Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2010 00:45:32 -0500 From: Kryton Ex Subject: Weird but Nice Disclaimer: This story is about father/son love. If you find this offensive, stop reading while you still have disclaimer left. This story is completely fictional and the characters only exist in the realm of my mind. Comments are welcome, flames are not. Weird but Nice I got home around 10. I was overjoyed that I would be climbing into my own bed. When I left out for work that morning I informed my 16 year old son, Matt, that any sleep I'd be getting would be on the couch in my office. We had a huge project that by some miracle of programming got finished hours before expected. When I entered my living room I was surprised to find all the lights off. It was very early for a teenage boy to be asleep. I didn't think much of it though. When I reached my bedroom I saw lights flickering under the door and heard very familiar moans. I knew exactly what I would find when I opened my bedroom door. I flung the door open and there was my son, sitting on my bed, jerking off to one of my pornos. He jumped up, fumbling with the remote, trying to cover himself with my comforter. It took all my strength to keep my face deadpan when I really wanted to laugh at scene in front of me. He was completely panicked. "I...I'm sorry, Dad, I didn't know you'd be home tonight." I looked at him inquisitively, "I just have one question. Why are you doing this in MY room and not your own." He bowed his head and mumbled. "Your movies won't play in my DVD player." That made sense, his DVD player was newer than mine so it had protections that wouldn't let it play certain formats that my older DVD player could. "You have heard of the internet right? It's the hot new place teens get their porn, they no longer need to raid their parent's stash." By my tone he could tell he wasn't in trouble, and now covered up to his bellybutton by my comforter, he could at least make eye contact with me again. He gave me a kind of half smile, "Your stuff is better than anything I can find." Poor thing. Forced to survive off whatever porn he could get for free, while I'm living in the land of milk and costly subscriptions. What a cruel father I have been. "How about I let you pick some stuff out and I'll burn you your own DVD, that works in your player, so you can watch it in your room, on your bed." His eyes lit up like Christmas morning. "Really?" So cute. I pulled my laptop out of my shoulder bag, opened it up and placed in on his lap. He scooted over and I lay on the bed next to him, propped up on a pillow so we could both see the screen. Out of all my DVDs, he had been jerking off to a small Asian girl groaning in pain as she tried to take a white guy's 9 inch cock up her tight ass. I started off by offering him some more videos from that series. He was happy to have those. Then I'd offer him things one extreme or another, seeing which ones he wanted and which ones he vetoed. He liked the stuff with a bunch of guys and one woman, but not the ones with multiple women and one guy. He wasn't into S&M, but he did like creampies. In the end from what he picked I could tell he got off on a little degradation and a little pain, but not too much. The whole process had become an intellectual act for him. With him picking and choosing which things he wanted on his very own porn DVD as if I was asking him if he wanted Cheerios or Frosted Flakes for breakfast. But I, on the other hand, was very much aware that I was laying in bed next to my naked son, sure he was under my comforter and I was on top of it, but still, my cheek pressed against the soft hairs on his arm, I could see newly formed muscles of his chest and stomach just below that last tiny layer of baby fat. I wanted so badly to just reach out and touch his body in a way I never had before. Fortunately, if he ever noticed my raging hard-on I could blame it on the porn and not the warmth of his body. After he had a pretty decent collection started, I cleared my throat and offered the last genre I had left. "So, do you want any of my guy on guy stuff." His nose crinkled and he looked at me in disbelief. "You're into that?" "No, I'm such an avid collector I have just about everything. Yes, I'm into that, do you want to see one of my favorites?" Shrug. "I guess so." I opened up a file of a cute kid, slightly older than my son on a casting couch explaining why he was doing this video. I scrolled past him stripping and jerking off and stopped at the part where the guy filming comes from behind the camera and begins blowing the kid. My eyes locked on my son's face. He stared at the screen like he'd never seen anything like what he was watching, but I couldn't tell if he was enjoying it or not. After a few minutes of watching he said, "Okay, I'll take this one too." So I burned the DVD and handed it to him. He climbed out of my bed, grabbed his underwear off the floor and shuffled out of the room. I took an appreciative look at his ass as he left. I'm pretty sure that was the exact moment I decided that I was going to somehow, someway fuck my son. I lay in bed stroking my cock, picturing him doing the same in the next room. I lasted mere minutes, I was so turned on. I fell asleep to the sound of porn playing softly though our shared wall. The next morning I was almost done cooking breakfast when my son came downstairs in just his boxers, as usual. "Morning Dad." "Morning Matt." It was our normal Saturday routine. Having breakfast together, telling him about work, him telling me about school. But when we were close to finished I could see he wanted to ask me something but was struggling to say it aloud. I patiently waited for him to speak. "Dad, can I ask you a question?" "You just did." He groaned at me, "Well, can I ask you another question after this question." "Sure." "Um...have you ever been with a guy." "Yes." "WHEN!?!" "When I was your age my best friend and I used to fool around. I used to date a guy in college before I met your mom, and after we got divorced I was seeing a man, remember my friend Brad?" "He was your boyfriend?" "For awhile, yes." "I had no idea. Are you gay?" "No, I'm bi." He huffed, "You can just say it like that?" "Well, it's not particularly new to me. You just didn't know." "And why didn't you tell me." "Well, before last night we never really talked about what gets us hard, now have we?" He stared at the floor, blushing. Adorable. "So does that mean you've