Date: Mon, 08 Jan 2007 21:20:49 -0700 From: Xavier Subject: After the Big Game After the Big Game 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 (toward the bottom of the list). If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel free to email me as well. 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. I took my 11-year-old son, Leo, to one of the biggest football games of the season. We are big fans and this year had finally splurged on season tickets. Wanting to be in full support of our team, we had applied body paint to ourselves from the waist up. Our team won, and I had to smile when Leo announced it was because of the paint. We got home, and while both of us were exhausted, there was no way we could go to bed with all this paint on. I didn't have to get up early tomorrow, so I decided to let Leo shower first. Meanwhile I worked on getting the goop off my face and hands. As I fought with the green and yellow substance, I vowed to find a better brand for the next game. This shit was awful! "Dad! I can't get the paint off!" he cried from the shower. "Turn off the shower. I have some stuff in the garage that should work. I'll be right back," I shouted back to him. I went to the garage and grabbed some oil cleaner I used when working on cars. It wasn't abrasive, so I figured it should be fine for this stuff. I returned to the bathroom to find my son standing in the tub still naked. I had to stifle a laugh at the sight of my multicolored son. From the waist up he was green and yellow and everything below that was starkly white. As I knelt down outside the tub, he stepped closer to the edge. Rubbing the cream on his slick, wet body took me back in time several years ago when I used to bathe him. His mother had died when he was very young. Well, was killed in an accident. I had raised him as a single dad for all these years. We were very close. I had him start wiping the cleaner on his face and neck while I worked on his chest. He was slim but not too thin. His skin under the paint was quite smooth and silky. As my hands worked his torso, I couldn't help but check out his crotch. I mean his dick was flapping around in front of my face with all the movement we were both making. I noticed sparse hairs, but mostly he was smooth on his balls and above his dick. I had no idea why, but I felt a . . . tingling in my body while watching his flaccid cock bounce around. It seemed to stir something in me. I had him rinse off so we could see how well we had progressed. It took a few more times before he was cleaned. I handed him a towel and grabbed another one to help him dry off. I rubbed the forest green terry cloth on his ass first, feeling his small buns, and then ran them down his legs. Soon I found myself drying his crotch off. I was paying, perhaps, a little too much attention to his privates and noticed his dick was beginning to stiffen. I looked up into his green eyes and saw a peculiar look. He wasn't sure what to do or say as his dick began growing. I shrugged and smiled reassuringly and turned my attention back to his cock. I slowly rubbed it with the towel and carefully dried off his sac as well. Finally I set the towel down. His cock was fully erect and pointing directly at my face. Once again I looked into his eyes and saw that uncertain expression. Returning my gaze to his hard dick, I swallowed and then reached out and grabbed it. A shudder passed through me as my fingers wrapped around my boy's hardened flesh. I began slowly stroking him. I wanted to look up and see if he was enjoying this, but I was afraid of what I'd see in his eyes, so I focused all my attention on his dick. With my free hand I reached up and slowly massaged his balls as well. I heard what I was sure was a soft moan, and that was enough to keep me going. Not knowing what was motivating me, I soon felt drawn to have his dick in my mouth. I wanted to taste his clean flesh and feel his hardness against my tongue. And so I released his dick and nuts, placed my hands on his bare ass and swallowed his meat. His knees almost buckled as his dick entered my hot mouth. I made a few passes up and down his cock before briefly sucking on his balls lightly. I blew him more passionately now, my hands gripping his nude ass cheeks and pulling him into me. I kneaded his ass as I worked his cock. I hungrily breathed in the scent of his clean skin. Then I started moving his pelvis back and forth as I devoured his cock. It wasn't long before he was humping my face on his own. This unleashed a greed I didn't know existed, and I sucked his cock more furiously. His hands rested on my head for balance as he pumped his dick in and out of my mouth. I felt his body shiver and then felt liquid gushing into my mouth. The slight saltiness revealed to me my son was cumming. I relaxed my grip on his ass but continued to suck his cock, desperately milking it of its precious load. When at last his dick gave up no more fluid, I released him. I stood up and finally looked at him. He looked a little unsure until he saw my smile, and then his lips formed a smile too, and his eyes twinkled. I bent down and picked up his naked body and carried him to his room. There I gently placed him on his bed and pulled the sheet and blanket over his lean body. I bent down and