Date: Wed, 4 Nov 2020 00:38:40 +0800 From: J. Dumas Subject: The Adventures of Lincoln and His Dad 6 This chapter is written on David's, Lincoln's dad's, point of view. The Adventures of Lincoln and His Dad: Chapter 6 I asked our company driver, Eric, to drive me and my son to the airport. All we have is a large black suitcase and a backpack on Lincoln's back. I smiled as I watched my boy's great excitement for the trip. "We're traveling first-class?!" Lincoln exclaimed when we arrived at the airport. "Of course, bud. It's your vacation." After the take-off, we walked to our own cabin inside the plane. Lincoln's eyes wander every where. His expression shows a noticeable wonder. It was so long before our last flight together. Lincoln was just six or seven, as far as I could remember, and we were off to his uncle-and-aunt's for Thanksgiving that time. I smiled, thinking about sweet little Lincoln. "Tell me if you need anything, sir. Enjoy the flight!" the attendant exited the cabin, leaving me and my boy alone. I laid on the bed, watching Lincoln walk around. "Wow, Dad! This is awesome. I didn't know there are beds in an airplane." Lincoln jumped to the bed and laid with me. "It's fine for me if we would spend the rest of the summer here." I pulled his body closer to me and I nuzzled his cheek with my nose. "We have a lot more to do in our trip. This is just the beginning." "I can't wait!" "Yeah." I chuckled. "You've been restless since morning." I kissed his eyebrows and inhaled his breath. I stroked his smooth arm with my thumb. Lincoln and I wear our blue t-shirt, black shorts and sneakers that I recently bought for us. Lincoln was so happy when we bought same clothes for the two of us. He looks so hot in simple clothes. "Did you bring your toys?" "I don't need it because you are with me." "Well, I thought you would want to wear the butt plug if ever we are stuck in a public place." I shifted my hands to his hairless and boyish legs. "I put it in my backpack," he said. I kissed his cheek. "Good boy." Lincoln closed his eyes, loving the attention I'm giving him. He loves it when I caress him. I love it equally. I went to the bed's edge and removed Lincoln's shoes. I kissed and sniffed his socked feet. Lincoln has eyes open now, watching my every move. I gently took the socks from his beautiful feet. I inhaled his toes and showered his feet with kisses. Lincoln giggled. "You're tickling me." I went directly above him, with our noses already touching. Lincoln raised his head to kiss me but I pulled back. He raised it higher and I backed my head further, teasing him. "Do you want to kiss your daddy?" "Yes, so badly," he said, smiling. "How bad?" "Very, very, very, very ba--" I cut him off by smashing our lips together. I chew on both of his pink and soft lips. This boy loves kissing a lot. He kisses me every time he wakes up in the morning, without even brushing his teeth. Before and after his classes, he demands a kiss from me. In the office, while I busily work on some papers, he would sit on my lap and shower me with sweet kisses. He would kiss me every time we are alone. Damn, I am so lucky I got this boy. I decided to make the kiss hotter. I used my tongue to lick his lips and Lincoln's lips, almost like automatically, parted for me. He lovingly welcomed my tongue to his tasty cavern. I can taste his sweet breath and saliva mixing with my own. Lincoln lays motionless and, like always, has his eyes closed, loving the feeling. I comb his hair with the use of my fingers while I enters my tongue into the furthermost corners of his mouth. Lincoln fed me with a luscious moan. I could feel my boy's hardness, pulsating on my waist. We kissed some more until we are breathless. After that, I pulled away from Lincoln's mashed red lips, which are unwilling to let me go. Lincoln surprised me by saying, "Feed me with your spit, daddy." I could never say no to my son. I gathered a glob of saliva inside my mouth before spitting it to Lincoln's open mouth. He swallowed it in an instant. "Now, in my face," he said. Damn, this boy is getting hotter and hotter. I spat on his cheeks, forehead and mouth. I kissed him again not with less passion. He encircled his arms on my neck so that I could not pull back. Not that I would ever want to. I sucked his mouth dry and as long as he wanted. At last, the hot boy broke the kiss to breath air. I laughed at him as he panted. "I