My Son's Christmas Wish
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his preteen son. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

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 I was walking by my son's bedroom when I heard him say, “I can't say that to my dad!” That caught my attention, so I stopped and listened at the door. “Yeah, right. How are you supposed to tell your dad that your biggest Christmas wish is that he'd fuck you?”

I felt the blood drain from my face.

“Gee, nice cock, Dad. How about you stick it in my ass?” his voice went on to say. “Whatever, dude. You're crazy.”

As the topic of conversation switched, I continued down the hallway. I decided on some whiskey instead of the beer I was originally craving. It wasn't a surprise to me that my kid was into guys. I had suspected it since he was little. But into his dad? That was just . . . I didn't know what to think. And I definitely didn't expect that from a 12-year-old!

A few minutes later, he came into the kitchen to get something. When he saw me, he flushed a little and didn't make eye contact. He was wearing pajama bottoms, and I chided myself when I checked out his butt. I had a little flash of a vision of his naked body beneath mine as I humped that small ass.

I shook my head to get the thought out and poured myself another drink.

“Whiskey before lunch?” Dylan noted.

“It's the Christmas season. You're supposed to be merry.”

He gave me that look that said “Okkkkayyyyy” and walked away.
Over the next couple of days I found myself continuing to think about what had happened. It didn't help that was I super horny and hadn't had sex in a long time. Not only did I miss fucking and getting head, but there was also that connection with someone that was nice sometimes.

Matters were made only worse when I was walking by his bathroom as he came out from his shower. He was as naked as the day he was born, and I couldn't help but look at his bare ass as he passed me. I felt like such a perv as my dick started to get hard.

You know you're bad off when you catch yourself trying to justify popping your kid's cherry—He's the one who brought it up. He's obviously given it a lot of thought. He really wants it, and it's been such a long time . . . 

I thought going for a run would help, but I kept getting flashes of that small ass. I had to jack off as soon as I got in the shower.

Nighttime wasn't better because he would cuddle with me on the couch while watching TV shows. I had to constantly readjust my hard-on so he wouldn't notice. And then I would feel like shit that I was even getting hard at the thought of fucking my son.

Finally, Christmas morning arrived. I woke up early and lay there thinking. My cock was rock hard and throbbing and all I could think of was my hard dick burying itself between Dylan's small, perfect cheeks. I grabbed some lube and put it on my hard meat so I could rub one out, but my lust took over. 

I found myself getting up and walking into Dylan's room. He was on his side facing the wall which made it even more perfect for me. “See, it's a sign,” I convinced myself. I slid beneath his blankets and embraced him. 

Immediately, I found the waistband of his boxers and began shoving them down. “Dad?” I heard Dylan's sleepy voice say. “What are you doing?” I felt his hand on mine as I reached his other hip. I began rubbing his morning rocket.

“Giving you your Christmas wish.” I yanked his boxers down to his knees.

“What?” he asked sounding slightly horrified.

“I heard you on the phone the other day.” I grabbed my dick and slid it into his ass cheeks.

He reached back with his hand and felt my hard dick right before the head pressed against his hole. I felt a little resistance as I pushed the mushroom tip into the entrance.

“Ohmigawd!” he said. “Dad. . . I . . . “

“Shhh,” I whispered into his ear. “It's okay. I'm going to make sweet love to my little boy just like he wanted.” By now more of my throbbing meat had burrowed into his tight hole. It was even tighter than I had imagined. “You want to be romantic fucked or fucked hard?”

“I . . . I . . . “

I began sucking on his neck. 

“Oh gawd.”

 I began slowly humping him trying to get his ass muscles to relax. I began kissing his face as the fire of my passion burst throughout my body. His mouth was open slightly. I turned his face toward mine, and I tongue kissed him. More of my cock sank into him and he whimpered as we kissed.

I don't know why, but kissing him like this unleashed my lust. I pulled out and rolled him onto his back. I yanked his legs into the air, practically ripped his boxers off his legs, and reinserted my dick into his hole. I kissed him hard as my cock went deeper inside him.

“Dad, ohmigawd Dad!”

