Date: Mon, 22 May 2006 09:18:34 -0600
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Spring Break Sailing

Spring Break Sailing
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between an unrelated teenager and
a preteen. 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 (toward the bottom of the list).

If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel
free to email me as well.

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when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at
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I decided to do something different for spring break this time and take my
15-year-old son Alec sailing.  My wife never has liked sailing, but Alec
was so excited about the idea, we decided to make this year a father-son
trip.

The second day out to sea we hit excessively calm waters and not enough
wind to really fill the sail, so we dropped anchor and tried to make the
best of it.  After playing some board games, we decided a dip in the ocean
would be fun.  Since we were in the middle of nowhere, I figured what the
hell and just stripped to my birthday suit.  Alec was a little surprised,
but he followed my example, and we dove into the warm water.

When we got tired of swimming, we got back up into the boat and lay out on
the deck letting the hot sun dry us.  Alec fell asleep after a few minutes,
and so I let my mind wander.  I saw a fluffy cloud and remembered the last
time Alec and I had lay on our backs under the sun and watching clouds.  Of
course he was a lot younger then.  I turned to see if he was awake and had
planned on asking him if he remembered the cloud game.  He was still
asleep.  I let my eyes scan his athletic naked body. I admired his physique
and, to be truthful, was a little jealous of it.

As my eyes roamed over his sculpted chest and abs, I discovered that his
cock was at full mast!  I felt some pride at the size of his erect dick but
also felt drawn to it.  I moved closer and visually inspected his groin.
He had gotten a bit of a tan today, but his skin was still fair.  His pubes
were a light brown and were a stark contrast against his skin.  His balls
seemed on the large size to me.  I felt my own to compare them and decided
we had about the same size.  But the more I stared at his cock, the more I
felt something strange.  My wife and I haven't had sex in a long time.  She
had become somewhat frigid.  So I don't know if it was just plain
horniness, the sea, too much sun or what, but I found myself reaching out
and taking a hold of his cock.

I slowly stroked it paying attention to the veins on its surface and the
feeling of the soft skin covering the hard shaft.

"Dad?! What are you doing?"

"I noticed you . . . needed some help."

"Ummmm, I can take care of it myself.  Thanks."  I ignored his protest and
continued slowly stroking him.

"Dad. Dude!"

"There's nothing wrong with a father helping out his son, is there?" I
asked before licking my palm and then reapplying it to his cock.

"Dad. . ."

I cut off his protest by leaning down and taking his nut sac into my mouth.
I gently began sucking on his balls one at a time.

"Oh gawd!" he moaned as his legs involuntarily spread apart.

I continued sucking on them until the salt from our ocean swim was no
longer present on the skin. I found myself enthralled with the softness of
his sac and the feeling of his wiry hairs against my tongue.  I took a
break from sucking on his balls and looked up toward his face.  His eyes
were closed and his moan was open slightly.  He looked like he was enjoying
his hand job.  I looked back down at his cock.  To this day I still don't
know why I thought this, but I looked at its helmet-shaped head and thought
it was absolutely beautiful.  The next thing I knew my lips were sliding
over it.

As my mouth continued to descend over the hard shaft, my hand rubbed his
meaty track star thigh.  When my mouth began moving up and down his rod,
every so often a tiny shiver would pass through his body.  His cock would
spontaneously "jump" while it was in my mouth.  I released his cock
momentarily and lightly sucked on his nipples before kissing my way down
his body to return to his glorious cock.

Once again I released his cock.  I pushed his legs farther apart and then
moved between them.  I stretched out flat, his knees surrounding my head
and then ran my tongue along the soft flesh of his inner thigh until I had
his nuts in my mouth again.  I sucked on them a few times and then returned
his dick to my mouth.  I began taking more of his meat into my throat.  I
made myself gag several times while I worked out how to swallow his cock.
As I continued sucking he began making small humping motions with his hips.
I found this turned me on intensely, and so I slid my hands under his ass,
grabbed onto his cheeks and began moving him up and down.  Responding to my
guidance, the pumping increased.

