Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2005 23:02:59 -0600
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Father-Son Outing #2

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.


Father-Son Outing, Part 2
by Xavier L


Morning came way too early.  Still, I awoke before Nathan.  I lay there
just watching him sleep.  He had such a cherubic expression.  I watched his
tight stomach muscles rise and fall with his breathing.  I reached out and
gently brushed away some of the hair from his face.  I had to override the
temptation to explore more of his body.  I found myself much more curious
after last night's exploit.  I reluctantly got up from our joined sleeping
bags and left the tent to start a fire for breakfast.

The smell of eggs and bacon brought Nathan out of the tent.  I noticed he
was sporting morning wood.  I had this weird urge to go over, tug down his
sweats and boxers and take him into my mouth.  "Good morning sleepy head,"
I greeted my son.

"Mornin'," he replied, stifling a yawn.  He walked past me gently bumping
into me in a way of greeting as he stumbled toward the trees to relieve
himself.  When he returned, I asked: "So how'd you sleep?"

He sat down on a log and shrugged, "Good I guess.  How about you?"

Was it my imagination, or was that question a little tentative?  "Best
night's sleep in a long time," I lied.  He seemed a bit surprised and then
had a little smile.  We ate our breakfast and then decided to go for a
hike.  During our hike the day got warm, and so we soon stripped off our
shirts.  For a while he led.  I enjoyed the view of his small, firm ass and
his athletic back.  When we stopped for a break and water, I snatched
glances at his developing chest.  I had always thought my son was handsome.
I think every father believes that about his children, but I found myself
finding him, well, hot.  There was now some sort of heat between us that
didn't exist before. I wonder if he was aware of it.

When we got back to our campsite, I suggested we go swimming in the lake to
cool off.  He said OK and then headed for the tent.  "Where you going?"

"To get my trunks."

"Don't bother.  We're by ourselves out here," I said, stripping off my
shorts and underwear.  I saw him eyeing my dangling meat.  "Well, don't
dawdle, come on!" I said as I headed to the lake.  After I was halfway in,
I saw him entering the water.  I was able to sneak a brief glance at his
naked body.  I could feel my groin responding, and so I quickly changed my
thoughts.  Nathan came over to me, and we started wrestling in the water.
I was so tempted to "accidentally" grab his crotch, but I held back.

When we were done swimming, we laid out on towels in the sun letting its
warm rays dry our bodies.  Every so often I would peek out of the corner of
my eye and watch him.  When I sat up to supposedly stretch, I made sure to
catch an eyeful.  He had a thin patch of dark pubes that were in stark
contrast with his very pale skin.  Nestled in the middle was a nice piece
of meat.  He had bigger-than-average balls as well.  I wanted to feel them,
to taste them.  I could feel things stirring again, so I got up and got
dressed.

We did some more fishing and then enjoyed a nice dinner as we admired the
orange sherbert sunset.  We sat around the fire telling jokes and stories,
simply enjoying each other's company.  I was feeling somewhat exhausted but
also anxious, so I went to bed early.  He joined me.  As I was getting into
the sleeping bag, I got an idea.  "When I was in Boy Scouts at your age,
they told us it's even warmer in your bag if you sleep nude, so I hope you
don't mind. . . " I said as he watched me peel off my boxers and then slide
into our shared bag.

He didn't say anything, but I could tell by the look on his face he was
nervous.  I noticed he left his underwear on as he slipped into the bag.
"Good night, Dad."

"Good night, son.  Pleasant dreams," I replied.

I forced myself to breathe lighter so he would think I was asleep.  I was
hoping he would be in the mood to . . . explore some more tonight.  It was
difficult to keep from getting hard as I thought of those lips surrounding
the flesh of my cock again.  I heard him stir, and my pulse quickened.  He
was inching toward me.  I thought of anything I could to keep from getting
an erection before he put his hand on me.  "Dad?" he whispered.  I stayed
silent.  Shortly my silence was rewarded.  I felt his hand brush up my
thigh in search of his treasure.

