Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2005 21:21:30 -0600 From: Xavier Subject: Father-Son Outing Father-Son Outing by Xavier L This is a fictional story containing 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 under Xavier L. Please feel free to email me with comments at xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk. My son Nathan had been waiting until he turned 13 for our 1st father-son outing. We had had other outings before, but this one was for several days and was almost completely centered around activities he wanted to do. Needless to say, he was quite excited! Nathan has dark brown hair and green eyes so intense they seem to leap from his face. He's a good-looking kid and has had the girls chasing him ever since I can remember. From what I've seen in the locker room at the pool, he's pretty well endowed too. He's a bit of an athlete, so he has a very trim body that is developing quite nicely. I often shudder to think how he's going to be once he starts dating. So far he hasn't really been all that interested in the attention he's receiving. I never thought of it as being odd. At least not until our trip. We packed up the car and headed out on our road trip. It took several hours to get to the campsite. We pitched our tents, got the car unloaded and enjoyed a nice campfire and dinner. For some reason food always tasted better on a campout. We both slept very well that night and got up early the next day. He wanted to go fishing and swimming in the lake. We were in a pretty isolated location, so I didn't worry about how much noise he was making. I had fun watching him splashing in the water and readily joined him when he urged me to. We wrestled and horseplayed in the lake. It was fun just being there together. We had a lot of luck during our fishing and also had a good hike. After our fresh fish dinner that night, we had a nice campfire. We sat close together, my arm around his shoulders. We talked about some of his favorite things, like his video games, kids at school, etc. We've always been close, but tonight it just felt even closer. Between the warmth of the fire and the activities of the day, we both got tired pretty quickly. I put out the fire while he got ready in the tent. The nighttime temperature had really dropped, and we were both cold, so we decided to zip our sleeping bags together for better warmth. I was almost completely asleep when I was startled by something touching my boxers. I looked over at Nathan. He was lying very close to me, on his side. I thought maybe he had just shifted in his sleep, so I closed my eyes again and started to drift off to sleep when I again felt something at my boxers. I waited with my eyes closed, my heartbeat gaining speed not knowing what the hell was going on. After a bit I felt Nathan's fingers moving along the fabric until they rested on my dick. He gently traced its outline. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to say anything and scare him. Would that scar him? Was he just being curious? Shit! I wish I knew what to do!! The motions of his fingertips on my cock started to rouse it. Then I felt his fingers at the fly of my underwear and then soon felt his skin on mine. I was rapidly getting hard. I was very uncomfortable with what was happening but intrigued at the same time. What was he doing? I felt his fingers gently stroking up and down my cock. He was thoroughly examining it by touch, inspecting every curve, bump and edge. I hated to admit it, but it felt damn good. Soon his hand left my fly and then slid beneath the waistband. His hand passed over my now throbbing cock and started inspecting my balls, his fingers lightly playing with my pubic hairs on my scrotum. His hand then returned to my cock. I didn't dare move. I didn't want to startle him, nor did I want to seem to be enjoying this too much. I felt him shift his body closer to mine. He then tugged at the waistband of my boxers. I almost held my breath. He couldn't really budge them without, he thought, waking me, so instead he opened the fly again and pulled my rod through the slit. I could feel it standing at complete attention and twitching, wanting more. His hands then helped my balls out of the fabric. He stroked them gently enjoying the feel of their fuzziness, his fingers continuing their stroking up the base of my dick and then up and down the shaft, lightly gliding across the skin. It took everything within me not to move. There was a pause, and I didn't know what he was going to do. I couldn't believe when I felt a warm wetness spread over the tip of my dick and then I could feel my cock being enveloped slowly. I cracked my eyes open barely and could see the back of Nathan's head slowly moving up and down. My son was fucking blowing me! And he was better than his mother! The more he serviced my cock, the more I wanted to just take hold of his head and push him down on it. But, if I interrupted him, would he continue? Or would he freak out? I lay there immobile which was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Slowly but steadily he went up and down my cock until he could bury it in his throat. No small effort since I'm about 8 inches. His occasional gagging sounds actually made it hotter. With my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could see the muscles of his youthful back. I wanted to rub his back while he pleasured me. I wanted to reach out and give him joy as he was giving me. He sent shudders through me as I felt his tongue glide along my scrotum, and he began gently sucking on my nuts. I fought the urge to spread my legs wider so he could take more of me, to rip off my boxers and give him full access. He kept working my dick until the pressure building within me was enormous. I didn't want to shoot inside my son's mouth, but I felt like I had no choice and soon I heard him coughing and sputtering as I filled his mouth with my seed. He amazingly continued swallowing as my dick ejected more and more cum into his throat. I couldn't believe how awesome it felt. When he was finished, he gently tucked all my privates back into my boxers and then rolled over. I lay there breathing hard, my heart still pounding and my mind reeling. How could I have let this happen? What kind of pervert lays there and lets his son blow him? I was feeling confused and shameful. Of course, I didn't get much sleep. I think the thing that bothered me the most was that I had enjoyed it. I found myself wishing I could return the favor, and that he would do it some more. I tossed and turned the rest of the night between my feelings, the intense pleasure I had just received, and the images of my son's head moving up and down over my erect dick. What the hell do I do now? Part 2 coming soon