Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 07:32:21 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: My Son Toby 3

I am sending this story as part three in the trilogy of the already listed
story My Son Toby of father/son erotica for your consideration. This is my
third erotic story. For any other info please feel free to contact me at
any time. My name is Rob.

This is a work of fiction. I am the author. My first sexual experience was
with an adult male neighbour when I was ten. Though my experience was not
traumatic to me it is impossible to advocate sexual play with a minor. To
all my readers this is the final chapter in the Toby trilogy. I would love
to hear what my readers think and can be contacted at:
Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com


My Son Toby - Hereafter Sweet

I was just setting the breakfast table when Toby made his way into the
kitchen. Hopping up onto his chair he slowly began to plow through the
scrambled eggs. Bending over my lips kissed the top of his hair.
    "Still sleepy?"
    My inquiry was greeted with a moan. As the eggs disappeared his mood
improved. Soon he was his animated self. So much so, in fact, that as I
began to clear the table he grabbed hold of one sash of my belt allowing
the robe to fall open. He giggled at my mock expression of dismay. Hell it
was fine with me. You want to look at your naked dad more power to you.
    And he liked to look.
    I stood with my back to the counter giving my son an eyeful of my
nakedness through the open robe. His gaze was transfixed. My body began to
react. My penis stiffened. My scrotum tightened. My cock raised up to full
solid glory.
    Tobe didn't hesitate. Leaving the table he stood in front of me
clasping both hands around my shaft.
    "Daddy, can I stay home from school today?". His fists sqeezed firmly,
pleasurably.
    Clearing my throat I said no. But even I couldn't convince myself.
    "Please". The pleading would never convince me but his tongue making
playful laps at my cockhead was something else. "I don't have any tests
today. Please". He bent his head down sideways as his tongue slid down the
stalk to my hairy bag. Gently falling to his kness he pressed his beautiful
face into my scrotum pushing the balls about with his insistant tongue. He
muffled another plead.
    My fingers found his hair as I began to move his face to wherever I
need the tongue next: this ball, that one, the base of the bag, the base of
my cock. My other fingers were wrapped around my rod as I slowly gave it
the man jerks I needed just then.
    "Here", I said as I pointed my cock lower. "Just for you".
    His lips suckled the pre-cum off of my pisser giving sweet little moans
of delight. His tongue poked at the slit knowing daddy was good for more.
    I pulled his head off. "Okay. But just for today". He looked up
smiling. "Go on. Get my phone. I'll call the school".
    Finished with the task we headed off to my room and the king-sized
bed. If you want to play you're going to need the room.
    My son reached for my cock but I batted his hand away.
    "Not so fast. It's my turn to tease you".
    Placing him near the headboard I lay on my stomach between his
legs. Lowering my head I inhaled his boy scent through his cotton
jockeys. Nuzzling my nose in my hands slid up his thighs, over is smooth
belly and up to his gentle chest. My fingers toyed with his inert paps
until the nipples erected. Then they were pinched in a constant pulsing
action.
    The sweet hard-on pressed through the fabric as my mouth opened to
tease it with blasts of my hot hair. My mouth moving sideways back and
forth over the boy cock.
    Tobys hands moved over my forearms as he felt the magical pressure of
his nipples being squeezed and his dads mouth pressing into his crotch. He
squirmed as my hands travelled down his torso to the waistband of his
jockeys.
    I tugged the band down his hips allowing his boyhood to pop free
slapping against his torso. I looked at the balls barely covered by his
loose skinned bag. Beauties. My tongue slicked out gently pushing the balls
to and fro. Then with more purpose began to lap the flesh bringing the bag
and its contents into my nearing mouth.
    Toby reached down grabbing my hair in his fists. Moaning loudly. Hips
moving without rythm but as if to escape the intensity.
    Without releasing the balls my mouth opened allowing my fingers to push
his sweet dick in. Contentedly full my mouth sucked the center of my
