Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2006 20:47:43 -0700
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Ring of Fire

Ring of Fire
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his teenaged
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 (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.

Please feel free to email me with comments or if you'd like to be notified
when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at
xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk.


I had to stay at work late, and by the time I got home my 15-year-old son
Tony had already fallen asleep.  I couldn't believe when I heard snoring
from his room.  I went into the kitchen to get something to drink and found
a bottle of vodka where it shouldn't be.  I marched into Tony's room.  He
was sprawled out on top of his sheets wearing only some tighty whities.  I
shook my head as I picked up the scent of alcohol before even getting near
him.

As I approached his bed, I admired his muscular legs.  He had extremely
fair skin coated with a fair layer of copper-colored hair that almost
matched his flame orange hair on his head.  As my eyes traveled up his
legs, I was taken aback by his cock sticking out the leg of his briefs.  He
had a raging hard-on pressed firmly against his thigh.  For whatever reason
I had a hard time pulling my gaze away from his cock.  I knew part of it
was I didn't expect him to be quite as hung as he was at his age, but I
couldn't explain the other . . . interest I felt.

My eyes finally peeled away from his erection and continued traveling up
his smooth body.  He had a very nice body.  He seemed to be resting
peacefully from his alcohol-induced slumber.

I pulled the sheets out from underneath him and slowly pulled them over his
sprawled form.  As my hands passed over his waist area, however, I
accidentally rubbed against his dick.  At least I think it was an accident.
He made a weird sound and smiled as he mumbled "Oh yeah baby."  I looked
back at his cock and could tell it was twitching a little bit.

I'll never know exactly why I did what I did next, but I pulled the sheet
back, lifted up his underwear and tried to maneuver his cock back into its
cotton confines.  I tried to be as gentle as undetectable as possible, but
like he wouldn't be able to feel that?  He mumbled something else, and then
I felt his hand grabbing mine.  My heart almost leapt out of my chest.

"You know you want it baby," he murmured.  His hand moved mine up and down
the trapped shaft before grabbing onto the waistband of his underwear and
pushing them down.  His cock snapped to attention as it was freed.  I
stared, mouth wide open.  I looked at his large balls and could now fully
appreciate the size of his cock.  He's going to be a monster! I thought.
My eyes drifted up and down his sizable shaft.  The red pubic hairs
encircling his privates made his pale dick look like it was ringed by fire.
His hand reached out and grabbed mine, once again pulling it to his rod.
"You know you want it," he said, guiding my hand up and down and then
releasing it as I hypnotically continued the motion.  Curious I moved my
hand to his balls and began massaging them as he moaned softly.  I noticed
his legs squirming as if he was trying to move his briefs down further, so
I pulled them down and then decided to just take them all the way off.

When the briefs cleared his feet, he spread his legs wide.  I found my hand
gliding up his well-defined legs, his cock acting like a beacon drawing me
back.  I began stroking him again.  I was lost in the feeling of his hard
flesh in my hand until I heard him say "Get it wet."

I stared at him, his eyes still closed as if he were sleeping.  I prayed he
was!  I licked my palm and then returned it to his cock.

"No, with your mouth."

WHAT?! I screamed in my head.  I was ready to walk out and just hope he
woke up wondering what the hell happened, but at the same time I had to
admit a certain level of curiosity. And desire. I looked around the room as
if checking to make sure no one else was there.  We live alone
shit-for-brains! I chided myself.

"What are you waiting for?  You know you want to."

I didn't know who he was dreaming about, but as much as I hate to admit it,
he was right.  I found myself leaning down slowly.  It was as if I watching
myself from outside my body as my head lowered.  As my mouth got closer,
his musky scent invaded my nostrils.  My lips parted and spread over the
head of his cock.

"Sssssss," as he sucked in his breath.

His skin tested salty, but my tongue thoroughly enjoyed the slickness of
his helmet-shaped tip.  I started moving my head up and down just a little
bit of the shaft.

"Come on! Suck my big cock!"