like had a guy's you know, in your mouth?" "Yes." "And you've done a guy in the ass?" "Yep." I nodded. "And has a guy ever, you know, done you in the ass?" "Fine, fine, fine. You've worn me down. We can fool around. But just a little, nothing serious, like sodomy." His eyes grew wide, "WHAT!?" "Well, that's what this interrogation into my sex life is about right? You want to see if you can get me to fool around with you." "Uh...no...I...uh...was just curious. I didn't...uh...no." He turned his body away from me and faced his breakfast. I reached over and slowly ran my hand up his thigh towards his crotch. His body tensed but he didn't move away. I slipped my hand into his boxers and grabbed his dick. It began to grow in my hand as I gently stroked my son. He swallowed and closed his eyes. "How does that feel?" "Weird." "Just weird?" I asked disappointed, I was hoping he'd let me continue. "Kinda nice, too." "Nice is good." He weakly nodded, his eyes still closed. "Why don't we go over to the couch and I can show you something really nice." He got up and I reluctantly let go of his cock as we made our way to the living room. He stood in front of the couch and waited. I grabbed his boxers at the waist and pulled them down. He stepped out of them, trembling, he was so nervous about what might happen. I kneeled in front of his naked body and just took in how damn sexy he was. His cock was fully hard now, bobbing in front of me begging to be licked. I looked up as my mouth made it's way to his thick rod. He was watching me with the same hopefulness every guy I'd ever gone down on had the first time my mouth was near their cock. I licked the tip and he sucked in a breath. I let my warm mouth close over him and he melted against me. I took his entire length down my throat, until my nose hit his pubes. Then I pulled back and did it again. He leaned on my shoulders as I held his ass and slammed him into my face again and again. "Oh God, Oh Fuck!" he groaned as he got so close to coming that the grabbed the back of my head and took over. And right before he came I did something exceptionally cruel. I pulled off of him. He looked so confused. All he wanted in that moment was to cum down my throat and I had torn my mouth from his cock. And my head from his very firm grip I might add. "Sit on the couch." I said when I was finally able to breathe again. "But..." "Just sit down!" I said pushing him towards the couch. His hard on was red, dripping with my saliva and his precum and pounding for release. He sat there and stared. "Lift your knees up to your chest." "You said you weren't going to fuck me." "Just lift them." He did as I instructed. I crawled up to the couch, his cheeks were spread far apart, his untouched hole just waiting for me. I wet my finger and ran it across his virgin asshole and he shivered. I ran my tongue down his crack and started eating out his ass. His head pushed into the back of the couch and he moaned audibly. "Weird but nice?" I asked. "Oh yeah, real weird and really nice. Keep going." I kept licking him, slowly forcing my tongue inside him. When I had got it in as far as it could go, I replaced my tongue with a finger, then two. Matt was groaning in pleasure, fucking himself on my hand, all sense of embarrassment or reserve completely forgotten. "Son, I lied. I said I wasn't going to fuck you, but I want you so bad." Still lost in the ecstasy I was making him feel, he just nodded his consent. "It's okay, you can do it." I pulled my fingers from him, he pouted. "Be right back." I ran upstairs and grabbed my bottle of lube and came back to the couch. I thoroughly lubed up his ass and my cock before I got into position, his ankles on my shoulders as I lined up my dick with his hole. I leaned forward and the whole head of my cock slipped inside him. "OW! Take it out! It hurts! Take it out." I held still, "Just relax. It hurts cause you are too tense. Give it a minute." "I'm tense because it hurts. Take it out!" "Just wait, one minute okay? If it still hurts I'll stop." He nodded. Tears were forming in his eyes. I know that was supposed to make me feel terrible, but it turned me on even more. The expression on his face was just so cute. I held that uncomfortable position for what seemed like forever. Every inch of my body wanted to slam home into his and fuck him senseless, but I knew if I did that, it would be the last time. He'd never let me have him like this again if I hurt him so callously. After awhile I asked, "Do you think I can push a little more in?" He gave a little nod. I slid in a little more and waited for him to get used to it. This time I could feel his relaxing around my cock much sooner and I was able to get more in. Several centuries later my balls finally rested against his ass. "I'm all the way in, see, was that so hard?" "YES!" I smiled rolling my hips against him but not pulling out. "Does it still hurt?" He shook his head. So I pulled out a little and slid back in, watching his face for pain. There was none, so I pulled out a little more and pushed in again. Still, he seemed okay, so I began fucking his ass, in long slow strokes, until his eyes closed and his hips began to push towards me as I pushed forward into him. I was starting to get close so I pulled out, his eyes shot open, and he looked at me like I was an asshole, this being the third time I'd stopped as he was beginning to enjoy himself. "Come here, lean over the side of the couch." He got up and got into the position I wanted him. His feet on the floor, his body laying across the couch arm. I stood behind him and worked myself back inside him. I grabbed his hips and began fucking him faster and harder, picking up tempo until I was slamming into him with full force. The couch shook beneath us, the sounds of my balls slapping against him filled the room. My son was grunting and groaning, and fucking my cock for all that he was worth. He cried out and his ass started milking my dick, that's how that I knew he was cumming. I started cumming too, deep inside my little boy. I collapsed on top of him. Both of us covered in sweat. I slid out of him with a plop and maneuvered myself back to the couch. Completely relaxed and satisfied. He collapsed next to me and I put my arm around him. Our eyes met, he smiled shyly and looked away. "Are you okay, with what just happened?" "I'm tingling in places I didn't know I had Dad. I'm more than okay." I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. He smiled.