Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2010 09:40:51 -0600 From: Xavier Lancaster Subject: Nocturnal Emissions Nocturnal Emissions by Xavier L This is a reader-inspired fictional story containing sex between a father and his early teenage 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 (/nifty/prolific.html#xavierl) on Nifty, on ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/XavierL/, or on Wiki69.org under XavierL. If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel free to email me. Please email me with if you'd like to be notified when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at xavier.stories@gmail.com. Make sure to tell me which list(s) you would like to be included on (gay and/or str8/bi). You may also follow me on Twitter: @XavierStories My dad has had this weird habit of coming into my room at night. It started about a year ago when I was 12. When he first started it was maybe once or twice a month. I was a bit nervous as he climbed into my bed the first time. I was on my backside, and he cuddled my back. I felt his hand rub my side and hip, usually lingering at my hip. When I spied him one time, I could tell he was wearing a robe and had his boxers on. At first I thought he was just cuddling. That was weird enough, but it readily became obvious later that . . . well, he got hard. Not just the first time. Every time I could feel his hard dick pressing against my butt through his robe and underwear. It kind of turned me on, so after the second visit, whenever I'd hear him at my door, I would roll onto my side. He would never say anything, never really do anything but lay there for a while pressed against me, his dick occasionally jerking around. After my 13th birthday, things changed a bit, though. He started coming in more often. I wondered what would happen if I . . . surprised him. So I started going to bed wearing my traditional scrub top, but instead of shorts I was butt naked. This way when he came into my room he'd see my top and not be ready to find me naked under the sheets. I wondered what would happen. It took a bit before I had my visit. I heard the doorknob turning, and so I flipped onto my side as usual. Dad walked in and climbed under the covers and moved close against me. He was already hard. His hand moved to my side, and I could feel my heart pounding harder as his hand slid down until it found my bare hip. His hand paused and then it rubbed a bit more firmly as if to confirm what he was feeling. I clenched my butt cheeks together against his erection. His hand moved from me, and I swallowed thinking that perhaps I had screwed up and ruined all this, but he didn't move. I felt the hands moving and then felt the fabric of his boxers pressing against me, his wood more obvious now. Then he started rubbing his hard-on against me. His hand went under my top, his hand pinching my nipples as he rubbed briskly against my butt cheeks. As he started moving faster, his cock slipped past the fly and I could feel its skin rubbing in my cheeks. He started moving more urgently, his breath getting ragged. I was afraid to move. I feared if he knew for sure I was awake, he would quit. He was moving much more rapidly and then all of a sudden he stopped as hot liquid shot onto my ass. He slowly slid his meat between my cheeks as he continued coming on me. He lay there for a while catching his breath. His hand slid back down to my abs, and then it continued. I couldn't help it, but my breathing changed as I hoped his hand would continue its journey. It passed my belly. I licked my lips and forced myself not to move or make a sound. His fingers seemed to be following the line of black hair that led from my navel to my pubes. A couple of seconds later, and I could feel his fingertips in my pubes. My mouth was so dry! I almost ached from having to keep myself so still. His fingers stopped in the thin bush above my dick. Everything within me wanted to scream for him to grab my cock! It even jumped in anticipation. But nothing happened. Dad's fingertips moved slightly, and then his hand withdrew. He slid out of my bed and then left my room. I reached behind me and found the slick mess he had shot on my butt. I scooped it up with my fingers, rubbed it on the head of my cock and used it as lube as I jacked off. I imagined him laying next to me, his big dick sliding into my crack, entering my hole and then him fucking me. I came faster than I ever have. The next morning as we ate breakfast I tried to be as normal as possible. Dad was a bit more quiet. "Did you. . . sleep well?" he asked. I swallowed my food thinking quickly before I responded: "Yeah, Dad. Really great." He seemed pleased with that and continued eating. I thought about it all day at school. When Dad and I were watching a movie, I had my head on his leg while stretched out on the couch. That wasn't uncommon, but this time I stroked his leg just above his knee. I wanted to go higher, but this was as far as I dare. When it was finally time to get up for bed, I think I could spot that he was hard. He sure moved quickly to put a pillow in his lap. Before I got into bed, I decided to put some Vaseline in my butt. Maybe if his cock found it ready? I wondered. I got into bed and waited, but he did not come. The next day I repeated my little ritual, and still no Dad. I wasn't ready to give up yet, though! I did it again the third night. I had just started to fall asleep when I heard my door opening. My heart was racing now. This time his robe was already open. I felt his boxers immediately. His hand went to my hip right away. It rested there as he pressed his cock against my butt. I waited eagerly but nothing happened. Then after a few seconds, his hand moved away and he started to pull back. I couldn't handle the idea of getting so close. I finally swallowed my courage and moved my hand to the stiff meat in his boxers. I gripped it firmly and started stroking it. Thankfully he froze. I quickly reached in, grabbed