Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2005 14:35:28 -0700 From: Xavier Subject: Summertime Pleasures #3 Summertime Pleasures #3 by Xavier L This is a fictional story containing consensual sex between a father and his teenaged 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 toward the bottom under Xavier L. Please feel free to email me with comments or if you'd like to be notified when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk. We got up and got dressed. My ass felt a little funny, and the remnants of his cum made things a little slippery. I used some dirty underwear to wipe things up before leaving the tent. I started up the grill so we could have a hot breakfast. We ate our oatmeal and teased each other. We cleaned the dishes, put things away and then decided on a hike. After a while on the trail, we reached an incredible overlook. I rested against a tree as I took in the scenery. I felt Scott come up behind me, his arms moving through mine and folding into an embrace. I held onto his hands and leaned my head against his which was resting with his chin on my shoulder. He held me for a few moments, and then I felt him pushing down my shorts. "What are you doing Scott?" "What do you think?" he shot back. "OK, WHY are you doing it?" I asked, my shorts now dropping to my ankles. "I'm horny." "Again?!" I felt his shoulders shrug in response as my underwear joined my shorts. He began stroking my flaccid cock which rapidly responded to his touch. As my cock began rising, he removed his hands and quickly pulled down his shorts and underwear, his body pushing up against mine, his hard dick unmistakable against my back. "Bend over Dad," he instructed. I began to turn around in surprise, but he pushed back against my shoulder. I felt his dick beginning to push against my hole, and my resistance gave way. "Let me use the tree." Scott stepped back as I repositioned myself, bending at the waist and grabbing on the tree for support. I felt his cock begin to enter me, and I was filled with desire. "Just shove it in," I said. "You sure?" he asked, incredulous. "Yeah," I responded, bracing myself against the tree. He wasted no time in following my direction, and I felt his cock forcing its way into my recently devirginized ass. As soon as he was all the way in, he began moving his dick back and forth. I was filled with lust and heard myself say "Fuck me son!" "Oh yeah!" he replied, picking up speed. "Harder Scott!" He began pounding my ass in response. It still hurt somewhat, but the pleasure far outweighed the small burning in my hole. I reached between my legs and started rubbing his balls as he rammed my ass. Scott paused in his rhythm, and I immediately yelled "Give it to me son!" "I'm taking my shirt off!" he said a bit agitated at my impatience. My pulse quickened when I felt his hands return to my hips, and then I braced myself anew as he went back to fucking me. I didn't want the feeling of his rod slamming into me repeatedly to end, but as his momentum increased, I knew he was getting ready to cum. Shortly after that I felt his body get tense, and then I felt his cock twitching inside of me as he shot his load inside of me. With his cock still in me, I felt his hand wrap around my dick, and he began rapidly stroking it. It took no time for me to come. He pulled out of me, smiled and said: "Thanks Dad!" I watched him pull his clothes back up and retrieve his shirt while I took care of mine, and then he headed back up the trail like nothing had happened. When we returned, we caught some fish for dinner. Then we started a fire and got dinner ready. After dinner we sat huddled near the fire, his head resting on my shoulder. He broke the silence by asking: "Dad, do you like what we did today? And the other days." I was quiet for a moment not sure why he was asking but decided to answer truthfully. "Well, I never would've imagined I'd be saying this, but yes." "You like having my dick in your bum?" Another pause, and then I answered softly "Yes." "Do you like it like a lot?" A sigh and then "Yes." "Do you like sucking on my dick too?" "Yes, son. I like it all." "Good," he replied, moving away from me. I watched him stand up not sure what was going on. He turned until he was directly in front of me. I looked up at him and by the little light his body wasn't blocking, I could see a broad grin on his face. His moving hands caught my attention, and I looked toward his waist where his hands had moved to and watched him pull down his sweats exposing his hard rod. I looked back up at him. "Suck it Dad," his hand cupping the back of my head punctuating his sentence. I put my hands on his ass cheeks and went down on him. He shoved my head down on the shaft