As he got into it more, some kind of animal lust was unleashed within me.
I grabbed his hand and put it on my head.  His hand rested there while his
hips began increasing their urgency.  I reached up, put my hand over his as
pushed it to make my head bob.  As soon as he took over, I returned my hand
to his tight ass cheek.  He began aggressively shoving my head down onto
his cock, and I forced myself to deep throat him until I could do it more
easily.  His movements became even more urgent, and soon his pelvis was
bucking up off the deck as he began fucking my throat.  Soon both of his
hands were on my head, and I desperately wanted every inch of him.  I
wanted to massage his balls while he pounded my throat, but he was moving
so violently, I didn't want to let go of him.

"OK Dad!" he said releasing my head but continuing humping my face.

I didn't know what he was doing, so I moved his hand back to my head.

"Dad! I'm gonna shoot!" he said, the tone of his voice making it clear this
was a warning.

I responded by picking up speed.  When he realized I wasn't going to stop,
he returned his other hand to my head and began fucking faster.  His cock
swelled a bit and then twitched a couple of times before blasting my throat
with its load.  I greedily swallowed the salty juice as I coughed and
gagged at the sudden invasion.

As I continued to milk his cock, I ran my hands up and down his naked
torso.  When his cock finally stopped spasming, I returned to his balls and
sucked on those for a little bit as his dick began to slowly shrink.

When I released them I moved from between his legs and lay next to him.
The silence between us was matched only by the sea, greatly accentuating
the lapping sounds of the water against our boat.  After a few moments, he
announced he was going to get some lunch.  I watched him get up and watched
his naked form as it went below deck.

I had a raging hard-on, so I decided to take care of it and jacked off as I
replayed in my mind the events of only a few moments ago.  In no time my
cock was shooting a load that hit me in the chest.  I wiped it up and
considered joining Alec downstairs, but I was too nervous.

After what seemed an eternity, Alec came back up.  He was now wearing a
dark green pair of loose-fitting shorts.  He avoided eye contact with me
and sat down on the other side of the boat.  We sat there in silence
looking out at the emptiness of the sea.

When I could take it no longer, I broke the silence.  "Alec, are we OK?"

He looked at me, his soft blue eyes melting me.  "Yeah, Dad."

I motioned for him to come over to where I sat.  He stood next to me, and I
put my arm around his waist and squeezed him.  He squeezed me back.  "I
don't want to lose you son."

"What? You're not going to lose me!" he said almost mockingly.

I looked up at him and replied "You know what I mean.  Because of
. . . what happened."

"It was just. . . weird."

"Did you like it though?"

He turned his head and looked back out to sea as if he had discovered a new
sight.  "It felt good if that's what you mean."

I moved my gaze to the spot where I suspected his was aimed at.  "But did
you like it?"

"I guess."  He said it in a noncommittal way.

"It's OK to like it, son.  Nothing wrong with a guy making his son feel
good."  I don't know where that line of bullshit came from, but it helped
ME feel better, so that's all that mattered at that point.  I shifted my
gaze back to my son's shorts and began stroking his leg.  "You sure do have
runner's legs!"

When he didn't stop me or move away, I said: "You know, we're going to be
out to sea for a few days before reaching the island. . ."

He didn't say anything.

I let my hand move higher up his thigh, my fingers now moving beneath the
shorts.  I gripped his thigh as if judging his leg muscle.  Again there was
no response, so I allowed my hand to move a little higher.  "You still
enjoying track?" I asked, trying to keep the mood light out of nervousness.

"Yeah, it's cool."

I noticed the front of his shorts starting to swell and knew he was getting
hard.

"You know, a father will do almost anything to make his children happy."

He squeezed me in acknowledgment.

Seeing his cock rising emboldened me, and I moved my hand up even further
until I could run my finger along the base of his cock.  I was almost
hypnotized by the moment.  He still seemed somewhat nervous, but he made no
attempts to stop me or move away.  I moved my hand back down and pushed the
leg of the shorts up and over his growing cock.  I traced the outline of
the head with my finger and felt his fingers dig into my shoulder.  I then
leaned in and took it into my mouth and began softly sucking on it.  His
cock grew hard rapidly as I moved up and down its shaft.  When it was
completely hard, I tried to take more of it into my hungry mouth, but the
angle wouldn't allow that.

"Here, move in front of me," I said.