I starting making sucking motions as I went up and down his shaft.
Apparently that wasn't what he meant because the next thing I knew his hand
was shoving my head down forcing more of his hard meat into my mouth.  As
his stiff dick pushed into my mouth, it unleashed some hidden hunger within
me.  I willed my jaw to relax more and lowered myself down more.

"Yeah!" he said as more of his flesh buried in me.

I desperately wanted more, and so I released his cock and swiftly moved to
the end of his bed, climbing up between his outstretched legs until I was
wedged between his thighs.  I fondled his sac as my mouth began devouring
my son's dick.  As my head bobbed up and down, his hips started pumping
upward, his hand once again pushing me down more.  I gagged and coughed as
he shoved his cock into my throat.  I found I had to hold my breath each
time his dick slid into my throat as he cut off my airway.

"Yeah, suck my cock!"

I picked up speed in response to the movements of his hips.  I found myself
so greedy for his meat, that I slid my hands underneath his bare ass and
grabbed onto cheeks pulling him into me more.

"You like that cock don't you?" he asked rhetorically.

Still I heard myself moaning in response.

He thrust his hips forward and over putting us both on our side.  His hand
held my head firmly as he proceeded to pump my mouth more forcefully as if
he were fucking my throat.  What had begun tentatively was now something I
never wanted to end!

Every so often he would completely bury his dick into my throat.  My nose
would push into his skin as I swallowed every inch of his manhood.  He
began pumping with more urgency, and I knew he would be cumming soon.  I
prepared to pull away as soon as he began shooting, but for now I increased
my pace matching his thrusting.

His fucking became more fierce, and then all of a sudden I heard him saying
"Here it comes! Here it comes!"  As he said this, however, his hand shoved
my head down to meet his upward thrust, and I found myself completely
pinned as an enormous rush of salty, thick fluid blasted the back of my
throat.  I gagged and sputtered, but I could not pull away, so I was forced
to swallow to try to keep his cum from choking me.  As I tasted more of it,
I found it wasn't as bad as I had expected, and my swallowing became more
relaxed.  As he felt my throat muscles working, his grip on my head relaxed

"Swallow my load baby!"

I wondered silently where he learned all this stuff, but that was only for
a fleeting moment.  It just all felt too good to think about in depth.  As
his orgasm waned he returned to laying on his back, and I found my mouth
following his retreating cock.  As it began to shrink, I moved my mouth to
his balls and enjoyed the feeling of his wiry pubes against my tongue as I
worked the soft skin of his sac.

"You're good!"

When I finished, I covered him back up and started to creep out of the
room.

"You know, you could get me hard again, and then I can fuck you."

My eyes went wide at his suggestion, and I hightailed it out of his room.
I got to my room, head spinning, and stripped out of my clothes and climbed
into bed.  `I can fuck you!'  I repeated the phrase in my head.  What
bothered me the most was that I actually was considering what that would be
like!!  I began stroking my aching cock as I pondered that more, still
tasting his saltiness in my mouth.  I came quickly.  I went to the
restroom, cleaned myself off and then returned to bed and fell asleep.

The next morning Tony was eating at the breakfast table, wearing just his
briefs again.  That really wasn't uncommon.

"Morning Tony."

"Morning Dad."  "Son, did you drink some of my vodka yesterday?"

He looked at me as he stopped chewing his cereal, his deep blue eyes
shimmering in the light from the overhead lamp.

"Be honest."

His white skin turned bright red as he sheepishly answered "Yeah, Dad."

"I don't want you drinking, OK?"

"OK."

As I looked at him, I remembered our night last night, the bright orange
hair surrounding his cock violently ramming into me as his hard flesh
violated my throat.  "At least not when I'm not around to make sure you're
safe."

He looked up at me stunned at this addendum.  "Umm, OK, Dad."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Settled," I said as I sat down and joined him in breakfast.

He finished first and went back to his room to get ready for school.  I was
cleaning the dishes as he came into the kitchen.  "You gonna be late again
tonight?" he asked.

"Nope.  On time for dinner."

"Cool.  See you then," he said, giving me a firm hug and then heading out
the door.