his dick and pulled it out. As I stroked him, I moved my ass backward until I felt his dick slide between my cheeks. His hand was on my hip again, and this time his fingers dug into my skin a bit. I was afraid to quit and let him take over just yet, so I kept my grip on his dick firm until I felt the head of his cock against my hole. I took a deep breath and then pushed backward feeling the helmet-shaped tip push past my hole. His fingers dug in a little harder. I pushed back again forcing his dick to enter me. And then it happened. I felt him pushing his cock forward. "Yes, Dad!" I breathed. I reached and put my hand on his hip as he started to slowly hump my butt. I moaned so he would know I liked it. He fed more of his meat into me, and I started moving my butt back and forth. I reached up and took my scrub top off as it was getting very warm, but I also wanted to be naked. He embraced my bare chest and started fucking me a little harder, trying to get his dick deeper into me. "I wish you were naked, too," I said. He continued humping me for a bit, and then he pulled out of me. "Please don't quit," I begged him turning over. He got to his feet and threw his robe off. "Oh, I'm not going to quit, Darryl." I watched as he rapidly stripped off his boxers. "Get on your stomach," he said climbing back onto the bed. I didn't hesitate and rolled over. His naked body covered mine. I grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart for him. It took a couple of tries before he could enter me again. He started fucking me a little harder now, and in this position it stung a bit more, but I didn't give a shit. It felt so good I lifted my butt into the air. He grabbed me and shoved it his cock forward. I pushed back and heard him moan as I felt his pubic hairs pressed against my ass. He started pulling it back and shoving it forward again, and I bit my pillow and shoved my ass higher into the air. He stopped, put his hand under me, grabbed my waist and hoisted up. I slid my knees under me, and he shoved his cock forward. Then he started pounding my ass hard. I released my grip on my pillow and moaned wildly as his dick slammed into me hard. His movements became more urgent, and I felt pressure growing in my groin as he fucked me harder. I heard myself moaning louder, and his body seemed to respond in kind. He rammed his firm meat into me more quickly, and the pressure reached its maximum point causing me to come. I felt my ass grip his cock as I climaxed. He slowed down only a little. I felt his hands grab my shoulders as he pounded me a little painfully, and then his dick was twitching inside me, his movements now still. As my orgasm died down, I became uncomfortable, and so I started lowering myself back down to the mattress. He followed me, resting his weight against me for a while. I reached back and rubbed his hamstring. I could've swore I felt him lightly kiss my neck, and then he was moving off me. He grabbed his robe and put it on as he left my room. I got up and went into my bathroom and took a piss. When I was walking back to my bed, I found his boxers on the floor. I scooped them up and put them under my pillow and fell asleep quickly. The next morning things were a bit tense and weird at breakfast. I got my stuff together to go to school. I came over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He was nervous but then kissed me back. He said "See you tonight." I looked into his ice blue eyes and said "I sure hope so." I smiled and then left. Things had improved by the time we were sitting down to dinner. When we cuddled to watch a movie, I continued with my procedure from earlier. He stopped me, though, and told me to go ahead and brush my teeth, get ready for bed, all that crap. I was so disappointed. I knew he enjoyed himself. Could he only do it in my room? As I got ready for bed, I noticed there was still time before my bedtime. So I got an idea. I stripped completely out of my clothes. During school I had went by the health clinic and picked up some packets of lube. I lubed my hole, winked at myself in the mirror and walked back to the living room. When I walked back in I asked "So what did I miss?" He stared at me, and I returned to my position. "Umm, Darryl . . . " I parted his robe quickly and began sucking on his leg. "I think you should stop," he said, but I could hear in his voice he didn't really didn't want me to. "You're right," I said. I stopped and immediately moved my hand to his boxers, shoving them inside the fly. His hand grabbed my arm, and I pulled his cock out of the fly. It was growing rapidly. I let him move my hand, and then I took his dick into my mouth and started sucking. He still had my hand, but I felt him lighten the grip. I removed it and rubbed his nuts through his underwear as I felt his cock grown in my mouth. His hands moved to his robe and undid the belt. As I noticed him removing the robe, I released his meat and took hold of his boxers. He raised his hips so I could remove his underwear while he slid out of his robe. After I pulled them off, I was moving to return to his cock, but his hand grabbed my head and pulled my face to his. He kissed me roughly, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. I kissed him back for a few moments, and then he roughly shoved my head back down to his groin. I devoured his stiff rod while he shoved my head down and pushed up with his hips driving his cock deep into my throat. I fought gagging as it rammed into the back of my throat. I needed a break, and so I removed my mouth and moved it to his balls. I sucked on his hairy sac, his pubes as jet black as the hair on his head. Just like mine. I felt his hand grab my ass and squeeze a butt cheek firmly. As I moved my mouth from his nuts to his thick cock, I said "I'm all lubed up for you," and then I went down on him. I felt his finger slide into my crack and probe my hole. I blew him fiercely as he fingered my asshole. "Move. I want to fuck you." I released him and moved. As he stood up, I knelt on the floor and then pivoted so my chest was resting on the couch. Dad got behind me. I spread my cheeks apart. "Hungry for cock, son?" "Yes, Dad. Please, I want it bad." "Not as bad as I want that fucking tight ass of yours." He put his dick into my ass. I turned around and saw his hand gripping his cock as he fed it into my hole. He caught me looking and smiled. He shoved more of it in. I felt my eyes close and my mouth open. