Date: Mon, 18 Apr 2022 08:20:14 -0700 From: Xavier Lancaster Subject: Traveling with Drunk Dad Traveling with Drunk Dad by Xavier L This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his young teenage 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://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/XavierL/ . 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 Dad and I were getting ready to go on another road trip. I've always enjoyed our trips. He's a lot of fun to hang out with, and I get to have more time with him one on one. As I've gotten older, that's been even more valuable for me. Yeah, he's my dad, but, well, I'm also really into him. Yes, in that way. I think he's hot. He has a deep voice, and he's muscular but not overdone. I like his big chest, arms, and shoulders especially. Often when we cuddle on the couch or wrestle I'm having to hide a boner. I know that's kind of normal when you're 13, but I don't think most boys get off thinking about their dad. I know he sleeps in the nude, so whenever Mom isn't in bed with him I like to cuddle up to him. Often I'll sneak under the sheets so he doesn't wake up. I like going under them so I can admire his naked body more. I so badly want to feel his cock and big balls. One morning I caught him pretty early, and he had a morning rocket. Fuck, I wanted to go down on him so badly! He's never been shy around me, though. I'll often sit in the bathroom and talk to him while he's shaving after his shower. He doesn't bother with a towel. We used to often shower or bathe together, and I really miss those times. One of the things I love about our trips he likes to drink a lot when Mom isn't around. When he's tipsy, we talk about really interesting things. I'll ask him about times he's been with other girls. He rubs his crotch a lot when he gives me tips about having sex. He's definitely popped wood while telling me about blowjobs chicks have given him. And on one trip, he thought I was asleep while he jacked off, but I got to watch the whole thing. It was a warmer day, so he had the sheets off while he did it which was even better. I really haven't been able to stop thinking about having sex with him ever since that night. So I decided this trip would be the time. I've even been using things in my butt to try to get it ready for his dick. I wasn't going to, but the first time I got curious and tried to put something in there, I had to go really slow. Even if he's drunk, if I have to stop him he may not let me continue. He didn't drink that much the first night which was a bummer because I was so fucking ready. But on the second night, he got good and lit. While he was drinking, I went into the bathroom and lubed my hole up good. When he quit, he was still too sober for me to try anything, so I encouraged him to take a couple of more drinks. "You're a good kid," he said as I handed him another. He was having a hard time getting out of his clothes, so naturally I offered to help. Can you see my evil grin? When I got him down to his boxers, he told me that was good enough. "Don't be silly. I know you don't like to sleep with clothes on." He just shrugged as I took hold of his boxers and pulled them off. I got onto the bed and cuddled with him and asked him questions so he started telling me dirty stories. With him chatting away, I was able to just sit and stare at his beautiful dick. I loved the thick bush of brown hair he had for pubes. I asked him a couple of specific things so he would describe a blowjob. Sure enough as he started telling me about this one chick in high school, his dick started to get hard. "Drinking makes you horny, huh?" I said. He chuckled. "Yeah, too bad you aren't a woman. I mean your mom." I asked him about that girl's pussy, and he started going into details again. As he started getting stiffer, I decided to go for it before I chickened out. I sat up and readjusted my position while he was talking. I took a few deep breaths. I quickly grabbed his dick to lift it up. I saw him look at me as I moved swiftly. When I took him into my mouth, I took as much of him as I could. He only had a semi so far, so I could do more. "What . . .?" he got out before I went down on him. I moved my head up and down his growing meat. I figured I could slow down once he was fully hard. I didn't think he'd stop me at that point. He lifted his upper body up on his forearms while he stared at me in surprise. "Blaine . . . " he started, but I started flicking my tongue against his piss slit before sliding my tongue around the tip, and his head went backward. He was rock hard now, and I deep throated him as best I could. He dropped back onto the bed. I saw his hands on his face, and I slowed down my sucking. Every so often I would focus on the tip before slowly taking more of his shaft. It didn't take long before he had a hand on my head. I took that as a reassuring sign and moved to his balls. He spread his legs farther apart as I sucked on them. "Fuck, son!" I slid my tongue up a thick vein on his hard cock and returned to blowing him. As soon as he was relaxed enough, I was ready to go for the next thing I wanted. When I stopped sucking on him so I could pull off my shorts, he looked at me confused. "Don't worry. I'm going to finish you off," I said. He stroked his dick a couple of times while I got repositioned. I bent down and sucked him a few times before moving so that I was straddling him. He looked at my hard dick and said, "I'm sorry, Blaine, but I don't suck dick." "I wasn't expecting you to." I took hold of his cock, took a breath, and began moving down. "Wait, Blaine! FUCK!" As soon as I felt him enter me, I was in instant heaven. He was thicker than I had expected, but I wasn't going to stop sitting on