Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2007 00:53:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Paul Frederick <realivemale@yahoo.com>
Subject: John and Ryan

         John and his young son Ryan had planned to spend a father/son Saturday
together. John's wife Cathy had promised to take an elderly friend from church
shopping and to the hairdresser. She would be gone all day. The boys started
their day fixing pancakes and eggs. John poured the pancake batter into shapes
for Ryan.....houses and turtles and Mickey Mouse. They turned on the cartoon
channel on the kitchen TV as they ate their breakfast.

  Then it was out to the garage to install new spark plugs, a PVC valve and air
cleaner in John's pickup, then off to see the movie Cars. Ryan didn't much like
helping his father work on the truck. It was messy and greasy, and not
something Ryan was greatly interested in, but still it was time spent with Dad,
and besides, cleaning up was always fun. Taking a shower together has been a
natural part of their family life. John and Cathy have always been comfortable
being naked around their son. It was a way of teaching him, by example, that
God made our bodies beautiful and we should never be ashamed of our nakedness.
John drew the water in the master bathroom to make sure the temp was just
right. They took their T-shirts and pants off, then their underwear. They
climbed into the shower. John had brought up some grease cleaning soap from the
garage and put some in his hands. He rubbed the soap on Ryan's arms and hands,
then he did the same for himself. They rinsed the grease off. Then he turned
off the shower, grabbed the bath soap and started soaping up his son.

  Ryan has a smooth, firm body, as most 10 year old boys do, and this fact had
certainly not escaped his father. As John was soaping up Ryan's chest and
tummy, he noticed that his son's boy cock was growing hard. Ryan's penis was
stirring from the pleasure of having his father's hands all over his body. As
John gazed at his son's penis standing proudly at attention, his cock grew hard
as well. He tried to ignore his sexual arousal, but it was impossible to hide
his erection, since both he and his son were naked in the shower. This was not
the first time they had been naked together. He and Ryan had shared many
showers. But this was the first time they were naked together with full blown
hard-ons. John was embarrassed. Fathers are not supposed to have sexual
feelings for their sons. He tried to casually dismiss the obvious. This was guy
time for the two of them, and that certainly did not include anything as
socially unacceptable as father/son incest. Or so he thought...

  "Oh Dad, your penis is so big. It looks so handsome. Can I touch it?"
"Well...I...I...guess that would be okay. Get some soap on your hands and get
it nice and clean."
This was the first time Ryan had been so bold as to ask to touch his father in
the shower. John's heart was beating out of his chest as his son touched and
fondled and stroked his hard cock. It felt so incredible. He had long harbored
a secret fantasy of having sex with his son, but he would never force the
issue, or force himself on Ryan. That was not his heart. But here at last was
the opportunity he had longed for, that until now had never presented itself.
"Dad, will my penis ever be as big as yours?"
"Of course it will. As you grow older your penis will grow bigger."
"When I grow up, I want my penis to look just like yours, Dad."

  John got down on his knees and moved his soapy hands to Ryan's cock and
balls.
"Oh Dad. That feels so good."
"Yes, I know it does. Son, you should be very proud of your penis. Especially
when it's hard like it is now."
"You think so Dad?"
"I do, Son. I really do. It's so beautiful." John lovingly fondled his son's
cock and balls a little while longer. "Now it's time to turn around."
John grabbed the soap and made sure there was lots of suds on his hands.
He placed them on Ryan's beautiful little butt cheeks. He marveled at how
perfect they were, how firm, round, smooth and handsome. By now there was no
way the idea of spending a couple hours in a movie theater appealed to him. His
sexual desire to take his son to bed and make love was overwhelming. There was
no more reason to fight the feeling.