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back. As I followed his tug, he shoved his dick all the way in. I moaned loudly, a mixture of pain and pleasure, and I tasted his breath as he kissed me. He pulled his cock back and thrust it forward again making me moan loudly. "You know, a dad shouldn't be fucking his son," he said. I could feel him nibbling on my earlobe, and it sent ripples through me. "Didn't you say sex was for when you loved someone?" He shoved his cock into me again. "Yes, I remember that." "Well, who do you love more than your son?" He kissed my neck, said "No one," and then he started picking up speed. "Not a damn person." I had to brace myself as he started pounding my ass harder. "Then fuck me harder, Dad! And quit fighting me about it!" He rammed his dick into me good and hard. I felt his hot breath on my ear again as he said "I won't be fighting anymore, Darryl. In fact you're going to be getting so much dick from now on, you may have to beg me to stop." "Never!" I said right before he pulled his cock backward. When it slipped out, he put it back in, but just the tip, and then he shoved it all the way in making me almost scream with ecstasy. I felt him moving and noticed he was getting onto his feet. In this position, he was able to thrust deeply and to pick up his speed so that it reminded me of a video I once saw of two rabbits getting it on. "Oh gawd, Dad! Fuck me! Yes! Fuck me!" He rammed my ass as I felt my whole body shake from the pounding. Then I heard him grunt: "You're. So. Fucking. Tight!" And then he went rigid. His dick twitched inside my hole again. After a bit he lowered himself back to his knees. "Did you come?" he asked. "No, not yet." He spit into his hand and then grabbed my cock and quickly jerked it until my load was spraying out. He squeezed my meat as it unloaded into his hand. Then after a few moments, he held up his hand. I looked and saw my sticky fluid clinging to it. He put it up to my mouth and said "Clean it off." I was kind of grossed out, but I closed my eyes and gave his palm a brief lick. It didn't taste bad at all which surprised me. So I started licking it even more aggressively. "Fucking hot," I heard him say. I sucked on his palm and some of his fingers. Finally he pulled out of me and helped me up. He embraced me and kissed me again. I opened my mouth invitingly and felt his tongue enter it. After kissing for a while more gently, he stopped. I looked it into his eyes as he swept a lock of hair from my forehead. His fingertips traced my jaw line as he said "And to think all those times over the last year when I came into your room and lost my nerve. . . I could've been fucking you." He pulled my head to his lightly hairy chest. I found one of his nipples and started sucking on it. "And such a horny little boy, too," he said chuckling. "Off to bed with you." "Do I have to?" "Yes, you have school tomorrow, and I have work." He smacked me on the ass and added "No off with you!" I headed to my room and climbed into bed. It took me a bit to wind down, and just as I was drifting off my door opened. I looked toward the door. The light from the hallway was on and caressed his naked body. I watched him swiftly walk toward me. When he was at the edge of the bed he said "Suck my dick, Darryl. I want to feel you swallow my load." I smiled and raised myself on an elbow and took his manhood into my mouth. He slowly moved it back and forth in my mouth for several moments before having me move over. He stretched out on the bed, his back against the headboard. I moved between his legs. I sucked on his hairy balls for a bit before going down on his stiff cock. He guided my head down slowly as I blew him. I enjoyed feeling his hard meat sliding into my mouth. After I had blown him for a while, I felt his hands move to my head, and he started shoving my head down so that his dick pushed into the back of my throat. I gagged a bit but kept going at it. It excited me that he was enjoying this so much. Soon his hips were pumping up and down driving his cock deeper into my throat as he started aggressively fucking my mouth. After a bit he started moving more rapidly and urgently, driving his cock deep into my mouth. I tried to get more of it in, but it just made me gag worse. So I relaxed and let him fuck my throat. He gradually increased his pace, and his grip became more firm. It felt like his dick got thicker after a while, and then a few moments later I was coughing as his thick cum flooded my throat. I swallowed as briskly as I could. When his dick stopped shooting jizz, I felt his grip on my head release. I continued sucking. "Suck on my balls," he said. I did as he said while he rubbed my hair. "Oh yeah, we're going to have to do this more often." "Any time you want, Dad." He slid out of my bed and left my room leaving me to take care of my wood alone. When my alarm clock went off in the morning, I pulled on a pair of shorts, took a piss, and then left my room to get some breakfast. All of a sudden I felt arms around my chest and something hard pressing against me that I knew was a cock. Lips were on my neck. "Good morning," my dad's voice said as his hand slid down my body and shoved my shorts down. "Good morning," I responded as I was roughly shoved to the ground. He spread my legs and then his body covered mine. "By the way, you're staying home from school today," he said as he shoved his rod into my ass. He drove it all the way forward until I felt him pressed against me, and then he began fucking me.