Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2006 11:19:06 -0700
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: The Importance of Discipline

The Importance of Discipline
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.

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As Steven climbed into the car, I slammed my door shut.

"I can't believe you Steven!  What the hell were you thinking?" I asked yet
again.  I was not happy at being called away from work to pick up my
12-year-old after his latest antic got him suspended from school.  "Are you
5?!"

He knew better than to answer my questions, and so he wisely remained
silent.

We drove him in silence.  I was so angry, I could feel my ears were even
hot.  When we got home, I sent him to his room.  I pondered what to do.
SOMETHING had to make this stop!  I decided whether or not he was 12, it
was spanking time.  I entered his room.  He lay on his bed reading.

"Get up!" I ordered.

He practically leapt out of his bed.  I sat down.  "Time and time again you
have shown me you want to be treated like a little kid.  So, fine.  You get
your wish.  Pull your pants down and lay over my legs."

"Dad, I'm 12!"

"Yeah, I KNOW!  But you don't want to act one, so why should I treat you
like one?"

He stared at me open-mouthed.  When my gaze made it clear I was not going
to budge, he undid his jeans and let them drop.

"And your underwear."

"DAD!"

"I already told you.  You want to act like your 5 years old, you're going
to be treated that way.  Drop `em!"

Again he stared at me, but this time he was silently pleading.  I would not
be moved.  I watched as his hands lowered his white briefs.  I caught a
glimpse of his cock and balls and noticed he was beginning to have some
pubic hair.  When they were down to his ankles, he shuffled over to where I
sat.

"Dad, can't we. . ."

"Lay down," I cut him off.

He lay down across my lap.  I stared at the two small mounds of his ass.  I
found myself admiring them.  His mom had died a few years ago, and for some
reason being around my nearly naked son was awakening something in me.  I
pushed it away and placed a hand on his bare ass.  I began softly rubbing
his cheek enjoying the silken skin covered in peach fuzz.  I could feel my
dick responding, and so I pulled my attention back to the task at hand.
"You're going to learn a valuable lesson today Steven.  It's called
discipline.  You need it, and I'm by gawd sure going to make sure you get
it!"

With that I raised my hand and brought it swiftly down onto his ass.  A
loud thwack emitted as my hand met his flesh.  He yelped.  "You will either
start acting your age. . . thwack! . . . or you won't be able to sit for
weeks. . . thwack!"  I gave him a few more swats.  During the beginning of
his spanking, his legs had slipped some while his body reacted to the pain.
I grabbed the inside of his thigh to pull him closer to me and accidentally
brushed up against his sac.  It instantly caught my attention, and my
finger began gently rubbing up against his balls.  I slid my hand a little
further and soon felt his dick.

My cock was hardening, and so I refocused my attention on his ass with a
couple more swats.  As I spanked him, my cock continued to get hard.  I was
worried that he would notice, and so I told him to bend over his bed.  I
handed him a pillow: "I don't want the neighbors to hear you."

I stood there behind him as he buried his face in the pillow.  His ass,
still reddened from his spanking, wouldn't release my gaze though.  Out of
the corner of my eye I spotted a bottle of hand lotion.  I stared at it and
then stared at his ass.  My cock twitched in my pants.

Consumed with lust I undid my pants quietly and slid them and my boxers to
the ground.  I squirted some lotion onto my palm and then coated my cock
with it.  I knelt down behind him.  His head started to lift off the
pillow.  "Keep your face in the pillow!" I barked.  I pushed his T-shirt up
and then spread his cheeks.  I stared at the puckered hole and lost any
remaining sense of right and wrong.  I quickly moved my cock into position
and then began inserting it into his ass.  His head sprang off the pillow,
but I pushed it back down.  "What did I just tell you?!"

I slowly guided my aching cock into his ultra tight hole.  Every time he
tightened up, I stopped pushing and waited until he relaxed.  As more of my
cock slid into him, it was getting warmer and warmer in the room.  So I
stopped feeding him my dick while I unbuttoned and removed my shirt.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, I had my whole dick buried in his
ass.  As I waited for his ass to relax, I said: "I wasn't planning on this,
Steve, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do."

With that I started to slowly fuck his ass.  "Fuck this feels good!" I
said, not able to control myself.  As it became easier to move inside of
him, I told him he could take his face out of the pillow if he wanted.  He
rested his face on its side.  I couldn't be totally sure, but it looked
like he was enjoying this.  I reached under him and grabbed onto his stiff
dick and stroked it a few times, his mouth opening and form an O.

"Take your shirt off," I said.  I watched his lean back emerge from under
his shirt.  I ran my hands along his back feeling the developing muscles
underneath.  Then I replaced my hands on his hips and began picking up the
pace.  I was nearing orgasm.  I could feel it steadily building up as I
plowed his ass.  When I heard him softly moaning, I started fucking him
even faster and then lost all my strength as my cum exploded into his hole.
I moaned loudly as my cock shots repeated loads into his ass.

When I was finished, I pulled out.  "OK," I said, as I got to my feet and
pulled my pants and underwear up.  I watched him as he moved onto the bed,
rolling over.  When I saw his cock standing straight up, I put up my hand
for him to stop moving.  He sat motionless, his torso braced by his arms
which were extended behind him.  I knelt back down and ran my hand along
his naked thighs.  He looked at me nervously, and then I stunned both of us
by taking him into my mouth.