“Are you enjoying your Christmas present, son?”

“Oh yes. YES!” His legs were on my shoulders as I began fucking him a little harder. His moaning and rough breath turned me on in ways I didn't understand, and I started fucking him even harder. I pushed my body forward more which made his ass rise into the air more, and then I plunged my cock in further. His nails dug into my back as his ass swallowed the rest of my hard meat.

I kissed him fiercely as I picked up speed fucking him. I was really close to orgasm, and as much as I wanted to make this last  I knew that was no way I could slow down. I wanted him more than anything, and my hips were moving on their own.

I drove my cock as deep as I could, and a few moments later my body locked as my jizz exploded inside my son. When my orgasm began to ebb, I kissed him more gently. I straightened my body and ran my hands down his tight belly. As I got near his dick, I found some wetness. “Did you cum?”

“Yes,” he said almost sheepishly.

“Well, aren't you a big boy now?” I joked. I leaned down and kissed him again not wanting to remove the sweet embrace of his hole. When I finally got up from his bed, I said: “Merry Christmas, Dylan.”

“Merry Christmas, Dad!”

I went to my room to pee and wipe my dick off. I threw on my robe and went to the kitchen to get some coffee. Shortly after, Dylan came out dressed just in his pajama bottoms. I watched him as he sat cross-legged and handed me a gift before starting to open his own.

I had never paid much attention to his body before, but this morning I found myself appreciating his developing muscles. He had the beginning of six-pack abs. His blue eyes seemed even brighter today. Perhaps that was the afterglow of sex?

After opening all his gifts, he sat down on the couch next to me and gave me a big hug. I looked down into eyes and could feel the heat rising within me again. What the fuck! It was like I was a teenager again. I leaned down and gently kissed him. When his lips part, I slowly advanced my tongue into his mouth.

As we kissed, my dick grew. I undid the belt on my robe, and with my hand I took hold of his head and began pushing it downward. He looked down to see my hard cock. At first he looked a bit surprised, but then he smiled and lowered himself. Fire swept through me as my dick slid into his hot mouth. “Oh, Dylan!” I breathed.

This was supposed to be a one time thing I thought to myself as he lovingly blew me. I knew that was bullshit now. I was already addicted to his ass and now his mouth. It wasn't the best blowjob I've ever had, but just the sight of my son's blonde hair moving up and down as he sucked my cock was enough.

After a bit, I moved his head back up and we kissed some more. I pushed him backward so that he lay on the couch. I could see the tent in his PJs. I went to his belly button which was part innie and part outie. I began kissing there and moved my way up his thin torso. “I never realized how hot you were, Dyl.”

“I am?”

“Fuck yes.” I never thought I'd say that about another guy, much less my kid, but it's how I felt right now. I took hold of his bottoms and slowly pulled them down and off his thin legs. I spread his legs and gently massaged his balls. Because his hair was so light, it was difficult to see the little bit of peach fuzz he had on his scrotum and above his dick. 

I took hold of his hard-on and slowly moved my hand up and down. His eyes seemed to burn even brighter. I shoved the robe off my shoulders and stretched out over his body and kissed him deeply. “I need to be inside you again,” I said. I lifted up as he rolled over onto his tummy.

I guided my cock to his hole and entered him again. His ass moved up a bit as my rod slowly buried itself. I grabbed one of the throw pillows and put it under his hips as I continued feeding my dick to his hole. I nibbled on his ear before saying, “I hope you know this isn't just for today. I'm going to need that hot ass a lot.”

“It feels so good, Daddy.”

“I want to feel you swallowing my cum, too. Did you like sucking my cock?”

“Yes, I did.”

I kissed his cheek as my body pressed against his. Our flesh felt hot as it touched. I slid my arms beneath him and wrapped him in an embrace as I began fucking him. I didn't know why he seemed to completely undo me. I wanted to lick every inch of his body as my meat filled his hole. I did think it was incredibly hot how he surrendered his body to me.