his meat until I was sure he wouldn't interfere. "Fuck man!" he said as I buried his cock inside me more. He gripped my thighs as I continued lowering myself. Soon as I was sitting down all the way. I looked down and saw the look of ecstasy on his face. I began raising and lowering myself, and it felt so damn good. "Take that cock, son! Fuck!" I rode him a few times before leaning backward. I rested my hands behind me on his legs and enjoyed feeling him being deep inside me. He was moving his hips as much as he could. He grabbed my sides, and I leaned up more so I could go back to riding him. I wanted to make this last longer, but I figured he'd be shooting soon. I moved my hands to his chest, and he started pumping harder. I felt his rough hands moving up and down my bare skin, and it thrilled me. A few moments later his body went rigid, and I could feel his dick twitching inside me. I lay flat against his hot skin as his hands rubbed my ass. I really wanted to kiss him with my tongue, but I didn't think he was drunk enough for that. He broke the tension, though: "I need to pee." When he got back into bed, he looked what my mom would call "sheepish." He pulled the sheets and blanket over himself. He smiled at me and tousled my hair before saying "Love ya, kiddo" and turning onto his side away from me. I was still hard so I had to jack off before I could go to sleep. In the morning, he was still sleeping it off when I woke up. After I came back from the bathroom, he was on his back, and he had a nice tent from morning wood. I carefully slid back into bed and moved beneath the sheets. I wanted to tease his dick with my tongue, but I wasn't sure how he'd respond without being so lit. So I just went down on him and started sucking. After a few up-and-down movements, I felt his hand on the back of my head. I deep throated him as best I could. "So that wasn't a dream," he said. I continued going up and down his stiff meat even though I wanted to slow down. I was nervous he would stop me if I took my mouth off. Soon, though, I knew I didn't have to worry because he was holding my head down while using his hips to pump his cock into my throat. This was making me gag, but I just focused on relaxing. Finally I found a rhythm of holding my breath while he was plunging it deep and breathing once it was going back down. When he relaxed his grip and stopped humping, I moved my mouth to his balls so I could catch my breath. I had to wipe tears off my cheek from the gagging. I knew he wasn't going to stop me now, so this time I slowly slid my tongue up his thick shaft. I slid my tongue around the tip a few times before I took him back into my mouth. I felt his fingers in my hair as I continued blowing him slowly. "Goddamn!" he said when I took him deeper. I slowly moved up and down his rod. I really wanted to make this last as long as possible. I wanted to be able to do this again later and figured it better be memorable to make that happen. Sometimes I would pick up speed for a bit, then slow down. After a bit when I slowed down, he pushed my head back down and said: "I need to nut." I picked up speed, and he started moving his hips again. Soon he slid his feet so his knees were bent, and he started throat fucking me harder. "Take that fucking cock!" he said through gritted teeth. His hand gripped my head harder, and I hungrily swallowed his meat. "YES!" he said as he started going faster. Once again I had to force myself to relax and just respond to his eagerness. I could tell he was getting close, and I was excited to get to swallow my dad's load. Give it to me! I thought as he pumped vigorously into my mouth. He shoved my head down even further while pumping upward. I held my breath as he buried his cock deep in my throat, his butt lifting off the mattress. When his dick was twitching, I reflexively began swallowing. "FUCK!" he yelled as his cum shot down my throat. When I felt his fist release my hair, and he lowered back down so he was lying flat on the bed, I slowly moved my mouth up his shaft so I could breathe more easily. I kept him in my mouth, though, because I wanted to taste his jizz. I slowly worked his meat, and his cock would twitch every so often. I savored his saltiness. I could feel his hot hand on my back, and I decided to rub my hand over his belly and chest. Finally I turned my head so I could look at his face. "I gotta say it's a bit weird seeing my dick in your mouth." He smiled at me and used his fingers to move some of my hair off my forehead. It was started to get soft, so I moved to his balls. I kept staring into his green eyes while I sucked on his hairy sac. He stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers before starting to move. I could tell he was getting up so moved out of the way. I jerked off while he took a piss in the bathroom. When he came out, I felt a bit nervous. When he saw me sitting on the edge of the bed, he smiled at me. I felt like my mouth was dry when he walked toward me. Once again he tousled my hair while standing very close to me. I kept my eyes on him while I leaned forward and gave his soft dick a kiss. He bent down on and kissed me lightly on my forehead. "Time for us to get up and go, buddy." We got dressed, checked out of the hotel, and headed for breakfast. Once we hit the long stretch of the drive, it felt a bit weird. Was he more quiet than usual? Was there tension? Should I bring up what happened? Should I tell him I was hoping for more? Fuck! After checking in at the next hotel, we went for dinner. I started to feel a bit more relaxed even though there was also more of that weird tension. When we got back to the room, things got even more tense. Finally, he said: "I guess we should talk." "Talk about what?" "Come