  Ryan giggled as his father rubbed a soapy hand between his butt cheeks.
"Dad, that tickles."
"Sorry Son. I'm just trying to make sure your body is clean all over."
His hands on Ryan's naked flesh served a dual purpose, to clean his son's body
and arouse his son's body. He reached through Ryan's legs and cupped his little
ball sack again. Tenderly he held them and massaged them. When he asked Ryan to
turn around, there was a soft, sensual glow in his son's eyes.
"Dad, I've wanted to touch you for so long."
John looked away, "Son, I've...ahh...wanted...to touch you too."
His mouth went dry and he continued stumbling over his words, "Ryan,
I...ahh...want to...umm...make love with you today, instead of going to a
movie. Is that okay?"
"You mean like you and Mommy?"
  "Yes Son."
  Ryan nodded eagerly. "Sure Dad. It's okay with me."
John tenderly kissed his son. Ryan barely respond at first, but the more they
kissed, the more passionately he responded. John turned on the water and they
rinsed the soap off their bodies. John toweled off Ryan, then himself.
  "Son, I want to get you clean on the inside as well, so I'm going to sit on
the toilet and I want you to lay across my lap so I can give you an enema."
  "Is that the bag full of water Mommy uses on me to clean me out when I'm
sick?"
  "Yes Son, it is. And tho you aren't sick, it is still important to be clean
when we make love."
  "I understand Dad."
  John gave his son an enema, then Ryan jumped back into the shower to clean
off.

  Lifting Ryan into his arms, he carried him into the bedroom. He gently laid
him on the bed, on his back, taking a moment to marvel at the beauty of his
son's naked flesh. He lay beside Ryan and let his fingers lightly roam up and
down the smoothest skin he had ever touched. John was so nervous his hand was
shaking. His heart had not stopped pounding in his chest since they were in the
shower fondling each other. He needed to do something to dispel the awkwardness
he felt. He tickled Ryan's tummy. Then he blew on his tummy as he had done so
many times before when Ryan was an infant.
  "Dad, stop! Stop! That tickles."
  John's awkwardness soon gave way to his overwhelming desire for his son.
  He bent down and their lips met. This time their tongues danced in each
others mouths.
"I love you, Ryan."
"I love you too, Dad."
John moved his kisses down his son's body. He lavished attention on his
nipples, his tummy, his legs. He kissed his feet, then sucked his toes. Of
course that tickled. John delighted in making his son laugh. Then he crawled
between his son's legs, and his tongue licked the shaft of Ryan's penis like it
was an ice cream cone. John took his son's cock in hand and pulled it toward
his face. In one swift move he had it in his mouth. It was easy to deep throat
his son's hard-on. John savored each lick and suck and stroke. It thrilled his
heart to be fulfilling his secret fantasy. He paused for a moment to wet his
index finger. He spread Ryan's butt cheeks and found his hole. He held his
finger in place and then he slowly inserted it into his son's tight little ass.
  "How does that feel, Son?"
  "It's a little uncomfortable."
  "Just relax. Instead of focusing on my finger entering you, think of it as
your body taking in my finger."
  Ryan took a deep breath and let his body relax. He knew he wanted this, and
all he had to do was relax and focus on the pleasure.
   "Oh yes, Dad. That feels better now."
John was impressed with how comfortable his son was with being sexually
intimate. With
  his mouth back on his son's cock, John pushed his finger a little deeper into
Ryan's ass. He was not about to stop sucking until his son was overwhelmed with
orgasm. He didn't have to wait long. Ryan's body began to tremble as he
passionately thrust his hips toward his Dad's face. John sucked passionately.

  "Oh...Dad....oh...Dad....oh ....Dad.....OH....DAD!!!
Ryan's body was writhing and convulsing. It was all his father could do to keep
his mouth on his son's cock and a finger up his ass as wave after wave of pure
pleasure cascaded through the young boy's body. A small amount of fluid flowed
into his father's mouth. John was impressed that, at 10 years old, his son was
able to ejaculate some semen. He hungrily swallowed every delicious drop.
Ryan's body then went completely limp. He softly moaned his contentment. John
had demonstrated his love for his son in a very special way, and his son was
happy to be the recipient.
"Did you like that Son?"
"Oh yes, Dad. I liked that alot!"