smell like your spit now," he said, grinning. "Naughty," I ruffled his hair. " I wonder who's boy cock is rock hard down there." I shoved my left hip to his crouch. Lincoln moaned softly. I raised one of his legs and patted his ass playfully. I traced his ass crack from his shorts. "You want my fingers in here or the dildo?" I asked him. "Your fingers first, then the dildo," he giggled. "Your wish is my command." I winked at him. I sat on the bed with my back on the headboard. Lincoln fetched the dildo from his backpack. He waved it at me. "Here!" "Did you bring the lube?" "Oh. I forgot!" "Now, you have to ride it dry. Or use an alternative lube. Give me your bag." Lincoln got his bag and we searched for items we could use as lube. "I don't have oil in my bag," Lincoln said. "Who said we need oil?" I looked for his snacks. "Chocolates? Nope. Donut? Nope. Cheetos? Nope. Oh, here. Yogurt!" "What? Using my yogurt?" "Yeah. It's our best choice." "Can't we use soap or shampoo instead?" "That's not tasty at all," I told him. Lincoln scrunch his nose. He looks so cute when he does that. "Now take off your shorts!" I playfully slapped his ass. Lincoln took his shorts off, giggling. When he had his underwear off too, I sniffed the area that covered his crouch. It was a little bit wet. "What do I smell?" he asked. "Like heaven," I told him, still sniffing the fabric. Lincoln snorted. I pulled him and he sat on my lap, facing me. We kissed again as I caressed his smooth and white thighs. His impressive cock points straightly towards me. Lincoln moved closer, humping it on my belly, his pre-cum wetting the fabric of my t-shirt. I brought my lips to his alluring neck and made love with his sweet skin. Lincoln gave off a sexy moan when my stubble grazed his flesh. "You didn't shave today, daddy." "That's because you keep telling me to move faster. You were so excited you couldn't sleep at all last night." I continued my assault on his tasty neck. Lincoln humps me faster. He grabbed my right hand and placed it on his butt. I smiled. "Sure, babe. Suck my fingers first." Lincoln bathed my fingers with his saliva. When my fingers are well-coated, I brought it to his crack and teased his hungry and itchy hole. "Please, daddy," Lincoln begged. I invaded his hole with my index finger. Lincoln hugged me and panted on my neck. I twirled my finger, trying to loose him up. He started kissing and sucking my neck. His small lips feel so good on my skin. I added another finger while he busily tastes me. I twirled my fingers once more until he has loosened up. I removed the lid of the yogurt and coated it to the dildo. It is strawberry flavor and slightly pinkish. I scooped more with my fingers and wiped it on my son's hole. Then I licked the yogurt off my fingers. "Yum!" I let Lincoln have a taste too. I placed the dildo between my thighs and pressed it together so the dildo stood firmly. "You can ride me now," I told my son. I looked at Lincoln's horny face as he tried to settle down his hole to the yogurt-coated dildo. His hands hold onto my shoulders, wiggling his butt until the dildo points directly up his hole. Finally, Lincoln pressed his body down to the four-inch dildo. I smiled as I saw his cock leaking pre-cum on my shirt. His boyhood looks just like a smaller version of mine. Even the head looks the same. Lincoln's cries of pleasure fill the air as he triumphantly entered the whole length of the dildo inside him. Yogurt did a good job in lubricating the tool. "How does it feel inside you, baby?" I sucked Lincoln's chin. "Mmm. It feels so good, daddy." "Good boy." I patted his head. "You can start moving now." Lincoln gripped my shoulders tighter as he started bouncing up and down the prosthetic cock. The bed and I bounced with him. "Ahh. Daddy," he moaned. Watching my son's sexual expression is all I could wish. I want to replace that fake cock with my real one right now but Lincoln is too young. I want him to turn 15 first then I would fuck him everyday of his life. "Take of your shirt, baby." Lincoln complied, without stopping his ride for even a second. I wandered my hands to his smooth and flawless torso. I felt a rush of pride, looking at my son's sexy boyish body. I leaned down and lapped his nipples while he continuously rides the dildo up and down. I licked and spat on his chest. I raised his arms and tongue-bathed his smelly armpits with my saliva. Using