Date: Mon, 7 Nov 2022 08:03:18 -0800 From: Xavier Lancaster Subject: Stress Release for Daddy Stress Release for Daddy 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 https://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 With work and all the other shit going on these days, I've found myself being much more stressed. Not being able to date hasn't helped either. My 10-year-old son is thankfully pretty good, but ya know it ain't exactly easy being a single dad. I've tried various things to distract and de-stress, but they're not really helping. Had to slow down on my drinking, too, because it felt like that might be starting to go in a bad direction. The other day I came home after an absolute shit day of work. I brought pizza for dinner because I was in no mood for cooking. Took a nice hot shower, and that still wasn't as helpful as I'd like. Decided I'd just put my robe on and go watch a movie with Dalton or something. As we sat on the couch, he could tell something was wrong. I had a couple of cocktails already so was a bit more loose-lipped than probably would've been good right now. Another reason I limit myself to three these days. "What would help you feel better?" Dalton asked me. "Well, having a woman around to give me a blowjob would be nice, but such is life." "What's a blowjob?" Oh shit! I thought finally realizing I had let my mouth get ahead of my brain. "Oh, nothing to worry about." "You said a woman would do it, so I'm guessing it has something to do with sex." "I shouldn't have said anything like that. Just forget about it," I said. "You said it so tell me what it is." "We shouldn't be having this discussion at your age." "We're already learning stuff about sex in school. What is it?" I took another drink. "Fine. It's when a chick sucks your dick." "Does that feel really good?" "Oh fuck yeah. Especially if she swallows." "Swallows?" he asked tilting his head to the side like a puppy. Shit again! "Sorry, shouldn't have said that." He gave me that look again. "Dad. . . " I sighed. "When you're older, your dick makes something called cum. When you have it, it feels really good when your dick shoots it out. For some reason, cumming when you're being blown just feels so intense." "Wow," he said. The liquor was hitting my brain more now. "Some chicks are better at it than others. Some you can tell are just sucking to get it over with while others try to get the whole thing in their mouth, mix up speeds, spend a little time sucking on your balls. . . " "Did Mom enjoy doing that?" "Not really. She was more of a 'Just stick it in me and get this over' kind of lady." "Oh." "We should probably stop talking about this because it's making me hard. I may need to send you to your room so I can watch some porn and take care of myself." I poured myself another drink. As I was drinking, I felt my robe opening over one leg. I looked down and saw Dalton peeling open my robe. "Umm, what ya doing there, Dal?" "You said it was getting hard. I'm just curious," he said as he opened the other side. "You're probably too old for it to be considered 'appropriate' for you to be looking at my dick, especially when it's at half mast." "You've often said being appropriate is just for boring people." "Yeah, but I didn't mean my kid." I took another drink right before almost jumping out of my seat. I looked down to see Dalton's mouth on my dick. "Dalton!" I moved my hand to push his head away, but I was already growing harder. He was going up and down my growing meat, and when my hand was against his head he just started moving faster. I know I should've told him to stop, shoved him away, or something else, but I found myself just letting my head fall backward against the couch as my son worked my straining cock. When he could tell I wasn't going to fight him on this, he moved his head between my legs. I spread them apart reflexively and bit my lower lip as he began sucking on my hairy sac. Soon his tongue licked up my shaft. As his lips spread over the tip of my cock again, I played with his blonde hair. He glanced up at me while he tried sliding my meat deeper into his mouth. Our eyes locked for a moment, and I put both hands on his head and started pushing him down. His occasional gagging sounds drove me on. Soon I was using my hips to hump his mouth. I decided I could handle making this last just a bit longer, so I stopped myself and relaxed as I felt his mouth moving up and down slowly on my rod. It had been a long time since I had sex, so my orgasm was building too quickly. And I knew I wouldn't be able to fight this off this time. Part of me felt like I should make him stop before I jizz down his throat, but the other side of me wanting nothing more than to feel him swallowing his dad's jizz. He started speeding up again, and my decision was made. I grabbed onto his head and guided him to move deeper and faster. The sounds of his gag reflex being triggered by my hard flesh drove me on. "Gawd yes! Make me cum!" I said without restraint. He changed his position a bit which allowed me to get more of my hardness into his throat. I lost any sense of self control I may have had. I began pumping into his mouth more briskly. He seemed hungry for it, too, and just devoured my cock. Within moments I was hearing him cough as my dick unleashed a massive load. I could feel his throat moving quickly, though. He seemed determined to make me proud. When my dick slowed down its