Date: Tue, 2 Nov 2010 13:41:33 -0700 (PDT) From: moose91762@yahoo.com Subject: Roleplay With Steve Roleplay With Steve By Dick Zucher This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters in this story and any real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between two consenting adults, although they are father and son. It also contains a little fetishism, as in roleplaying and foot fetishism. If reading such material would offend you, or if it is illegal for you to read such material where you are, then you should back out now, and go read something more G Rated. o0o0o0o0o0o0o0 I was sitting at the computer, catching up on a little office work one evening when my 24 year old son, Steve walked in. If I do say so myself, Steve is gorgeous. Tall, well-built and athletic, with chestnut hair that hung down almost to his collar. He has a handsome face that would melt the heart of any girl on the planet. His deep blue eyes always had a look to them that said "Please love me." and full, sensuous lips just made for kissing. "Hi, Son," I said. "Hi, Dad," he answered. "Can I ask you something?" "Of course." "Daddy, do you love me?" "You know I do," I answered. "And what's with this 'Daddy' thing? You haven't called me that since you were eight years old." He came behind my chair and wrapped his arms around my chest, resting his cheek against mine. I shuddered. No one had touched me like that since Steve's mother had passed away two years before. "I mean really love me?" he insisted. "What's this about, Stevie?" Unintentionally, I lapsed into calling him by the diminutive name he'd put aside when he was about 12. "Remember when I was little, and you'd put me to bed, and nuzzle me, and kiss me?" "Yeah." He hugged me, still standing behind me. "I liked that, Daddy. I liked it a lot," he said in a voice imitating a little boy. "Well, I liked it, too. It was just one way I could show you how much I loved you." "Dad, did you know that I liked it so much it gave me a boner every night?" he asked. "It gave you a boner, too. I saw it." I must have blushed three or four shades of red. One mustn't think of his own son in sexual terms. Steve spun my chair around and sat on my lap, putting his arms around me. "Love me, Daddy!" he cried, giving me a little kiss on the cheek. He removed his right arm from around my neck and placed it on my growing cock. This was getting to be something else. The bulge in his pants left me no doubt as to what he was thinking. "Come on, Daddy. I know you want it as much as I do." He started kneading my erection through the fabric of my slacks. I put my arms around Steve's waist and gave him a little hug before reaching into his lap to touch his erection. Was I really doing this? To my own son? I had always admitted to myself that I was bisexual, but why would I suddenly find myself being turned on by Steve? As I said earlier, he is gorgeous, but he's my son, dammit! "Oh, yeah, Daddy, that feels good," Steve said. "Play with it, Daddy." Who could resist an invitation like that? I unzipped his jeans and felt the rock-hard cock through his boxer briefs. Steve whimpered a little. "Oh, Daddy, that feels so good," he said. "Don't you think it's about time you put me to bed?" I kissed him lightly on the lips. "Okay, Stevie, it's time for bed." Steve jumped up and bounded out of the den into his bedroom. I followed as he threw himself onto the bed, lying on his back, his legs dangling over the side. "Undress me, Daddy. Put me in my PJ's." In for a penny, in for a pound, as they say in England. I knelt down at his feet and untied his size 11 sneakers. One by one I slipped them off, and rubbed his feet in their white socks, just as I had done years before. I removed the left sock, then the right one, and tickled his feet. Steve giggled. "Yeah, Daddy. Tickle me!" I stroked and tickled his beautiful suntanned feet, rubbing the soles and pulling the lint out from between his toes. Don't ask me why, but I picked his left foot up and brought it to my mouth and kissed it. Steve sighed, obviously enjoying the footplay, so I gave his toes a little lick. He giggled again. Thus encouraged, I took his big toe into my mouth and sucked on it as though it were a little dick. Steve moaned at this sensation and rubbed his crotch. "Does my little boy like that?" I asked. "Oh, yes, Daddy. Do it some more." I brought his feet together and took both big toes into my mouth at the same time as my son squirmed with pleasure. I swirled my tongue around his toes, licking all around and between them, then licked his soles from heel to toe. "Well, my little man," I said, getting up off my knees, "We've got to get you out of those clothes and into your PJ's." "Yes, Daddy," Steve said. "I'll be good." I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a beautiful hairless chest. Leaning forward, I tongued his left nipple, making it hard. "Play with my titties, Daddy. That feels so good!" He didn't have to ask me twice. I moved over to the right nipple and gave it the same treatment while I fondled the left one with my fingers. Steve squirmed under my ministrations, so I continued to explore his lightly-muscled chest with my tongue. "Sit up a little," I said so I could remove his shirt. That done, I turned my attention to his groin area. There was quite a bulge, some of it peeking out through his open fly, trapped in the gray boxer-briefs. I undid the button of his jeans and exposed his underwear more completely. My, how he had grown. I don't think I'd seen my son's cock since he was about 13 years old, and had just a small thatch of pubic hair. As I perceived it through his undies, his cock must be about six and a half or seven inches now, and was throbbing hard. I pulled his jeans down to the floor and slipped them off over his feet. Steve gazed into my eyes with that adoring look of his. I put my fingers inside the waistband of his drawers and looked at him. "Go on, Daddy. I want it as much as you do." I pulled his shorts down, and got another surprise. No