further and began bobbing my head on his cock. I deep throated him and heard him sigh a hearty yes. I moved my mouth off of his meat and spent some time sucking on his balls. He pulled away and grabbed the blanket we had been warming ourselves with. I watched him spread it out in front of the fire, the firelight reflecting off of the sheen of saliva I left on his dick. "Lay down," he instructed. I got up, pushed my sweats and underwear down and then lay on my stomach thinking he wanted to fuck me. "Roll over," he said. I rolled onto my back and watched him kneel down by my head. My cock twitched in anticipation as his body moved across mine into a 69 position. He lowered his cock into my hungry mouth before taking mine in his. I lost myself in the dual sensations of my son's young cock filling my throat while his mouth engulfed my rod. My hands massaged his butt while I slobbered on his hard flesh. I let out a load muffled moan when I felt his finger slide into my ass. I bent my legs and began bucking wildly as he serviced my dick, his finger rapidly thrusting into my ass. He came first. I hungrily swallowed his boy juice as it flowed in gushes down my throat. He stopped sucking me for a few moments as his orgasm erupted, and then he returned to his work. Shortly after I blew my load as well, which he swallowed. After he had milked me, he repositioned himself, straddling my body with his knees while his tongue pushed past my lips and he kissed me passionately, almost sucking the wind out of me. He stop kissing me leaving me disoriented, pulled his sweats off completely and said "Time for bed" and disappeared into the tent. I pulled my sweats up, doused the fire and joined him. I started getting into our combined sleeping bag to join his naked body when he stopped me. "Dad, you still have your bottoms on. What if I want to do you in the middle of the night?" he said with a crooked grin. "Sorry. Just not used to this." "Get used to it." I removed all my clothes and joined him in the bag. He rolled me onto my side and moved into a spooning position where we stayed as we fell asleep. I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. When I came back in, he was lying on his back. I took a while to visually explore his body. I had never admired another male in such a way, but his body was like . . . a piece of art to me, a wondrous creation. I got back into the bag, still gazing at my angel of a son. I wanted to taste him again, and so I started kissing and licking on his soft dick, gently tonguing the soft skin of his nut sack. "Mmmmmmmm, is it morning yet?" In between kissing his growing member, "Middle of the night." His cock was stiffening, and I began sucking on it, encouraging its growth. I felt his hand began stroking my hard-on as I pleasured him. He let me suck a while longer before interrupting me: "I think you need to get fucked again." The use of language stunned me. "Language!" "Oh come on Dad!" "I don't really like you saying you're going to `fuck' me." He sat up, another crooked grin breaking out, "But I am going to do just that." I was on my hands and knees already, and so he moved into position behind me. "Ask for it." "Scott, I'm not going to. . . " he rammed a couple or few fingers, I'm not sure how many, into my ass cutting off my response. "Unnnnnhhhhhhh!!!!" "Ask for it." "Please. . . Scott. . . give it to me." "No, ask me to fuck you." "Scott . . . " again his fingers thrust forward. "Scott. . . fuck me. Fuck me son!" "That's better," he replied, withdrawing his fingers and then quickly replacing them with his hard rod. He thrust his cock into me as fast as he could and quickly went to business pounding my ass with long, deep thrusts. "Do you like having your little boy's dick inside of you?" Where in the hell did he learn to talk dirty? I mused. "Unnnh, YES!" "Lay down with your butt in the air," he commanded. I obeyed, and then he reentered me, kneeling on one leg with the other bent at the knee. He began ramming me now. I found myself biting on the sleeping bag fabric as his cock invaded me deeper. He grunted as he rammed me faster. I could tell by his breathing he was nearing orgasm. I reached back and grabbed his leg with my hand as he picked up momentum. His bent leg joined the kneeling one as he sped up his fucking, and then I felt his body slam into me one last time as he exploded into my ass. "Lay flat," he said. I moved my legs gingerly not wanting to dislodge his wonderful cock from my hole. I felt him cover us with the sleeping bag, and then he let his body rest against mine. His hands stretched out so they were resting on mine. We wrapped our fingers together, and we fell asleep with his cock still buried inside of me. Watch for part 4