He didn't hesitate as he positioned himself facing me.  I looked up at his
face, and his gaze pierced me lustfully.  I reached up and grabbed the
waistband of his shorts and started lowering them.  I watched his hand
reach out and then felt it grabbing the back of my head pulling me toward
his cock.  I finishing pulling his shorts down with a quick yank and
grabbed onto his ass as his cock rammed into my throat causing me to gag
slightly.  The first time I blew my son, it started out slow, but this was
a different situation.  We were both consumed by lust, and he began quickly
fucking my face.

While I sucked his pumping cock, I moved my head backward to rest against
the side of the boat.  His body followed me until he was leaning so that he
had to brace himself with his hands against the railing.  He stood there
leaning over my face, his hands wrapped around the wood railing while his
lower body flailed.  As he continued fucking my face forcefully, pinning my
head against the siding, I ran my hand up and down the bare backs of his
thighs.  I then moved my hands to his ass and kneaded his flexed buns while
his pace became almost feverish.  Then I moved my hands up the smooth skin
of his lean back.

I managed to get a hand onto his balls and massage them briefly, but it
upset his rhythm too much, and so I released them and grabbed back onto his
ass, thirsty for his young juice which I knew would be coming soon.  I
pressed my head against the boat more firmly as it was starting to bounce
against the fiberglass.  "Oh gawd! Oh gawd!" I heard him chant, and then
his pelvis smashed into me, his cock completely filling my throat, and his
cock exploded once again.  I eagerly consumed his cum as I gripped his
tightened ass muscles.  I held him to me until I couldn't possibly get
another drop out of his dick.

When I let go of his ass, he pushed himself back and then sat down next to
me.  He put his head on my shoulder, and I rested mine against his.  We sat
there for awhile, and then I noticed his hand moving toward my crotch.  I
watched as his fingers inspected my hard dick and then wrapped around it.
He began stroking my cock.

"Oh Alec!" escaped from my lips as he enclosed my dick with his fist and
began pumping it.  He went faster and faster until my cum was shooting into
his palm.  He kept stroking me a little while longer, and when he let go of
my grateful dick.  I handed him a towel, and he wiped the jizz from his
hand.  "Think it's my turn for something for lunch now!"  Besides my son's
cum, I added silently.  I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead and
went below decks.

We spent the rest of the day naked, laughing and joking and recanting
stories.  Thankfully the wind had returned, so we could get moving again.
The night brought much cooler temperatures, and so we remained in the
galley playing cards. I was getting tired, so I decided to lay down.  The
next thing I know Alec has pounced on top of me, and we began to wrestle
with him frequently taunting me with "Come on Old Man!"

At one point we almost tumbled off the bed, and so he managed to pin me
while I was face down.  "OK! OK! I give!" I said.  He relaxed his grip but
stayed on top of me.  I remembered when he would lay on my back when he was
little.  We used to call him a koala because of it.  I relaxed and simply
enjoyed feeling my "little boy" against me, his warmth seeping into my bare
skin.  My feet were hanging off the bed uncomfortably, and so I said "Here,
you can stay put, but let me move up onto the bed."  He moved off of me as
I slid up, and then he returned to his former position.

At one point I reached back and began rubbing his bare ass.  Then I moved
my hand back to a more comfortable position and interlaced my fingers with
his.  After a while I noticed he was getting hard.  When it was getting
more obvious, he made to move off of me.  "No, it's OK," I reassured him,
gripping his hand firmly.  With his cock fully erect, he moved to adjust
it, and it slid between my crack.  "Go ahead and rub it there."

"What?"

"Go ahead and slide your dick back and forth.  See how it feels."

I felt him doing as I suggested.  His weight rested against me more as his
lower body slowly moved his cock.  I was getting hard now too.  "How does
it feel?"

"Good," was his simple response.

When his movements became bigger, he bumped up into my hole a couple of
times.  I will never understand what happened, but at that moment I decided
I wanted him to stick his cock in me.  "Hold on," I instructed him, and I
raised up a little so I could search in the cubby of the headboard.  When I
found the bottle of lube, I handed it to him and said: "Put this on your
dick."

"What is it?"

"It's lube.  It'll make it more slippery."

He rolled off of me while he lubed his cock and then returned to sliding
his cock in my crack.

I reached back and grabbed onto his dick and moved it to my hole.  "Push,"
I said.

"What?!" he asked surprised.