my tongue, I traced his collarbone. When I reached his face, we made out passionately. I scooped the remaining yogurt and covered his hard penis with it. I thumbed the head and Lincoln groaned loudly. The speed of his dildo-fucking increased. I began to stroke his member slowly. "Daddy! It feels so good," Lincoln moaned my name again. "Yeah, baby." "Faster, daddy. Please." I accelerated my hand job too. Sweat formed on Lincoln's pores and his riding slowed down. The boy began to get tired but his horniness still rages. I stopped stroking him. Holding him on his waist, I turned him around. Now, his back leans on my chest and we are cheek to cheek. I removed the dildo from my thighs. With my left hand, I raised Lincoln's legs and aligned the dildo at his opening. I let the head of the dildo enters him. "Daddy! More..." Lincoln shouted. I let his hole swallow the rest of the dildo. I pecked Lincoln on his lips before I started moving the dildo in a blistering pace. "Ahh! Daddy! So good..." I nipped at Lincoln's ear as I listened to his hot moans. "DADDY! NGGHH..." The boy's body shuddered as his boy penis sprayed cum all over his body. Lincoln passed out from the extreme pleasure. I laid him gently on the bed. The dildo still sticks in his hole. I grabbed his cock and sucked the remaining juice before cleaning up his cum-covered body. I pushed the dildo further inside him and another drop of boyish semen oozed out from his cock. Then, I switched to his navel, which has a drop of cum on it. I licked it clean. I did the same to his chest, pits, and neck. I took the dildo out, exposing his handsome and very pink hole. I swallowed the length of the dildo and ate the residue of yogurt and my boy's ass juice. And then I went down to clean his used hole with my tongue. At last, when he is clean enough, I removed my shirt and laid beside the stark naked boy. Lincoln must have sensed my presence beside him and in an instinct, he nuzzled his head on my chest and hugged me. Both of us took a nap after a very tiring session. *** After what I believe is two hours or so, I woke up with the still asleep Lincoln beside me. I smiled, remembering how he looked like earlier. I am so proud of my son that I want others to admire my boy too. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind. I called for a flight attendant. I gave him permission to enter. When he has come inside, I saw his eyes widens as he saw my sleeping son's stunningly sexy back. The blanket only covers half of Lincoln's body, from his waist downward. He also noticed that beside Lincoln is an equally naked me. My magnificent chest is visible to him. Not that my chest is covered with furry hairs. My gene is not on the hairy side. Only a few thin hair grows on my chest but I worked so hard when I was younger to make it as muscular as I could. The product of my workouts during my younger days is a six-pack, powerful arms and a magnificent chest. So Lincoln will probably got less hair too. Those few thin bush of pubes and almost invisible armpit hair suit him well. The young male flight attendant is speechlessly staring at me and my son, lying naked beside each other. A tangle of messy clothes surround us. Plus the dildo standing on the bedside table. I could see the flight attendant's pants tightened. "Can you please check the temperature of the water? My son and I will shower later," I told him. "O-okay, sir," he stuttered. He almost tripped while heading to the bathroom. After a while, he came out scratching the back of his head. "I have set the water to your desired temperature, sir," he said, looking away. "Alright. One more thing, can you please clean up the room while my son still sleeps?" "Of course, sir." The flight attendant said but reluctantly went around the room to pick up our clothes. When he was about to pick up Lincoln's underwear, his eyes went directly to my hand, which is stroking Lincoln's back. I moved my hand further downward under the cover, stroking my son's smooth butt. The young attendant swallowed a lump in his throat then continued picking up our clothes. When the room looks clean again, he excused himself and exited, casting last glance to our direction. *** I decided to turn this chapter and onwards into the point of view of Lincoln's Dad for a change. Tell me what you think. And I am accepting gifts. By gifts, I mean our lovely and sexy boys pics and vids. ;-)