on, Blaine. You know damn well what I'm talking about." "Am I in trouble?" He was quiet for a bit, and I couldn't look at him. "Well, I guess that depends on how you look at it." "What do you mean?" I asked. "You've opened the door on something, and, well, I'm not sure I can close it." "I'm sorry," I said reflexively. He got up and stood in front of me. "Oh, I'm not." I looked up at him, and he rubbed a thumb against my lips. "Why don't you help me out of my clothes?" I stood up as well. I tentatively took hold of the bottom of his shirt just to make sure. When his green eyes burned into mine, I slowly slid it up and off him. I rubbed his muscular chest. "Free my cock, Blaine." I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them and his boxers down until they could just fall to the ground. As I took hold of his hard meat, he grabbed my shirt and slowly pulled it off me. As he undid my sweats, he said: "I need that ass again." After sliding my boxers down, I felt him grip my butt cheeks. He massaged them for a bit while we stared into each other's eyes. His hands soon moved to my shoulders, and he gently pivoted my body. He guided my shoulders downward so that my torso was on the mattress, my feet still on the floor. He rubbed my hole a few times before I felt him moving near me. I could feel his hard-on sliding between my cheeks. I smiled as he entered me. It was just something exciting that he was doing this so willingly and taking some of the control. He pushed it in slowly until I could feel his body touching mine. "Damn your hole feels so fucking good," he said as he started moving it back and forth. Soon I felt his fingers grip my hips more firmly, and he started moving more quickly. My hands gripped the bedding beneath me as he began picking up speed. When he started ramming it in harder, I moaned. "Yes! Take that fucking cock, Blaine!" His hands slid up my back until he was at my shoulders. He took hold of them firmly. I felt him slowly pulling his meat backward. It slipped out of my hole. He put the tip back in and shoved it all the way in. I moaned loudly to deal with the mix of pain and pleasure, and he pulled it back most of the way and did it again. "How does that dick feel filling up your hole?" "So good, Dad! I want it!" He shoved it in again making me moan loudly. He began moving faster until I could hear our bodies slapping together. After doing this several times, he changed the pace quite a bit. He slowly pulled his dick backward before feeding it back to my hole. He did this for a bit before ramming it back in. After pounding my ass hard, he lay against my back with his meat buried deep inside me. "Yeah you're gonna need my cock a lot." "All the time!" I sputtered as he rammed it back into me again. He was picking up speed again, and I couldn't help but practically yell out: "Fuck me, Dad!" He was standing up again and was driving his meat into me deep and hard. I took a mouthful of the bedspread to keep from getting too loud. I could feel pressure building in my dick, and soon I came. I was glad I had stuff in my mouth because I would've been so loud. He didn't stop plowing me hole, though. And a few moments later I felt his fingers dig into my hips as he froze. I could feel his dick unloading in my ass. His body pressed against mine as he lay on top of me again. This time I could feel his lips on my cheek. I turned my head, and he kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth a little bit. "I'm not quite ready for that yet," he said and kissed my cheek again before pulling out of me. We got ready for bed. Once we were under the sheets, I cuddled up against him. "So, how long you been wanting my dick?" he asked. "I . . . I dunno." "Come on, Blaine. You can tell me." I was feeling embarrassed. "I really don't know. For a while." "Well, I'm glad you finally went for it." The next day we hit the road again. Things felt less tense which made me happy. After we got done using a rest stop, I noticed Dad shoved his sweats and boxers down before he started the car and began driving. I noticed his dick was growing as we merged onto the freeway. "I used to want your mom to blow me while I was driving, but I could never talk her into it." I didn't even hesitate. I leaned over and went down on him. "You're such a good fucking boy." I took my time and slowly moved my head up and down. I enjoyed feeling his hard shaft with my tongue and lips. "Your mouth feels so damn good." His hand rested on the back of my neck, and something about his touch just made me heat up. I loved giving him pleasure. I wanted to suck on his balls, too, but I couldn't get to them too easily while he was driving. "Fuck I love how much you love my cock!" he said as I kept slowly working his meat. Soon his hand was on the back of my head, and he was guiding me faster. "I'm loving the slow blow, but I'm having a hard time concentrating." I went ahead and sped up. I tried to take more of him into my throat, but it was awkward with the steering wheel. After a bit, he gripped my head harder and said "Make me cum." I moved faster. "Yes!" A few moments later I was swallowing his load. When I finally released his meat and sat back up, he told me what an amazing son I am which made me smile. The next morning after eating breakfast, when he got up from his chair I noticed his hard-on. He reached down and took me by the hand. I stood up and followed him to the bed. "I can't stop thinking about that slow blowjob you gave me yesterday. I want to do it again now that I can really enjoy it." I moved between his legs and began by sucking on his hairy ball sac. "This time don't swallow right away. Try to keep it all in your mouth so I can see my cum." I was more than happy to do whatever he wanted.