kissed him gently on the lips. "I love you." "Love you too, Daddy." I began to walk out of the room when I heard "And thanks!" "Thanks? Oh, for the game." A pregnant pause ensued before he said "Well, that too." In the darkness I grinned broadly before answering "My pleasure. For all of it." I returned to the bathroom, stripped, grabbed the cleaner and rid myself of the paint as well. Images returned to my mind of what had occurred in this very room just a few moments before, and my cock once again stirred. I wasted no time in stroking my dick as I focused on how good it felt to have Leo inside my mouth, how his seed had tasted. The guilt would hit me later, I was sure, but for now it was a hot memory. And I longed already to have him inside my mouth again. I shot the biggest load I could ever remember. After my shower I climbed into bed which now felt even lonelier and fell fast asleep. The next morning I woke up and got dressed. As I passed Leo's room, I stopped and opened the door. He was sleeping so peacefully. I crept in and knelt down at the side of his bed and watched his breathing for a while. But then I saw his naked body in my mind's eye again. I reached under the blanket and felt his smooth skin. He stirred at my touch, but I moved my hand along his hip and over his thigh until I found his crotch. He had morning wood! I began massaging his balls, and he awoke slowly. "Daddy?" "Yes sweetie. Shhhhh." I leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek. As my hand moved to his dick, my lips moved down the side of his face and to his neck. I began softly kissing on his neck. He squirmed as I sucked on the soft skin there. I moved the blanket from his torso and began sucking on the nipple closest to me which made him shiver. I then removed the remaining covers so that his dick could be clearly seen. Walking on my knees, I moved parallel to his groin and immediately took his dick into my mouth again. I ran my hands down his thighs as I savored the velvety shaft of his cock against my tongue. Apparently remembering last night's episode, he required no cue before he was slowly fucking my mouth. I once again returned my lips to his hairless ball sac. He kicked the covers off his feet and spread his legs wide apart as I sucked on the smooth skin. I felt my lust take over, and I swallowed his rod and began sucking him more earnestly. I grabbed his hand and moved it to my head, pushing his hand down against my brown hair until he understood and started bobbing my head up and down on his dick as his hips thrust upward burying his dick in my moist mouth. Soon after that his salty fluid was sliding along my tongue and throat. When I was done swallowing my son's juice, I kissed him and said good morning. "What would you like for breakfast?" "Ummmm. French toast!" "French toast it is!" I replied, kissing him again and walking into the kitchen, my cock trying to force its way out of my boxers. We had breakfast and then did various things during the day. I would have him again later that afternoon. We were wrestling, and I had pinned him down. I was between his legs, my crotch pressed against his. I had his hands pinned down by his head. There was a . . . moment when I found myself bending down and kissing him firmly on the lips. The next thing I knew my tongue had pushed past both of our lips, and I was deeply kissing my son. I released his hands and moved them to his shorts. I pulled them down quickly. I had to stop kissing Leo so I could remove them entirely. That left him in his cotton briefs, a lump rapidly forming. I leaned against him again, and our stiff dicks pressed into each other through our clothing. I pushed my shorts down as well so I could feel his cock better against mine. I sucked on his neck lightly as I rubbed my dick against his through our underwear. I desperately wanted to lower our underwear, but, as crazy as it sounds, I thought that would be "going too far." I know. I know. As we dry humped, I felt him pushing his groin against mine. I lifted my head up and stared into his eyes. I saw a deep love there that made me crave him more. I sat up and pulled his shirt off of him. I lowered my head to his nipples and suck on them lightly before sitting up once again and rapidly peeling his briefs off so that he lay naked on the carpeted floor. I quickly yanked my shirt off and went back to kissing his small pink nipples. Then I slowly kissed down his tummy until his hard dick was twitching against my face. I took his cock into my mouth and got it good and wet before releasing it. I shoved my boxers down and then leaned back down so our dicks made contact. We rubbed against each other as we squirmed wildly on the floor. When I put my lips to his neck again, I heard him breathe "Oh Daddy!" I moved my lips to his and then thrust my tongue into his mouth passionately. He was grinding his hips into me which unleashed my lust even more. I picked up the pace of my humping, and then I felt him shudder. A second later I could feel something warm against my bare skin and knew he had come. I reached down, rubbed my finger in his jizz and used it to coat my cock as I continued rubbing our dicks together. I licked the remaining fluid off my finger and then stuck my tongue in his mouth, still tasting his saltiness