When he found it, he wasted no time in wrapping his hand around it and
slowly gliding up and down.  I took a little risk and spread my legs a bit.
He stopped for a few seconds but then went back to my hand job.  I felt his
fingers slide down the base of my cock and then onto my balls.  He fondled
my balls, examining closely by his touch.  I desperately wanted to push his
head down onto my cock.  As if hearing my thoughts, I felt the heat of his
exhaled breath against my groin and then the sweet feeling of my dick
entering his mouth.

It took him less time to be able to deep throat me.  He became hungry and
started earnestly blowing me, his mouth sliding up and down the shaft and
head of my cock.  It felt better than even last night, although there was
still that element of torture as I couldn't really get into it as much as I
wanted to.  His sucking made it seem there was some urgency to taste my
juice.  He massaged my balls as he increased his efforts on my dick.  I
could feel my cock getting harder and knew I wasn't far away from blowing
another load down his throat.  I wanted to fuck his mouth, but I was afraid
to.

He adjusted his position so he could deep throat me more regularly, and now
every thrust downward buried my dick into his throat.  I resisted the
temptation to reach over and grab his cock while he finished me off.  Not
long after that I felt my balls tighten up against me more and then I
unleashed my load into Nathan's throat.  He coughed but continued to suck
me, swallowing my cum and sending shudders throughout my body.

When he was done, he lay back down and turned on his side.  I desperately
wanted him, so I pretended to shift in my sleep and lay on my side against
him now, my arm over his chest.  I felt his body stiffen a bit, I guess in
surprise, and then relax.  I could feel the cotton of his boxers against my
bare, limp dick.  I let my hand slowly slide down his chest, down his
smooth skin to his abs.  I could feel him stiffen again, but I allowed my
hand to continue down until it was gliding over his erection through his
underwear.  I rubbed his erection, listening to his breathing change as I
elicited new feelings in him.

I began to kiss his neck and then nibble on his ear a little.  I whispered
into his ear: "Nathan, take them off."  I grabbed his cock at the same time
and gave it a firm squeeze.  He didn't move.  "It's OK son.  Take them
off."  He hesitated a brief moment more, and then I could his hands at his
side as he slowly pushed his boxers down over his hips and thighs.  I
helped him push them off further down his legs, and he kicked them off his
feet.  "Good," I said, continuing to kiss his neck as my hand began to
glide up and down his hard shaft.  I explored his cock and balls lovingly,
taking small breaks by running my hand up and down his smooth body.  "Roll
onto your back."

Nathan rolled onto his back as I scooted out of the way.  I began kissing
his lips, the same lips that moments ago had been wrapped around my cock.
I invaded his mouth with my tongue slowly and gently, allowing him to
respond as he was comfortable.  I then kissed my way down his body until at
last my lips were touching the base of his cock.  I kissed around the base,
kissing his nuts softly as well, before gliding my tongue upward on his
shaft until it met with the head of his dick.  I traced the edges of the
head with my tongue and smiled with satisfaction as I heard Nathan suck in
breath as my tongue pressed against the spot beneath the slit.

I then engulfed his cock with my lips and went down on my boy's dick.  It
tasted smooth and a little salty.  I took my mouth off his rod and then
sucked briefly on his balls, rolling them around with my tongue.  Nathan
responded by spreading his legs apart more.  I worked on his balls for a
while before taking his cock into my mouth again.  My mouth went up and
down his rod savoring the flavor of his precum and his skin, the smoothness
against my tongue.  I could tell by his movements and breathing I was
driving him wild.  I began to suck him faster, swallowing his rod.  I put
my hands beneath his pelvis and squeezed his ass cheeks as I blew him.  He
began to pump in and out of my mouth, and so I encouraged him by picking up
speed.

Soon he was fucking my mouth wildly, his pelvis crashing into my mouth as I
took all of him into me over and over.  Then I was rewarded when his body
went rigid and my mouth was flooded with his young semen.  It was a little
salty but also a little sweet.  I swallowed his load as he had mine.  When
I had milked him dry, I lay back down next to him, leaned over and kissed
him again and said "I love you son."

He rolled onto his side, put his arms around my neck and pulled me into him
as he replied: "I love you more!"  We kissed some more. I lay on my back,
and he rested his head on my hairy chest, his fingers playing with my
hairs.  We fell asleep like that.  I can't remember ever sleeping so
soundly.

Part 3 to come