Date: Thu, 26 Mar 2009 22:56:53 -0600 From: Xavier Lancaster Subject: Drunk and Stressed Drunk and Stressed 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 (/nifty/prolific.html#xavierl). If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel free to email me. Email me if you'd like to be notified when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at xavier.stories@gmail.com. It had been a long week, and now that it was Friday night I was going to do some serious drinking. I started as soon as I came home. I had ordered pizza on the way home, so I had enough time to get changed before it arrived. I walked in the house and greeted my 12-year-old son Bryan. I told him we were having pizza as I grabbed a beer and headed to my room. I came out wearing a wife beater and flannel lounging pants. When Bry saw me, he looked confused and asked if I was going to bed early. "Nope, sport. Just getting comfortable. Daddy's going to get drunk tonight," I said with a big grin and a swig of beer. "Can I get comfortable, too?" "You don't have to ask permission. You live here, silly." The doorbell rang, and so I took care of the pizza while he got changed into a tank top and was sporting only his boxers. We ate dinner while I graduated to heavy liquor. We moved to the couch while Bry put on a movie. He snuggled up to me as I continued drinking. "Are you upset?" "Why, bud?" "Is that why you're drinking so much tonight?" he asked. I gave him a squeeze and explained it just had been a rough week, and I needed to get loose and relaxed. "Oh, okay." After a while I got up, used the head, and grabbed more booze and soda for mixers. I plopped down next to me son. He rested his hand on my thigh as I took a deep drink. A while later I was almost fading in and out when I heard Bryan say "Dad, you didn't button your fly." "I don't give a shit," I slurred. "I'll just let it air out," I said laughing in my drunken stupor. I don't know how much longer it was when I vaguely noticed his hand higher up my thigh. I'm talking REALLY high. In fact I think I could feel his finger on the head of my cock. I was too fucked up to think beyond that, but I did, for whatever reason, move my hand to my boy's neck and start playing with the hair. I guess that was what he needed because the next thing I knew his fingers were inside my pants. His fingertips rubbed the shaft of my cock. I spread my legs a bit, and he fished my growing dick out of my fly. I softly moaned as he started stroking my cock. His fingers tried to access my nuts, but it was kind of hard to get to them. Wanting to oblige I reached down and shoved the flannel down to my knees. He pulled them down the rest of the way and helped me get out of them. He gently massaged my balls for a moment, and then I felt his fingers under my shirt. He pushed my shirt up until my chest was exposed. I pulled his head to my chest, and I felt his tongue probing one of my nipples. I stripped my shirt off as he continued gently stroking me and sucking on my nipple. Suddenly I felt his lips at my neck sucking on it softly. Without really understanding why, I reached over and grabbed his tank and stripped it off him. His lips moved to the other side of my neck as he moved onto his knees beside me. Then his mouth moved to my other nipple and began sucking on it. I ran my hand up and down his bare, smooth back. I guided his face up to mine and kissed him on the lips. I felt his tongue slide past my lips, and I opened my mouth in response. As we frenched I moved my hand to his groin. My fingers found the entrance to his boxers, undid the button, and slid in. I began rubbing his cock. He broke our kiss and moved into me so that his chest was at my mouth. I began sucking on his small nipple. "Daddy!" he breathed. I moved to his other nipple as my heads grabbed onto his boxers and shoved them down. I rubbed the perfect mounds of his bare ass before moving back to his dick and rubbing his hairless sac. He moved away, and I forced my eyes open and watched him strip out of his boxers. He smiled at me and returned to the couch naked. I reached up and gently guided his head down toward me. To my surprise, and great pleasure, his head went in a different direction downward. I licked my lips as I felt the momentary caress of his hot breath before it was enshrouded by the moistness of his mouth. "Ohmigawd yes! Suck my dick, Bry!" I began humping his mouth and guiding his head down further onto my meat. After a few moments I released his head and instructed him to suck on my balls. As he did that, I slid my hand down his bare back. I went a little too far and was soon stroking his perfect ass. I could've sworn I heard him say "Yes, Dad!" as my finger slipped into his crack. So this time I moved it deeper into his crack. He moaned and returned my rod to his mouth. I found his hole and began rubbing it with my finger. His sucking picked up speed. That got me curious, and so I moved my middle finger to my mouth and got it nice and slobbery. Then I returned it to his crack and gently pushed until it entered his hole. He shivered and started sucking wildly as I fingered him. Suddenly he stopped sucking and moved off the couch. "Stretch out. I'll