pubes. There was a beautiful 6 ½ inch circumcized dick, and no hair. "You shaved," I remarked. "I wanted it to be like it was in the old days," he said as he pulled his drawers down to the floor and kicked them off. "I didn't have any hair on my doodle back then, and I remember how much fun we used to have." It was too much for me. I licked him from his hairless balls all the way up to the rosy tip of his cock and tickled the frenulum with my tongue. "Mmmmm," he moaned. "Come on Daddy, get naked. I want to feel your skin against mine." Steve swung his legs around onto the bed as I quickly undressed and lay down beside him. I took him into my arms, our bare skin touching from shoulders to crotch, my cock rubbing against his. He hiked himself on top of me and kissed me, long and deep, our tongues battling inside each others' mouths. When we parted, Steve pulled his knees up and sat on my chest, his hard cock waving in my face. I licked the tip again, then took the whole thing into my mouth, savoring my son's flavor all the way down to the base. "Oooh! Suck my cock, Daddy. Suck my little boy doodle!" After a few loving strokes, I pulled off and said, "Daddy loves his little boy's doodle." I went back to sucking on him, occasionally pulling off and licking his hairless balls, trying to reach on down farther. "Turn around, Stevie. I want to get at that beautiful boy pussy of yours." Steve swung around and got onto all fours with his ass in my face. I pulled his cheeks apart with my hands and saw his hairless hole winking at me. Apparently he'd shaved there, too. I pressed my tongue against the brown sphincter, and lapped at his hole like a dog drinking water. "Yeah, Daddy. Eat me. Oooh, Daddy!" I gobbled the boy's gorgeous ass hungrily as I felt his hand stroking my hardon. "Oh, Daddy, it's so big!" he cried. That was a crock, and he knew it. He had a good half an inch on me, but who cared at this point. Somewhat awkwardly, Steve took my penis into his mouth and began to suck. Electricity shot through my whole body as I enjoyed the wonderful sensations of his ass and mouth, causing me the most pleasure I'd felt in my life. I was really beginning to think that incest is best, relatively speaking, as the old joke goes. Steve sat straight up and twisted his torso around so he could face me. "Fuck me Daddy! I want to feel your hard cock inside me." "Are you sure you want that?" I asked. "Oh, yes, Daddy. More than anything." We rearranged ourselves on the bed, Steve lying on his back as I pushed his legs up over his head. That beautiful boy pussy was glistening from my saliva, just begging to be fucked. "There's some lube in the nightstand, Daddy." I opened the drawer and found a bottle of K-Y Sensual Silk. I squeezed some into my hand and stroked my cock with it, then lubed up my son's eager asshole. Steve moaned as I stroked his hole and inserted my index finger. "Mmmm-hmmm," he cooed. "I'm going to fuck my little boy now. I'm going to ram my man cock into his little boy pussy. Is that what you want?" "Yes, Daddy. That's what I want," Stevie said. "Do it, Daddy. Fuck me hard." Steve pulled his legs up and I positioned my throbbing cock against his hole. The very thought of what I was doing increased the sexual tension as the head pushed past the muscular ring, entering his love canal. Steve sighed, and I waited for him to adjust to the presence of my pole. I pressed a little farther in, and his hole seemed to just suck me in to the hilt. A look of ecstasy came over his face, and I'm sure over mine as well, as I felt the vicelike grip of his anus around my shaft. Slowly, I began thrusting in and out, gently fucking my son. He rested his bare feet on my shoulders, and I turned my head to take his toes in my mouth, gently nibbling on them as I fucked. "Oh, Daddy, that is so good," Stevie cried. "Suck my toes! Fuck my ass!" "Oh, yes, Stevie," I answered. "I'm gonna fuck your little ass raw." "Yes, Daddy. I've been a bad boy. I need to be punished. Ram that hard cock in my ass, make it hurt! Oh, Daddy, it hurts so good!" This kind of talk, together with the thrill of breaking just about every taboo in the book, soon brought me to the brink. I grasped Stevie's legs and pulled his tight ass into my groin and had the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over my entire body as I expelled my seed into the fruit of my loins. Stevie cried out, too, in his joy, and shot a huge wad of cum all over his chest and face without even touching himself. Finally, the spasms subsided, and I collapsed on top of my son, kissing him frantically. We lay there locked together for a time, until my softening cock eventually slipped out of Steve's boy-hole, and I rolled off of him, still holding him tightly as we both drifted off into exhausted sleep. When I woke up it was morning. Steve lay sleeping beside me, a gentle smile on his beautiful lips. I kissed him gently and got out of bed, heading for the kitchen. Once the coffee was made, I began to fry sausages for breakfast, and Stevie padded into the kitchen, his half-hard cock tenting his faded boxers. He wore no shirt, and was barefoot. "Morning, Dad," he said as he reached for the coffee pot. "Morning, Son. Did you sleep well?" "I had the best sleep of my life. That was awsome!" No remorse. That's good. Steve watched me turning the sausages in the pan as he poured a cup of coffee, spilling a great deal of it on the counter. "Steven Richard Zucher," I said sternly. "Watch what you're doing!" Steve looked at the mess he'd made. "Sorry, Daddy. That was wrong of me. I guess now I'll have to be punished." "That's right, Son. Go to your room." "Yes, Daddy," he said meekly. He took his coffee and walked back to his bedroom. My cock was starting to rise as I turned off the stove and followed him down the hall. o0o0o0o0o0o0o Thanks for reading my little fantasy. Your comments are welcome, greatly appreciated, in fact, at moose91762@yahoo.com. The young man who inspired the story, who isn't really my son, and I will enjoy reading them.