as we kissed. He shivered as I continued stimulating his dick. His legs wrapped around me. I fucked faster for a few more moments before emptying my load on his belly. As my orgasm waned, I grabbed him against me and rolled onto my back so he lay on top of me. We kissed again, and I let my hands softly rub the silken skin of his back. My hands eventually went to his ass and rested there as he nuzzled into my neck. We lay together naked for a while. Finally the awkwardness set in again, and I told him to get dressed while I did the same. The rest of the day I noticed there was a stronger bond between us. He cuddled against me when we sat next to each other. There was a strange sense of intimacy. That night it was hard to say goodnight and tuck him into his bed while I went to my own. But apparently I wasn't the only one who felt that way. About a half an hour later, there was a knock at my door, and Leo came into my room. "Daddy, can I sleep with you?" "Sure, bud." He climbed into bed with me and snuggled up close, his knee draped over my crotch. His fingers absentmindedly played with my chest hairs for a few moments before I felt his knee rubbing back and forth over my boxers. Soon his fingers were gently rubbing one of my nipples forcing me to suck my breath in through my teeth. The knee continued massaging my cock which was growing in response. Then I felt his hot mouth close around the nipple. My hand which lay against the sheet grabbed at it furiously. One of his hands began drifting down my abs until it disappeared beneath my waistband. He shifted position so he could reach my cock which was now fully hard. As his fingers rubbed the head of my rod, I reached down and shoved my boxers down. As more groin was exposed, I felt his fingers search out my balls. He played with the hairs on my balls. I felt his lips beginning to move down my chest, and earnestly I wriggled my legs until I could get one of them out of my boxers. I spread my legs wide, my cock throbbing and twitching in anticipation as his lips neared by belly button. Silently I prayed he wasn't going to stop kissing me. "Oh yes Leo! Yes, son!" I said softly as his lips passed over my navel. I could feel his breath against my pubes. My nails dug into the sheets as his tongue brushed over the head of my dick. "Yes, baby, please!" I begged aloud right before his breath caressed the tip of my cock just a moment before his lips spread over it. As my cock was enveloped by his hot, wet mouth, I thought I might pass out. My hand shot to his underwear but, instead, found bare skin. I ran my hand over his hip and felt nothing but his soft flesh. He had come to my bed naked! I rubbed his bare ass as he began sucking on my cock. Shortly after he started, I felt his mouth release my cock and his head shift to between my legs. I spread them wider and felt him sucking on my balls. My hand on his ass slipped into his crack while my other hand grabbed the back of his head. My hips lifted off of the bed to shove my balls against him as he sucked on them. My hand in his crack slipped further, and my finger rubbed against his hole. When it did, I felt a shiver in his small body and heard a soft moan. I left my finger there as his mouth returned to my cock. He was almost pressing against my finger, so I started to push it against the entrance to his ass. I heard another moan, so I began pushing harder. Finally I put my finger to my mouth and coated it with my saliva. I returned it to his hole and gently pushed. This time the tip of my finger entered his ass. The hole clamped down on my finger, and I heard him moan again. At the same time he began sucking faster. I gently nudged his head down so he took more of my meat into his hot mouth. Curious, I went ahead and pushed my finger further. Again he shivered and moaned. I pushed it in more and then started, well, finger fucking him I guess you'd say. He became like a wild beast and sucked me furiously. I stopped finger fucking him, shoved it in deeper, and then began pumping my hips up and down. I managed to get him to swallow more of my cock before I returned to fingering his virgin hole. I was really close now, and I fingered him faster as he swallowed more of my cock. I rammed my finger in further, and I could feel his cock twitching from the inside. It was the weirdest thing I had ever felt. My groin was calling my attention as pressure grew. I focused on the amazing sensation of my son blowing me, but only for a few seconds as I quickly was blasting my load down his throat. He coughed and sputtered, and I could feel my jizz running down the shaft of my cock. He was making a valiant attempt to swallow his daddy's load, but the volume proved to be way too much for him. He didn't quit trying, though. When he had finally milked my cock, I withdrew my finger and reached for his cock. It had softened and was sticky at the tip, so I realized the twitching I felt earlier was his orgasm. I released him and told him to come back up. He snuggled against me, our nude bodies pressed into each other. I soaked up the feel of his warmth. "You did wonderful son, just wonderful!" He nuzzled against me more as I pulled the covers back up. Sleep quickly overtook me as I had begun pondering our new relationship. There will be another chapter.