twitching from my orgasm, I released his head. He sucked on me a few more times before releasing it. "Did I do a good job?" he asked hopefully. "That. . . that was pretty fucking awesome. Totally wrong but fucking awesome." He looked confused. "What did I do wrong?" I began retying my robe. "I just shouldn't have allowed it. It's wrong for a man to let a boy suck his cock, especially when it's his son." "Sounds stupid to me. A son should be able to help his dad out, and I enjoyed it." At this point I wasn't going to argue. It had worked. I certainly wasn't feeling stressed anymore, even though I probably should've felt even worse. The next day he was at it again. I came home from work, and he greeted me at the door. He guided me to the couch as he asked about my day. He took my shoes and socks off for me as I talked. Then he was undoing my belt. "Dalton, what are you doing?" I asked stunned. "Helping you out again. You've had a rough day." My belt was undone, and he was opening my pants as I protested. "This really isn't right. I appreciate you want to help, but . . . " I felt him tugging down my pants and boxers. As wrong as it was, I kind of didn't want to fight. As soon as my clothes were down my knees, his lips were on my meat. Later in the week, I picked him up after soccer practice. He asked if we could drive to one of the areas in the local woods where you had a view of the city. I parked in a secluded part. His hands were on my shorts again. "Dalton, dude!" "I want to suck your dick! I like doing it, Daddy! Look, it even makes my dick hard!" he said. He shoved his shorts and jock strap down exposing his small wood. Somehow seeing that the idea of blowing his father made him hard did it for me. I shoved my shorts and underwear down and eased my seat back more. "Fine, Dalton. Suck my cock!" He gave me a big grin and moved into position so he could go down on me. As he started working my rod, I told him to shove his shorts down and I'd play with his dick while he blew me. He did, and I took hold of his little hard-on with my fingers and gently stroked him. I hate to admit there was something hot about watching his small blonde head moving up and down as he worked my meat. After a bit, I pushed up his dark blue shirt so I could rub his bare back. His skin felt so smooth. As I admired his young body, I couldn't help but notice his small ass cheeks. I began rubbing those as well. He started going faster on my stiffy. "Yeah? You like that, huh?" I said as I gripped his butt more firmly. I was curious and slid my fingers into his crack. I rubbed his tight hole, and he started forcing more of my dick down his throat. I could hear him coughing every so often. Out of curiosity, I pushed the tip of my finger into his ass. Fuck he was tight! As I slowly fingered his hole, he went to town on my cock. "That feels so damn good!" I said as my other hand guided his head down more. "Take as much of my cock as you can, Dalton. Yeah, suck it!" As he brought me closer, I shoved more of my finger into him. Soon I replaced it with my middle finger so I could get deeper. I began fingerbanging him as I shoved his down even further, and it didn't take long before I was unloading into his throat. He swallowed eagerly, and I slowly removed my finger from his hole. "That was incredible," I said when I finally let go of his head. By the time a couple of days had passed, I was over my shyness about letting my son blow me. In fact, when we got home from me picking him up at school, he said he could use a snack. I gently pushed him down into a chair at the dining table. "I got a good one for you," I said and I undid my pants. His eyes lit up as he saw me shoving my clothing down and exposing my hard meat. As soon as I moved in close enough, his mouth was on my dick. As I was feeling less guilty about doing this, I found myself getting a bit more into it. I ended up moving even closer so that I was essentially straddling the seat. I grabbed onto the back of the chair as I began moving my hips so that I was throat fucking him. "Fuck yeah," I said. "Take that cock deep, son! Yes!" I felt him grab onto the back of my legs as he hungrily worked my rod. Feeling his small hands on me while he would occasionally gag when I plunged my meet in deep was such a fucking turn-on. Part of me wanted to make this last, but the rougher sex was also heating me up. "Your mouth feel so damn good! Your throat needs my dick," I said as I kept plunging my hard meat forward. His fingers digging into my skin as I roughly fucked his gullet egged me on. After a bit I finally gained enough control to step back and slow down. But he was eager and leaned forward to try to take his dad's rod all the way. I gripped the back of his head and just relaxed my body to let him do his own thing at this point. I loved watching his blonde head as it moved back and forth, his bright red lips sliding over my swollen flesh. "Yeah, you love your daddy's cock, don't you?" He nodded his head as he worked at deep throating me on his own. There was something about seeing my hand on his head, too. My hand really emphasized how small his head. Even though I knew he was young-too young really-this just made things even hotter for me. "You're thirsty to swallow that cum. The same cum that made you." Thinking how he was sucking the same dick that created him made it even harder for me to resist just ramming my hard flesh down his throat. As I