Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 23:18:32 -0600 From: Xavier Subject: My Skateboarding Son This is a story containing sex between a father and his teenaged son. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, if this type of material is illegal in your area, or if this theme turns off, you should stop reading now. 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, or if you would like to be notified when there are new stories and/or updates, at xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk My Skateboarding Son by Xavier L Jacob, my 14-year-old son, last week decided to try to imitate Tony Hawk on his skateboard and received a broken arm and leg for his efforts. He also managed to severely bruise muscles near his spine, and they weren't sure he didn't have a hairline fracture of a vertebra. Our irritation at his stunt, and its results, wore off as we saw how uncomfortable and miserable he was, as well as being relieved that his injuries weren't worse. Jacob has always been an athletic kid. He's one of those naturally gifted kids who quickly excels at any physical activity he dedicates himself to. We've tried to support him through green hair, pierced ears and eyebrow, pants that sag halfway down his ass, etc. In addition to the pain and discomfort from his injuries and casts, he was also suffering from being bedridden. They didn't want him moving around too much until swelling had gone down and muscles had stopped spasming. He has spent the last week in bed and is literally climbing the walls. And driving his mother and I nuts at the same time. To keep him settled, we gave him a bell to ring when he needs something. Some days I've wanted to misplace that bell pretty badly. In his boredom he has a tendency to take advantage of our patience. Today his mom and I returned from doing some shopping only to be treated to a frantic message from her work. She had to fly out right away and would be gone for at least a week. I made some arrangements to work from home so I could take care of Jacob while she was gone. To be honest I didn't mind having to work from home. I actually get more done than when I'm in the office. And working while sitting next to the pool never hurt anyone! I helped my wife pack her stuff and then watched her drive away from our empty cul-de-sac. She had given me a list of Jacob's medication routine, etc. At the top of her list was his bed bath. I hadn't had to bathe my son since he was a little guy. I remember 14, and it's an awkward age. Still, I guess having your dad give you a bath is better than your mom when you're pubescent and hormonal. "Hey there Jake," I greeted him as I entered his room. "I picked up the cordless controllers you asked for." "Hi Dad. Did you remember it's a PlayStation and not an Xbox?" I rolled my eyes as I answered, "Yes, son. Slightly clueless but not stupid thank you very much." He just grinned at me as I handed him his newest acquisitions. "Oh cool! You got the really good ones!" "Well, I figured we might as well since we don't know how long you're going to be laid up." "Thanks Dad!" "You're welcome. Look, your mom left me a list. . . " "Yeah, big surprise there," his voice not so lightly tinged with sarcasm. Laughing, I replied: "Guess what's at the top of her list. It's bath time Bubba." "Oh jeez," he moaned. "I know. I know. But you stink, and you don't want to get sores, so you'll just have to suck it up." He sighed as his face darkened in resignation. I got things prepared and came back to his room. I removed the sheet and blanket and then helped him out of his nightshirt. He wasn't wearing underwear since it was just too much trouble to handle if he needed the bed pan. I noticed what good shape he was in. He had a nice 6-pack already and had some great definition from all of his sports and working out. I also couldn't help but notice how well endowed he was. His balls were good sized as well. He had a nice patch of pubes and the beginnings of a treasure trail running from his navel down to his pubic region. I began washing his body being extra careful over his uninjured arm and leg as well as his back. I didn't want to hit a bruise or sore spot too roughly. When it came time to wash his crotch, I paused. He was right-handed, and that was covered in a cast. His opposite leg was casted, so reaching over with a wet cloth with a hand he hasn't used as much. . . I just wasn't sure how this was going to work. "Ummm, when your mom bathes you, how have you worked out washing your . . . privates?" I asked. He blushed and responded: "We don't." My mouth fell open in surprise. "You haven't washed your Johnson in a week?!" "No. I'm not gonna let my mother wash my Johnson, Dad!" "OK, I can see that, but you can't just not wash down there Bud." "Well, I can't do it myself Dad! It's hard to reach too well the way the casts are, and I'm not supposed to lift my leg." My