed, he rubbed my crotch. I could feel my fingers sliding against the tent in his shorts. When he broke the kiss, we looked into each other's eyes. I watched as he sat back down. He took hold of his shorts and slid them off his thin body. He returned to kissing me and guided my hand to his hard flesh. I stroked him as I felt him moving the sheet off my lower body. "Marty. . . " "I want this, and I'm not high." I kissed him more greedily. Once my body was uncovered, I took hold of my boxer briefs and yanked them off. He grabbed my hard dick and stroked it a few times before moving his head down my body. I guided him onto his side as he took me into his mouth. We slowly sucked each other while our hands moved up and down each other's bare body. After a bit, he moved away from me. "I want to feel you inside me again." "I don't know, Marty. . . " I began. He leaned over me and pulled the bottle of lube out of my nightstand. "How much do I use?" he asked. I squirted a good amount into his palm, and I watched as he slowly prepped my cock. He kissed me again before moving onto his back and pulling his legs up. I kissed the brown skin of both of his legs before moving into position. "If you need me to stop, tell me," I said. I wasn't actually sure I could do that, but I felt I needed to at least try. I entered him, and he winced a bit. He quickly relaxed, so I started slowly feeding him my meat. "How are you doing?" "Definitely feels different than last time, but I like it." The expression on his face kept me going. As soon as I had enough of my cock inside him that I could let go of it, I leaned down, and we started kissing. "Aren't you glad I wanted to do this again?" I knew that saying "yes" wasn't the answer I was supposed to give. I just returned to kissing him as I began slowly fucking him. This was indeed a lot more fun. It was nice feeling like I could take my time and just savor the pleasure of being buried inside his tight, perfect ass. It was also hot knowing that the way he kissed me back and how he moaned as my thick member slid back and forth in his hole was how he really felt. Soon I felt his heels digging into my butt as he wrapped his legs around me. "Is it all the way in, Daddy?" "Almost." After a few more pumps, he said: "I want it all." I kissed him tenderly as I slowly fed his ass the remainder of my cock. "Yesss," he hissed. He kissed me back more hungrily, and I started humping him harder. He moaned, and knowing this was how he really felt turned me on even more. I immediately slowed down. I would casually pull back my dick and slowly slide it forward. I watched the pleasure on his face. His hands kneaded my arm muscles. "How's that cock feel, little boy?" "So good. So good!" I did a couple of deep thrusts where I would pull it back slowly then ram it in. He moaned loudly. "You okay if I take my time and try to make this last?" "Make it take all day, Daddy!" I chuckled. "If I only I could do that." After a while, I wanted to change our position so I pulled out and had him roll over. Once he was on his tummy, I returned my cock to his sweet, tight hole. He felt so good beneath me. Our fingers intertwined while I slowly humped him. "Does every dad and son do this?" he asked. "No, Marty. It's considered to be really wrong and bad." He was quiet for a bit. "That's just stupid!" I couldn't disagree anymore. Even though part of me felt shitty for the fact I was currently fucking my preteen son, it also felt too damn good for me to even briefly consider stopping. I knew as long as he was willing, he'd be sucking my dick and taking it up the ass. As I watched his face as he moaned when I briefly returned to ramming his hole, I knew I was already addicted. "I hope you never get tired of my cock." "Impossible!" he said. "It feels too good." As my orgasm started to build, I really wanted to hold it back longer, but my dick wasn't going to tolerate that. It wanted release, and so I surrendered and returned to ramming his ass. His moans grew louder, and pushed me harder. "Daddy," he breathed, and that seemed to take me over the edge. Two more deep, hard thrusts, and my meat was unloading inside him. When I lied down, he cuddled up against me. "I'm so happy, Daddy." "I fucking love you so much, Marty." I pulled his head closer to mine, and we tongue kissed for a bit. He lay his head on my chest, and I passed out. The next day we were pretty busy. After dinner, I changed into my lounge pants and a T-shirt, and we chilled on the couch. We played some video games before watching some TV shows. He had his head on my leg, and I played with his brown hair. Soon I felt him moving. I looked down to see his fingers move to the ties on my pants. He started undoing them. He looked up at me, and I smiled while rubbing his back. "Needing some more cock?" I asked. I haven't really been able to suck on it very long, so I want to see what that's like. I lifted my hips as he pulled my clothing down my legs. "You wanna swallow my cum?" He nodded his head as he lowered it and started kissing my growing meat. I took hold of the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off him. I wanted to feel his soft skin while he did this for me. I had him start by sucking on my balls. Once my dick was at full attention, I had him slowly lick up the shaft. Once he got to the tip, he treated it like a lollipop, and I thought I might lose it. I closed my eyes as I felt his lips slide over the head and start moving down the shaft. He was taking his time, and I was going to enjoy every damn second. I enjoyed the sensation of the skin of his bare back as I casually rubbed it while he blew me. As he continued to make love to my dick with his mouth, I found myself more thankful for Ecstasy than I ever could've been before.