Date: Fri, 03 Dec 2004 13:58:05 -0600 From: Xavier Subject: Jeremy's Rub Down #3 Jeremy's Rub Down, Part 3 by Xavier L This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his minor son. The usual comments and warnings apply. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading. Please feel free to email me with comments at xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk. The next morning I awoke early and went to go check on Jeremy. He was still asleep. I gently shook him, but he was still out cold. I pulled back the blankets and admired his naked body. He was sprouting a morning woody. I began playing with it. His body seemed to respond, so I leaned over and took it into my mouth, carefully watching his reactions. He acted like he was having a helluva good dream, so I kept it up for awhile. When he began stirring too much, I quit, covered him back up and quietly left his room. Shortly after I heard his door open and him walk into the bathroom. I came out of my room and saw him walking, still naked, from the bathroom toward my room. "Hey there Bud." "Hi Daddy," he said and gave me a big hug. "How are you this morning?" "Good." "Ready for breakfast?" I asked. He nodded his response. I reached down and picked up his naked body and carried him giggling into the living room and unceremoniously plopped him on the couch. I knelt down and kissed him. I had to catch myself as I realized my hand was beginning to move to his hairless crotch. As I lifted up my head, his arms shot around my neck, pulling me down to him again. I tickled him with my beard stubble and then kissed him again. We stared into each other's eyes, and I wanted him so bad. In my building lust, it seemed to me like he wanted me as well, but I knew that was my dick talking. I pulled away and went into the kitchen to make some breakfast. I came back to the living room and saw him on the couch playing with his dick. I quietly stepped back so he wouldn't see me and watched him absentmindedly playing with his cock as he watched TV the way he used to when he was much younger. I felt my own cock get really hard and was tempted to masturbate where I stood, but I couldn't risk him seeing me. I watched him for a little while longer until I noticed his head turning toward where I stood, so I quickly jumped back so he couldn't see me. When I dared peek out again he was just laying there, his dick still standing up. I desperately wanted him. He didn't have school today, so I took out the Benadryl and put some into his OJ and brought it to him. He seemed oblivious that I was standing there looking at his hard cock while he drank. I brought him his breakfast, and we ate together while he was on the couch. I watched him get very sleepy and yawn more. "You look sleepy Bud." He only replied by yawning, and then moved over to me to cuddle, leaning up against me as his body got heavier against mine as he fell asleep. I shook him a little, and he didn't respond. I gently picked him up and carried him to my bed. I stripped off all my clothes and began kissing all over his body. I could take it no longer and had to be inside my son. I pulled out the lube from my night stand and prepared us both. I then picked him up and moved over to my recliner and sat down in it. I positioned his legs around me and his body against me, so I could maneuver myself into him. I then moved his ass over my dick deeply enjoying the feel of his tightness swallowing me. It was too difficult to really get any good motion like this, so I moved him to my bed, placing him on his stomach and leaving his legs dangling over the edge of the bed. I entered him again and began building up my rhythm, my hands pressing down on his silken ass cheeks as I slid in and out of his tightness. I couldn't believe how good it felt. Even though I also felt tremendous guilt, the feeling of my dick sheathed in his tiny ass was too much to ignore. Desire won over guilt easily, and I lost myself inside of him. Eventually my rhythm became more intense, and soon the bed was creaking as I thrust deeper and deeper into him, his limp form bouncing with my movement. I thrust as deeply as I could as I felt my orgasm build and explode. I continued my push forward while my dick spasmed with each shot. After a while I pulled out of him, my dick mostly limp and lay next to him on the bed, enjoying his beauty, running my hands over his face and body, kissing him all over, lingering over each curve of his smooth, developing body. I rolled him over and took his cock into my mouth again, savoring this intimate experience of him. As I moved up and down on him, his hips began to respond, his pelvis moving up and down with my sucking motion. I was getting hard again. "Incredible," I thought as I continued sucking on him dick and balls, rubbing his silky, soft body. I felt a little hand on my head and then warmth and wetness on my dick. It suddenly hit me, and I whipped my head around toward my crotch to see my son's lips wrapped firmly around my dick, mimicking my motions. My heart was racing as I stared at my son sucking on my cock. I asked myself if he could be responding like this in his dream until his eyes opened and he looked at me. His hand reached up to my head and urged me back onto his dick. I got even harder as I went back to sucking my son. Part 4 coming soon