son. My cheeks holding him tight; my tongue exploring every part of his
cock and balls.
    Toby pulled my hair. "Oh, daddy. Please. Please", he begged in
exquisite torture.
    I released my son from my mouth. As he calmed himself my fingers pulled
his briefs off then carefully flipped him on his stomach. My nose skimmed
the soft valley of his ass inhaling the aroma of boy. My tongue began to
ease into the crevice as my hands squeezed and kneaded his great smooth ass
cheeks. My tongue found its target as it darted at the boy-hole. Flattened
I slurped his crack my tongue tip constantly dancing at his entrance.
    Toby groaned as he pressed back against the tongue. With each invasive
push from the tongue he pushed back onto it; wanting, needing, begging.
    My tongue traced from his back all the way up his spine to the base of
his neck. As I nuzzled his hair my knees rested on either side of his slim
hips. My rod pressed along the crack of his ass. As I made a steady rocking
motion my knob poked out of the foreskin on each upward thrust and enclosed
the head as I pulled back. Gently I dry fucked my sons crack his cheeks
holding my piston in place. I wanted inside but knew I was too big, too
thick for my sons sweet hole.
    Slowly my tongue carressed his ear. "Oh, son, you feel so good", I
sighed. "How are you feeling?"
    He moaned softly. "So good".
    "Do you want to suck daddy?  Do you want my cock?"
    "Mmm, yeah".
    "Well say it, baby. Tell me you want your daddys cock. Tell me, baby
boy".
    "Daddy?"
    "Yes! Sweetheart".
    "Let me suck your cock. Pretty please?"
    My body moved towards his head as I sat on my knees spread to his
face. Hands stroked his head tenderly. "Here you go, baby. Just what you
want".
    Toby opened his mouth sucking my knob as his lips pushed the foreskin
back. With a growing expertise he lapped away all the precum as he settled
in for a nice knob polishing.
    "Oh, yeah, son. Feels so good".
    His lips suckled the head of my willy. Fingers gently felt the weight
of my hairy balls. The gentle tongue traced the crown of my knob before it
tickled the V of my head. As his lips moved off my knob his tongue
slithered down my thick shaft. Soon he was licking my balls taking turns as
he sucked first one into his mouth then the other. Back and forth his
sucking mouth tortured me.
   I eased my torso down beside my son so I could take that boy puppy into
my mouth. As I sucked in the thin shaft Toby returned the favour by sucking
my cockhead into his hungry mouth.
    There we lay: father and son, side by side, the perfect sixty-nine. My
cock in his mouth; his in mine.
    Tobys hand wrapped about my rod as slowly he began to jerk my cock. His
other held onto my balls, cupping and squeezing them. His lips milked my
prick as his head began to bob. His fingers squeezing my balls had begun to
push nirvana closer.
    That wonderful suckling mouth. It all began to prove too much.
   On my knees once more I brought his face forward. His mouth clamping
onto my prick I held his head tight, immoveable. Only his lapping tongue
move. Furiously. Hungrily. Begging.
    Then I began that slow fuck of his mouth. Hips rocked. I pulled out to
the purse of his pleading lips. Then slowly back in. My cockhead displacing
his tongue. Then back - pulling out almost entirely. Then a plunge forward.
    Back.
    Forth.
    Back.
    Forth.
    Toby began to whimper. Needing more. His sucking mouth pleading,
demanding. And I dreaming of the day it would be his asshole taking the
fuck; his voice begging me for more. Harder, daddy. Deeper, daddy. More,
daddy. More.
    My hips took up purpose. My fuck-strokes faster. Harder.
    "Oh, baby", I groaned. "Daddys close. So close, sweet son". My bucking
became so intense my balls had actually swung up hitting his chin. "Suck,
baby. Suck daddys fuck pole. Yeah. It's coming. So close. So close. Ready?
Ready?"
    I unleashed.
    Tobys mouth flooded with seed.
    My heart pounded as the juice erupted from my body.
    Toby tried to gulp but the bursts were too fast. Too intense. Cum
seeped from the corners of his mouth.
    My hands relaxed their vice on his head.  As my son slurped noisily I
began to pull my sensitive prick from his mouth.
    Reluctantly he let go all the while knowing he could always get more.
    Anytime, son. Anywhere.
    My lips bent down pressing deeply against his. Man to boy; father to
son. My tongue pressed into his mouth. It was time for us both to just
luxuriate in the taste of daddy cum.