started humping his mouth again, I thought about how he owed his life to this cock he was sucking. I yanked off my shirt and tossed it onto the nearby couch. "That's right, Dalton. Worship that fucking cock. You need it bad. Every fucking inch of it." He started going down on me more vigorously, and I grabbed his head with both of my hands. I started pulling him toward me as I thrust forward. The sounds he made as he briefly choked on my Johnson egged me on. His submissiveness undid me. As my orgasm started building, I knew I had come to a new place in our relationship. Tonight I was popping his cherry. I began fucking his throat like it was his ass, and in a few moments my cock filled his mouth as it emptied my seed. After he had milked my dick, he seemed reluctant to let go of it. "Time to let it rest. You'll be getting more of it tonight." He smiled when I said that. I wondered if he would change his mind when he discovered it would be going in a different hole, though. I did some chores while he finished his homework and started getting dinner ready. After we ate, we watched a few of his favorite shows on TV. Cuddling with him felt so different now. But in a positive way. Once I was ready, I said "Let's go to my room." When we were there, I started removing my sweats and told him to get naked. "I get more of your dick?" he asked with a big grin. "Oh yeah, but we're going to do something . . . a little different tonight." "Like what?" As he was taking off his last bit of clothing, I put a load of lube on my hard meat. "We're gonna make things even more . . . special." He climbed onto the bed. "How?" I joined him on the bed. "Well, Dalton. I love your mouth, but sometimes a cock needs an even tighter hole." I rubbed my hand up and down his bare body including giving his hard-on a little attention from my hand. "So tonight, I'm going to stick it in your butt." "In my butt?" he asked surprised. "Yep. I love fucking your mouth, but tonight I'm fucking your ass. We're 'going all the way'." "That sounds weird." "Well, it's the only pussy a boy has, and right now I need some pussy." I guided him onto his stomach. "Now it may hurt a bit initially because this is your first time, but I'm hoping you can be a big enough man to take it." Yeah that was manipulative, but I don't give a shit. I moved over him and told him to pull his butt cheeks apart. I saw his tiny starfish hole, and I gripped my cock and guided it to the center. Once I pushed it into the hole, I knew there was no turning back. I slowly fed him my cock, and I had to use every ounce of my will to keep from just shoving it all the way in. He was so fucking tight! I could see the look of strain on his face, but he was holding steady so I just continued more slowly than I could've imagined possible. My cock was begging to just be buried in this tight hole, but I didn't want to hurt him either. "Fuck you're doing so well, baby," I said. "Do you like this?" he asked. "I fucking love this, son. You are so very special." I watched his face for cues as I slowly fed him my meat. Once I had enough of my rod buried in him I could let go of it, I started to gently move it back and forth just a little. As his hole relaxed more, I guided it in a bit deeper. "You're doing so fucking well, Dal. Damn!" I said as I pushed more of my throbbing meat inside him. Soon I was able to hump him a little faster, and I could start going a bit deeper with each thrust. "Ohmigawd," I said as more of my cock entered him. After a few more forward movements, I just kept pushing until my body was resting against his. My dick adjusted to the tight grip of his ass as I kissed his face, neck, and shoulders. "I'm the fucking luckiest dad alive!" As the grip from his ass eased up, I started slowly moving my dick inside him. It fucking felt amazing, and once again I had to restrain myself from just ramming the hell out of his tiny butt. After a few moments, when his face showed less straining, I asked him if he was enjoying what was going on. "Kinda. It's kind of uncomfortable, too." "Yeah, your ass isn't used to stuff coming in, only leaving. You'll get used to it." I managed to keep a steady pace. I really wanted to some deep pounding, but I didn't think he was ready for that. Even though I knew he wouldn't try to stop me, I wanted him to be more interested in doing this again. Because I definitely was going to need a lot more time in his sweet hole. It was also hot feeling his small body beneath mine, especially his tiny legs as they lay against mine. We tongue kissed as I was able to start moving a bit faster. He was so tight that even though I had cum just a few hours ago, I was already getting ready to blow. I thought about slowing down or trying to edge, but I knew even if I wasn't moving just the cramped hole alone was going to make me cum. As I got closer, I did start doing some deeper thrusts. After only a few more thrusts, I was blasting his insides with my jizz. I was surprised at how much my dick seemed to be shooting considering he had swallowed a load earlier. His butt was definitely emptying my balls completely, though. Once my dick finally stopped draining into my son's hole, I pulled out and collapsed next to him. I pulled him over to me, and we tongue kissed some more. "I sure hope you're okay with doing more of that because your butt is fucking incredible." "I'll do whatever you want, Daddy." Sweeter words have never been spoken.