"Push it in!"

"Are you sure?!"

"Yes! I want you to fuck me."

"Dad. . . "

I started pushing his dick in a little, and he decided to quit his protest
and took over.  When the head first entered me, I thought I might come
right then! That moment of euphoria was completely replaced by pain as his
large cock penetrated my virgin ass, its girth forcing my tight hole open
more.  "A little slower please," I coached him.  It seemed to take hours
before he could get the entire length inside of me.  I could feel his hot
breath against the back of my neck while his cock sank into me.  "OK, go
for it!" I said.

He began slowly moving his cock back and forth inside my pained ass. "That
OK Dad?"

"OH YES!" I answered enthusiastically.  "You could do it harder!"

Securing my permission he did just that and began steadily sliding his cock
backward and then thrusting it forward.

I reached back and put a hand on his moving ass.  It was so hot to feel his
butt going up and down at the same time I felt his cock moving.  "Does it
feel good?" I asked him.

"OH YEAH!"

His arms wrapped around my chest as he began picking up momentum.  "Yeah,
fuck me Alec.  Fuck me!"

His flipped over so his other cheek rested against me as his pace
quickened.

It was my turn to yell "Oh gawd!" as his rod began slamming into me.
"Harder son!"  I found myself lifting my ass into the air trying to get
more of him into me.  He followed my movement until my knees were beneath
me.  His hands were on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh while he
fucked my ass.  He was pounding my ass now, a chorus forming by my moaning
and his grunting.  As he picked up speed, I yelled "Oh yes Alec! Fuck you
feel so good inside me!"

Now he was really moving, and I knew he was about to cum.  Sure enough soon
he was resting against me, his cock twitching inside my hole as it
unloaded.  I began lowering my ass, and he moved his legs to lower with me
so his dick didn't come out.  He lay on top of me resting while he
recovered from his orgasm.  I could feel our bodies had become damp with
sweat.  "Pull the blanket over us," I instructed.  He did as I asked and
then grabbed my hands in his.  We ended up falling asleep with him on top
and inside of me.

When I awoke the next morning, Alec was, of course, lying next to me.  I
lay there watching him as he slept for a while before heading up to get us
under way.  I didn't bother with clothing and softly closed the door behind
me.  Once up top I checked our navigation, made some adjustments and then
set the sail.

My heart took a bit of a leap in my chest when I heard the deck door
opening.  "Morning Alec!" I called out.

"Morning Dad!" Alec answered back as he came through the door.  All I could
see was his bare legs, but as he cleared the sail, I could tell he was
still naked.  And his cock was standing proudly in front of him.  He came
over to where I sat and gave me a hug.  I hugged him back.

"Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Nope."

"OK," I said, staring at his hard cock.  The next thing I knew, Alec was
guiding my face to his crotch.  I looked up at him for confirmation, and I
saw and heard him say "Suck it!"

I was turned on beyond belief by him taking charge, and so I immediately
obeyed him, engulfing his cock with my lips.  He readjusted his position so
he was in front of me.  I felt his palms against my ears as his hands
wrapped around my head and began guiding me back and forth on his stiff
cock.

Feeling quite . . . different, I momentarily released his cock.  "Alec,
this may sound weird," I began, looking up at his perplexed face, "but talk
dirty."

"Huh?"

"Say stuff while I'm sucking you."

"Like what?"

"I dunno.  Stuff like `suck it,' or `suck it bitch,' stuff like that."

"'Suck it bitch'?" he repeated in disbelief.

I shrugged, feeling stupid, and began working on his cock again.  As I
returned to his blowjob, I heard him softly say "Suck it. . . suck it
bitch!"  I began sucking him in more earnest, his words kindling some
unknown fire within me. "Yeah! Swallow my meat!"

"'Swallow my meat'?" I pondered silently, almost laughing at its absurdity,
but I did indeed do just as he said and deep throated him.

He lifted one foot up onto the platform as he began fucking my face. "Suck
my cock!" he said more forcefully as his rhythm picked up.  The fire was
now raging, and I worked to keep up with his flailing hips.  I couldn't
even hold onto his ass and instead started stroking my cock while he fucked
my face.  He didn't last much longer before he was unleashing repeated
volleys down my throat.