heart was beating a little faster now. "Well, I guess we're just gonna have to do what we gotta do," I offered as I reached toward his balls and gently lifted them up. I could feel his body stiffen. I washed them as gently as possible, making sure the cloth got below them and thoroughly washed the area between his scrotum and hole. "Umm, Dad, I think that's good enough," he said sheepishly. "You haven't washed in a week you told me. I don't think you want to go through this every day do you?" "No, but. . . you should probably stop Dad." I ceased as my cloth began rubbing his dick. The way he said his last sentence caught my attention. I now noticed his dick growing beneath my hand. For some reason that made my own dick begin to swell. He interrupted my thinking: "Dad, seriously. . . " I don't know what happened to me, but I became filled with curiosity, and I felt drawn to my son's cock now. I kept gently rubbing as his cock swelled and rose and then hardened. Oh yeah, he is nicely endowed alright! I thought. I looked up at Jacob's face and saw that he was covering his eyes with his arm, like if he couldn't see it would all go away. Jacob's cock was standing at full attention and throbbing a bit. The musky scent reached my nostrils and caused something odd to respond within me. I reached out and began gently stroking his dick with my bare hand. I could see his belly moving faster as his breathing deepened. With my other hand I began stroking his thighs and massaging his balls as I increase pressure on his cock and stroked more deeply. His good leg bent at the knee to and spread out more giving me more access. "It's OK Jake. Dad will help you out," I said trying to reassure him. I continued stroking him, but then another strange feeling crept over me. I began pondering what cock tastes like, esp. that of my teenager. I became transfixed on the site of his beautiful cock and perfect balls. I looked up at Jacob's face. His arm no longer covered his face, but his eyes were closed. Not from tension but, it appeared, more from pleasure. He looked like he was relaxing and just enjoying the moment. I looked at his rod again. I felt the veins beneath my hand, the silkiness of the skin of its shaft, the fuzziness of his pubes on his scrotum. His dick beckoned me, begging me to wrap it with my lips. I leaned down slowly until my lips were almost touching it. Jacob's breathing deepened as my head approached his groin. I looked up at him once more. When nothing was said or changed, I turned my attention back to the dick calling out to me. I spread my lips open wide and then engulfed the head of his cock. I heard a sharp intake of breath escape from him, and I began to move my mouth down on his cock more. His cock seemed to get harder as it slid into my moist mouth, my tongue probing the new addition. I began to slide up and down his meat, taking him deeper into my throat with each downward glide. Again his breathing quickened, and I could hear him softly moaning as I gave him what I think was his first blowjob. I enjoyed the taste and feel of my son's cock in my mouth, and I picked up speed, feeding on his virility and lust. When I was able to deep throat him, I felt his hand rest on my head. I don't know why, but it drove me on more, made me suck even faster. I took my mouth off of his throbbing rod only long enough to briefly suck on his balls, the pubic hairs tickling my nose. I then devoured every inch of his cock, rapidly bobbing up and down until my mouth was invaded by his salty load. His cock kept unleashing volley after volley of his cum while I swallowed urgently, trying to accommodate the force and volume of his orgasm. I finally released his dick from my mouth and then quietly dressed him. I covered him back up, stood there a moment and then walked out of the room in a daze, still trying to understand everything that had just happened. I gave Jake space for most of the day. Well, really I was scared shitless of what he must be thinking. Why did I do all that? Why did I enjoy it?! I sat in the living room in silence lost in thought. It was nearing dinnertime, so I began fixing our meal. I was very distracted as I went about my tasks. I was very worried about what would happen next, esp. when I realized I could easily go to jail for what I had just done. That really made my heart race faster. I was almost shaking from all the wild places my imagination was taking me. Jacob's bell snapped me out of my chaotic thoughts. I took a deep breath as I walked down the hallway toward his room. That small trip had never felt like so much of a journey before. When I got to his doorway, I took another breath and then entered his room. Jake was smiling at me, which set my heart at ease a bit. "What's up Jake?" I asked. His smile broadened, and then I saw him move away his blanket and sheet revealing his erect cock. "I could use some more help Dad," he replied.