I watched him leave the house and noticed the faint smell of his cologne
briefly hanging in the air.  It excited me.  I shook my head as if that
would help clear the fog and finished dressing and went to work.

When I came home, Tony was passed out on the couch, the TV still on.  I
walked over and sniffed.  I didn't smell any alcohol.  This wasn't the
first time he had fallen asleep on the couch, so I decided not to worry.
As my eyes moved away from his face, I took note that he was clad only in
his underwear. Boxers this time.  He must've showered and changed when he
got home from practice.  I noticed that the fly of his blue and green
striped boxers was open like a fish's mouth.  My pulse quickened as I
visualized his cock in my mind's eye.

I walked silently to his side and peered into the hole.  I could make out
part of the flaccid shaft.  Unable to control myself, I reached into the
fly and carefully lifted shifted it until I could see his dick.  I glanced
up toward his face and noticed his arm was resting against the arm of the
couch, his brightly colored pit hairs ablaze against his skin.  I shifted
my vision back to his cock, and then I gently stroked it with my finger.  I
swiftly peered at his face again intently looking for any signs of
impending awakening.  Assured he was still sleeping soundly, I gave thanks
he was a heavy sleeper and then once again slid my finger along the spongy
skin of his cock.

I found myself getting excited as I noticed his cock beginning to stiffen.
I stimulated the helmet once again as it began to rise up from his body.  I
guided his cock out through the fly as he continued to spring to life.  I
knelt down and inhaled the scent of his deodorant soap still lingering in
his crotch.  And then, once again, I lowered my mouth onto his hardening
cock.  It wasn't as enjoyable as last night when he was so much an active
participant, but I still found immense pleasure in how his rod felt in my
mouth.

I didn't have to wait long for things to change, though.  Soon his hand was
resting on my head guiding me up and down again.  I didn't pause to think
what this must mean.  I just intensified pleasuring him.  I tried rubbing
his balls through the thin fabric of his boxers, but it just wasn't the
same.  I tried sliding my fingers up the leg of his underwear, but that
wasn't working either.  I gave up when I saw his hands pushing his boxers
down.  I grabbed them as they lowered and shoved them down his legs,
yanking them off of feet, his legs moving apart allowing me access to my
precious treasure.

Then it hit me.  My head snapped toward his face, and my gaze was instantly
met by his sapphire eyes.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw his hand
returning to my head.  I watched his lips move as he said: "Don't stop now,
Dad."  I hesitated, scared out of my mind, but his hand guided my mouth
back to his cock, and I forgot about everything else.  "I wondered if I had
dreamt all that last night, but now I know it wasn't a dream," he said as
his hand held my head down while his pelvis began feeding his cock into my
throat.

I was slightly paralyzed as his words funneled into my mind.

"Come on Dad.  Do it like you did last night."

His humping became more forceful, and I decided to simply surrender to the
moment rather than try to think.  As I began to devour his luscious meat,
he voiced his approval: "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about."  I stopped
sucking his cock only momentarily so I could work his balls.  His moaning
lit me on fire, and I hungrily returned to his cock, shoving it into my
throat.

He now had both hands on my head, his hips thrusting upward so that his ass
lifted off the couch.  He began aggressively fucking my throat.  I became
even more greedy as his pace increased knowing he was nearing orgasm.  His
humping became furious, his body quivering as he pounded my face.  A few
more thrusts, and he buried the entire shaft into my throat and unleashed
his load, his grip firm on my head.  I made no attempt to move back.  I
wanted his young juice desperately!

When I was done I let go of his cock and sat down on the floor, dizzy from
the experience.  After a few moments of silence, he spoke first.  "Dad, can
you hand me my boxers please?"

I handed them to him and watched as he slid them back on.

"You OK Dude?"

"Huh?" I asked.  "Yeah.  Yeah, I'm fine."

"You look . . . weird."

"I'm just. . . I don't know."

"It's cool Dad."

I watched him getting up from the couch.  "Yeah, totally."  I stayed on the
floor as he walked toward the kitchen.  "Looking forward to next time."

I stared in his direction, a look of shock clearly obvious.  "Next time?"

All I heard was "Duh!"


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