  John laid beside his son and held him in his arms as Ryan enjoyed the
afterglow of orgasm.
"Dad?"
"Yes Son."
  "Can I suck on your cock?"
  "Yes, Son, I would like that."
  Ryan took ahold of John's cock with both hands. He bent down and gently
licked the tip. It was wet with precum. Ryan was pleased with how his father
tasted. It was much better than he expected. He would certainly want more. He
took the tip into his mouth. It was large, and soft and round. Ryan wasn't sure
he was doing it right. He looked into his father's eyes for approval.
  "Yes, my Son, that feels so good. Don't be afraid to suck me hard. I'm not
going to break."
  There was no way Ryan could deep throat his father, but he took as much of
his father's cock into his mouth as he possibly could. He was beside himself
with delight that he was sucking the object of his adoration. Ryan was
passionately sucking the cock he had so long admired. He felt so happy to be
giving his father the same pleasure he had received.

  "Dad, would you put your cock inside me, like you do with Mom."
John was a little taken aback at his son's bold request, but then he and Cathy
had always been open and honest with their son when it came to sex.
"Why don't we rest for awhile under the covers before we go any further."
"Okay, Dad. But will you fuck me later?"
John laughed. "Yes, Son...I will fuck you later."
John pulled the covers over the two of them. Ryan fell asleep in his father's
arms. John fell asleep as well.

  About an hour later, Ryan woke up.
"Dad, wake up. Wake up Dad. It's time."
"Alright Son. Give me a moment to wake up here."
As the thought of what had happened, and what was about to occur whirled around
in John's mind, he paused for a moment to contemplate the consequences of his
actions. He was about to fuck his own son. Would anal sex hurt Ryan? What would
he say to Cathy when she got home? How would she react? He decided that as long
as their father/son incest was consensual and entered into with a willing
heart, there was no harm in their actions. Ryan was mature for his age, and
seemed comfortable being naked in bed with his father. Cathy and John have
always been open minded sexually and honest with their son, so he needn't be
too concerned with Cathy's reaction. She might even be thrilled for them. Right
or wrong, John could not deny himself the incest he had fantasized about for
many years. Right or wrong, he was going to fuck his son.

  John pushed the covers off the bed. He put a pillow under Ryan's ass. He
grabbed the lotion that was on his nightstand. He put his son's legs over his
shoulders and rubbed lotion between his little butt cheeks. Then he rubbed
lotion all over himself. He placed the tip of his cock against Ryan's tight
little hole. John whispered a prayer of thanks, then he slowly penetrated his
son's body. John stopped, once the tip was inside, to give his son time to get
used to his big adult cock. When Ryan seemed comfortable, John pushed a little
deeper into his son's ass. He looked down to see the most beautiful sight
imaginable...he and Ryan were one flesh. No more were they just father and son.
They were lovers. A tear fell from John's eye.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, Son."
"But, Dad, you're crying."
"I'm crying because I am so happy to be making love with you."

  The reality of having sex with his son was even better than the fantasy. He
felt no shame or guilt in fucking Ryan. In fact, their incest felt right. There
was no wrong about it. It felt so very right. John lifted Ryan's legs off his
shoulders, held them wide and began to slowly thrust his cock in and out of his
son's ass. The feeling of Ryan's tight flesh wrapped around his cock was more
incredible than anything he had ever experienced before. He looked down to see
their naked bodies joined together, flesh on flesh. The more he watched himself
fuck his son, the closer he came to orgasm. He savored each sensation as he
rode the edge, until finally........"Oh,
GOD......I'M......I'M.........CUM..........MING!"

  John's body was overwhelmed with pure pleasure as load after load of cum shot
out of his cock. Ryan could feel his father's cum filling his ass. John thrust
his cock a little deeper, trying to extend the incredible orgasm he was
experiencing. He looked into his son's eyes. The smile on Ryan's face was worth
a thousand words. The glow of love in his eyes was undeniable. John felt more
love for his son than he ever thought possible.

  John wrapped his arms around his son and held him close. All the while their
bodies stayed connected. But as with all males after orgasm, the penis
eventually goes soft. John laid next to his son, satisfied and fulfilled. Ryan
crawled onto his father's chest and put his arms around his neck. They shared
soft, tender kisses.
John's hands caressed Ryan's little butt cheeks as he lay his head on his
father's shoulder.
  "Oh Dad, this has been the best day ever."
John could not help but smile. "Yes....it has been the best day ever."

Just then, they heard a familiar voice calling out from downstairs, "John,
Ryan, I'm home."