When he was done cumming, he pulled out of my mouth and said: "That was
hot!"

"Yeah it was!" I agreed.

"I'll make us breakfast," he said and went back downstairs into the galley.
The wind was nice and steady, and so I joined him when he called up.

When I saw the eggs, sausage and coffee sitting on the table, I was truly
surprised.  "Wow! I didn't expect all this!" I said.

"I said I was going to make breakfast."

"I know," I replied, taking a seat next to him. "I just figured you meant
cereal!  I'm very pleasantly surprised!"

He smiled at my satisfaction, and we dug into our meal.  When we were done,
we remained at the table joking about something trivial.  I peered down at
his groin and wondered if it was too soon for another BJ.  Quickly
remembering my teenage years, I knew he would be, and so I said aloud: "You
know, I could go for more sausage," as I placed my hand between his legs.

His legs spread apart.  I looked deeply into his eyes for a moment before
he smiled and said "Suck it bitch!" barely able to contain himself.

I smiled back and said "Gladly," and then lowered my head to his growing
dick.  I sucked on it gently as it grew in my mouth, his hand moving to my
head and resting it there.  After a few more seconds, his cock was back to
its full size, and I began to suck it more earnestly.  That is until he
interrupted me by saying "Hold on," and getting up.

I looked after him confused and said "What's wrong?"  I watched him climb
onto the bed and reach into the cubby.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm going to fuck you."  He said it so blasé I found
myself stunned.  Like we did this all the time or something.

I watched him spread lube onto his cock and then get back up and walk
toward our table.  I looked at the table and bench seating and knew there
wouldn't be enough room for him to get behind me, so I moved out to the
side of the table and bent over, gripping the sides of the table for
balance.

He moved behind me, and I adjusted my position to get better aligned with
his cock.

"You like getting fucked, don't you?"  It was more of a statement than a
question.

"Yes. Yes I do."

I almost melted as the head of his cock began piercing my ass. "You like my
big dick in your ass."

Something had drastically changed with my little experiment above deck.
"You don't have to talk dirty all the time Alec."

"You want me to stop?"  His question made me mentally stumble.  I didn't!
"No, not really," I answered meekly.

"Good!  Now take my cock!" he said as he began sliding his rod into my
tight hole.

"Easy son! I'm not used to this yet!"

He immediately stopped his descent into my ass.  "Sorry!"

"No problem."

He worked his cock in slowly until it was finally embedded in my hole.
After waiting for a bit for me to relax more, he began pumping again.
"You're so tight!" he observed.

"It was an exit only until last night!"

"Feels good."

Yes it does! I thought.

"Not many kids get to fuck their dad I bet."

Chuckling softly I agreed with him, "You're probably very right!"

"Well, I'm gonna fuck you good."  With that announcement he began making
his long thrusts again.

"Oh yeah!" I said as his cock thrust into me hard a few times.

"You like that dick bitch?"

"YES!"

He started picking up his pace as my hole relaxed even more.  "How's the
sausage?" he asked playfully, remembering my earlier comment.

"Fucking good!"

He began going a little faster, still with deep thrusts.  Every so often he
would thrust his cock into me so hard that he pushed me into the table.
"Fuck me!" I begged.  I shoved the plastic dishes aside as I lay down on
the table more, grabbing the edges of the table in ecstasy.

"Yeah take that cock!" he said as shoved his cock into me again. He was
moving faster now, his cock pounding my ass hard.  "Yeah! That tight ass
feels good!"

"Give it to me son!" I cried out, and he began fucking me even faster.  I
was moaning loudly as he slammed me, the table shaking beneath me and the
dishes rattling on its wooden surface.

I heard him yell "Fuck!" as his body went rigid and he began filling my
hole with his jizz.  As his orgasm calmed, his hand reached around and took
hold of my cock.  He stroked my cock rapidly. With his dick firmly wedged
in my ass, it didn't take much to send me over the edge, and in no time I
was shooting my load.  He gripped my cock firmly causing it to shoot some
more.  With his free hand he lightly slapped my butt and said: "Gawd that's
good ass."

Without thinking I replied "You can have it any time you want it son!"

"Good," he replied quickly.  "Cuz I'll be wanting it a lot."

I smiled and closed my eyes as I relished the feeling of his dick spasming
once more inside of me.


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