As I felt his hard flesh enter my mouth, I delighted in its taste.  I
became starved for his cock and began quickly sucking on it.  I massaged
his almost hairless balls as I devoured his dick.  He lay back, and my
other hand slid up his bare torso, over his tight tummy, and found his
nipples and began lightly pinching them as I continued giving him his first
blowjob.  His legs spread wide as I continued sucking on him, but it didn't
take long at all before his salty load was being shot into my mouth.  As
his young cum flowed, I swallowed it.

When I had milked him dry, I lifted my head up and felt dizzy.  I admired
his naked body from my vantage point between his legs.  I gently kissed his
creamy thighs and then got up.  We stared at each other in silence.
Finally I tore myself away and walked to his door.  Without looking at him,
I said: "We'll talk about this later.  You can go watch TV if you want."
And then I left his room.

I got cleaned up and changed into gym shorts, and then I worked in my den
the rest of the day while he stayed in the living room.  I was a bit shaken
by the experience.  Not only worried about how he would react but also
about my enjoyment of it.

When it was almost time for dinner, I told him to go ahead and get showered
while I got dinner ready.  After his shower he came to the dining room
wearing his lounging pants and no shirt, his blonde hair matted down.  I
stared at his body anew and tore myself away.  We ate dinner in silence and
then cleaned up the dishes.  I went into the living room and sat down,
instructing him to join me.  He sat down on the couch next to me.

I felt tenderness for him and raised my arm up as a silent indication to
come snuggle.  He moved against me, and I put my arm around him.  "Son, I
love you and would never want to hurt you, but you just HAVE to stop doing
stuff that gets you into trouble."

"I know Dad."

"I know you know, but you need to start DOING it."  We were both silent for
a while before I decided to bring up the other event that occurred in his
bedroom.  "And as for . . . that other stuff I did, I only did that because
I love you.  And I needed it."

He turned his head toward me. "You needed it?"

"Yeah. Without your mom I haven't had anyone to . . . " "Have sex with," he
finished my sentence for me.

My shoulders sank.  "Yes, exactly.  I shouldn't have done what I did, but
there were so many emotions running through me.  I'm . . . I'm sorry."

"It's OK Dad.  It wasn't bad."

"No?" I asked a little surprised.

"The last part especially," he grinned.

Hearing that he had enjoyed some of it seemed to create another type of
tension.  I found my hand rubbing his arm and then lowering down to his
hip.  "Yeah?" I asked.

He nodded his head yes.

I slipped my fingers into the waist of his pants.  When he didn't move
away, I put my other hand on his thigh and slowly worked it up toward his
crotch.  He closed his eyes, a faint smile formed by his ruby lips.  He
rested his head against me as my hand maneuvered into the fly of his pants
and found his hard cock.  I pulled his cock out of the fly and rubbed his
balls.  I leaned down and gently kissed his face.  "I DO love you Steven."

"I love you too," he said.

I released myself from the embrace, spread his legs and sank to my knees,
once again taking his cock into my mouth.  I sucked on him a few times and
then stopped to remove his lounging pants.  As I removed them from his
feet, I stopped to lightly suck on his big toes and then kissed my way up
his bare legs until I had his balls in my mouth.  I sucked on the round
orbs before returning to his dick.  I reached down and stroked my cock
through my gym shorts as I slobbered on my son's hard-on.

I stood up and removed my shorts and shirt so I was naked too.  I noticed
Steve sitting up, so I stayed standing.  He stared at my cock for a moment,
looked up at me with his intense blue eyes and then lowered his mouth onto
my rod.  I shivered as his mouth closed around my cock.  "Oh fuck!" I said.
I couldn't believe how good it felt!  My knees were almost too weak to hold
me.

"Steve, let's lay down."  I got down onto the floor on my back.  He knelt
down beside me and returned my cock to his mouth.  "Lay on me, son.  I want
to suck you too."

Steve positioned himself so he basically was straddling my head.  He lay
down, lowering his cock into my hungry mouth.  I felt like a hatchling
receiving a worm from its mother!  I began sucking on his dick in earnest.
When he started sucking on my balls, a muffled moan escaped me.  I let my
hands glide up and down his bare back as we continued loving each other.
After a bit he started moving his hips up and down, and I encouraged it by
guiding him up and down so that he was fucking my mouth.  His sucking
intensified on me as his orgasm built tension.  Soon he had to stop sucking
on me as all his energy went into sliding his cock back and forth in my
mouth.  His body went rigid, and then I once again tasted his juice.  I
hungrily swallowed it, gently massaging his balls as he came.

Shortly after that he returned to attending to my cock.  He had moved
forward so that he was resting more on my chest.  I rested my hand on his
head as it bobbed up and down on my cock.  With my other hand I found his
bent arm and grabbed onto it.  I began guiding his head up and down faster
as I neared my orgasm.  He responded almost hungrily.  I felt the tension
increasing and with it the ecstasy, and then finally exploded into his
mouth.  He coughed as my cum filled his throat, but he continued sucking,
swallowing my load.

When I was done, my cock beginning to soften, he released me.

"Come up here," I said.

He stretched out on top of me.  I pulled his face to mine and started
kissing him, pushing my tongue past his closed lips and exploring his
mouth, tasting a remnant of my cum still there.  I broke our kiss and
pressed his head down to my chest and held him.  I felt tears of joy
beginning to well up, but I fought them back.

After a while of holding each other, I said: "Why don't you sleep with me
tonight, son?"

He hugged me tightly.


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