be right back." "Where ya goin?" "To get some Vaseline." "What the fuck does he need Vaseline for?" I asked under my breath as I got into position. I absentmindedly stroked my meat until he returned. I watched him put the goop on my cock and stroke me, still clueless as to what he was doing. "I really liked it when you had your mouth on it, son." He smiled and replied "You'll really like this, too." I pulled him up to where my head was. I leaned up and began blowing his wood. After a while he moved away and straddled my hips. He leaned forward and began kissing me. I took hold of his dick and began stroking him as we kissed. He moved away and leaned back. I smiled at him as I felt him grab my cock firmly. He moved backward, returning my smile. I saw him lift up a little. "What ya doin' . . . " my question was cut off as I felt my cock enter the incredibly tight grip of his hole. My hands flew to his hips as he began lowering himself on my dick. "Oh sweet Jesus!" I cried out as I felt his ass swallowing my rod. When I could open my eyes, I watched the mixed look of pleasure and pain on his face. I couldn't contain myself and started pushing up with my hips and then began slowly fucking him. When his butt was finally pressing into me and my cock buried deep inside him, my hands went to my head as he began riding me. I bent my knees and planted my feet into the cushions. He rose and fell on my dick, and as he came down I thrust upward. "Fuck, Bry! Your ass is so awesome! You're so fuckin' hot!" "I love you, Daddy!" "I love you too, Bry! And I love fucking your sweet hole!" I continued: "Ride me baby!" He sped up, and I could feel my orgasm building. "YES baby!" He rode me hard until I exploded. I swear I saw stars flashing in my vision. I finally had to stop him as it felt so good it was almost painful. When my orgasm slowed down, and I could breathe again, I grabbed his dick and stroked it fast. He was moaning. It took only seconds before I felt his hot jizz land on me. I gripped the head as his dick oozed cum. When I released his dick, he got off me. "Where ya goin, baby?" I asked and pulled him back down. He stretched out on top of me, and I held him tight as I passed out. When I awoke, it was still dark, so I figured it was night still. I staggered into my room, took a leak, popped a couple aspirin, and then crawled into my bed and fell fast asleep. When I woke up, I used the bathroom and showered. I slipped on some shorts and walked into the kitchen. Bryan was eating at the table. "Hey sport!" I said cheerily. "Morning, Dad!" he said smiling. I walked over to him and gave him a lingering hug. I wondered for an instant if I had dreamt what happened last night. "Did you have fun last night, Daddy?" I released him, stood up, and tousled his hair. "Oh yes, the most fun I've ever had!" He beamed at me as he stared at my crotch. My dick began growing. I reached up and massaged his earlobe. He smiled and reached up and rubbed my enlarging lump. "See something you like, do you?" I should stop him, I thought, and this time I can't blame being shit-faced drunk either! So what did I do? Naturally I stripped out of my shorts and moved closer so that my cock was rubbing against his lips. His mouth opened and admitted my cock. He pivoted in his chair, gripped both my ass cheeks, and went to fucking town on my hard meat. I humped his face for a few moments before pulling my cock out of his mouth. I sank to my knees, grabbed his boxers and roughly yanked them off. He spread his smooth, creamy thighs, and I buried my head in his crotch, devouring his cock. After blowing him for a while, I stopped and asked "Can I get inside that sweet ass of yours again, baby?" He smiled at me, and said "Of course, Daddy!" "Good boy! I'll be right back," I said. I practically ran to my room and grabbed some lube. He was standing by the couch rubbing his pecker when I returned. I coated my cock with the lube and then had him kneel down and bend over the cushion. He spread his cheeks apart hungry for my dick. I entered him as fast as I could, but I had to hold back when I heard him suck in his breath through gritted teeth. "Sorry, baby!" I said and slowly moved my dick back and forth until he was adjusted. As soon as I possibly could, I began picking up speed and fucking him harder. He moaned with each thrust. "You like Daddy's dick?" I asked facetiously. "YES!" I started fucking him faster. I couldn't believe how tight his hole was! I knew I wouldn't last long, but this hot ass was worth it! I could not control my pace. My dick was in control, and in no time I was ramming him hard. Unfortunately, though, way too soon I could feel my orgasm readying. I spit into my hand and took hold of his cock as I entered my final frenzy. We shot at almost the same time, he shortly after me. His twitching dick made his ass muscles squeeze my cock. When my dick finally stopped and began shrinking, I playfully smacked him on the rump and pulled out. I sat on the couch, and he moved into my lap, his head resting on against me. I lifted his head up by the chin and kissed him passionately. As we rested together, I looked forward to this weekend more than any other I can ever remember.