My hips moved up and down as my hands ran down the length of his thin arms. Our fingers intertwined as I increased my pace. Once again I wanted to edge but knew that was going to be impossible. His ass's tight grip on my rod was too much, and it spurred me to pound him faster and harder no matter what my brain wanted.

After several deep thrusts which made him moan loudly, I did manage to slow down and just keep it buried in his ass for a bit before ramming it into him again. I couldn't believe how good it felt to feel our naked bodies crushed together like this. I ran my hands up and down his bare sides before I returned to fucking him.

A father shouldn't feel this way about his son, but I couldn't have cared less right now. Nothing felt more right than having my hard cock buried to the hilt in my boy's ass. “I so fucking love you, Dyl.”

“I love you, too, Daddy. VERY much!”

I guided him so that we were both on our knees. Grabbing firmly onto his hips I began pounding him again. I gave his ass a playful smack and chuckled at how he jumped a little. His moans were coming faster and louder, and I suspected he was nearing climax. I took hold off his hard little dick and jerked it as I plowed into him. 

About two seconds later his tool was twitching in my hand. I could feel just a little bit of wetness, and I looked at my hand. There was only a tiny bit, and it was almost clear. Out of curiosity, I licked it. There was pretty much no taste.

I fucked him hard for a little longer. I could feel my orgasm was getting closer now, too. I pulled out of him and sat down. I had him straddle my legs while he faced me. I held onto my cock as he sat on it. We kissed fiercely as he lowered himself down until he was sitting in my lap. He threw his arms around my neck as we tongue kissed. I moved my hips up and down as he raised and lowered himself.

Soon he had his feet planted on the couch so he could fuck himself better. He was riding me hard, and a few moments later I held onto him as my dick exploded into his ass. It was a much bigger load than I expected, and my cock twitched fiercely as it unloaded.

I buried my face into the side of his neck as my orgasm coursed through me. “Fuck, I just can't get enough of you, son.” He kissed me on the forehead as his ass squeezed my meat making it twitch some more.

We made out as my dick slowly  shrank. I suggested we take a hot bath together, to which he readily agreed. He lay against me as we sat in the tub, and I let my hands and fingers explore his body.

After our bath and drying off, we lay on my bed making out while naked before falling asleep. I awoke first, and I just lay there enjoying looking at his naked body and the peaceful angelic look on his face. I didn't understand how I felt, but I decided to just enjoy it.

I got up and returned to the living room and put my robe back on. I made breakfast, and the smell woke him up. He came in, found his bottoms and put them back on before joining me at the table. Part of me didn't want him to put clothes back on, but I also realized that having him around me naked would probably undo me and I honestly didn't know how much my dick could take.

After breakfast we cuddled some more before we had to head to my sister's for the rest of Christmas festivities. “I kind of wish we didn't have to go to Aunt Tammy's,” he said.

“Me, too, buddy.”

It was hard to keep my hands and eyes off him. What was wrong with me? I wondered.

We held hands in the car while I drove. It was a bit weird but also felt like the most natural thing in the world. When we got inside the house and had taken off our shoes, he hugged me and began tongue kissing me. I squeezed his ass cheeks through his pants.

He stepped back and smiled as he took hold of my belt buckle. I watched as he undid my belt and pants and let them down. Then he slowly slid my boxer briefs down and let them drop to the floor. I stepped out of them as he sank to his knees. I watched his blue eyes intently as he looked up at me as he took my stiff dick into his mouth. His eyes closed as he seemed to take great pleasure in having my manhood in his mouth.

I watched as my cock appeared and disappeared between his red lips. There was something incredibly hot about watching my son blow me. After awhile, I grabbed onto his arms and moved him to his feet. We kissed some more before heading to my bedroom.

In my room, I removed him from all his clothes and took off my shirt. I lay down on the bed, and he returned my cock to his mouth. I played with his stiffy a while before deciding I would join him. I moved him onto his side and started blowing him.

After doing 69 for a bit, he stopped and covered my body with his. We tongue kissed briefly before he looked me in the eyes and said, “Daddy, fuck me.”

“Gladly,” I replied as we moved into position. This was definitely the best Christmas ever.