Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Playing Doctor #1 by Xavier L This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his teenager 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 Xavier L. 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. Two weeks ago I had to take my 13-year-old son Scott to the doctor's for his sports physical for school. He passed with flying colors, but the doctor discovered one of Scott's testicles hadn't come down yet. The doctor wanted to just monitor the situation before recommending surgery to help it come down. So I was instructed to check him "regularly" to see if the testicle came down at all, especially after a shower. He said sometimes they're like yo-yos in teens, but that if it stayed up all the time he might need to go in. So tonight it was time to check him. After he showered I joined him in his room. I sat on his bed while he stood in front of me, a navy blue towel wrapped around his small waist. The look in his bright blue eyes told me how nervous he was. I reassured him and then gently slid my hand between the folds of the towel. His sack was mostly smooth with only a few hairs. I found myself getting aroused as I felt for his hidden nut. My hand brushed up against Scott's dick a few times, and I noticed on the last pass his cock was beginning to stiffen. "Feels like it's still up there Scott," I said, my fingers continuing their search, further stimulating him to a full erection. "It's OK son," I reassured him. I found the whole scene highly erotic and my fingers began massaging his dick gently. Scott stood their motionless as I began to slowly jerk him off. I parted the towel freeing his dick. It was a pretty decent size for someone his age. I could see a thin patch of hair above his cock. I stared at his cock and felt drawn to it. Unthinkingly I moved my head nearer to it and could smell the scent of soap from his body. I found my lips parting and slowly admitting his dick into my mouth. My body heated up instantly as his flesh entered my mouth. I heard him moan softly as my lips engulfed his cock, but otherwise he stood there rigid, motionless. I began sliding back and forth on his dick savoring its length against my tongue, the satiny skin filling my mouth. I reached up and pulled him closer to me as I swallowed his young manhood. My hands ran up and down his naked back while I took the remaining portion of his cock into me. I grabbed his towel-clad hips and moved them back and forth in a fucking motion. I then untied the towel and let it fall away from his slightly damp body, my hands firmly grabbing onto his bare ass cheeks while I continued to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. He had a tight, firm ass which felt incredible beneath my fingers. I continued sucking my son's cock as I heard him utter "Unh, unh," and then I felt him go more rigid as a salty sweet taste rushed into my mouth. When I tasted more filling my mouth, I realized I was eating my son's cum. This made me hunger even more deeply, and I swallowed it as if it was a precious nectar. When his cock stopped its spasm, I let it fall from my lips and I gently began sucking on the one ball I could find. I heard Scott suck in his breath as I worked on his nut. I pulled back and looked up at Scott. His eyes were closed, I suppose in pleasure. I explored his body gently, running my hands up his tight stomach to his small chest and lightly fingering his nipples. Coming to my senses, I stood up nervously. He was now looking up at me. "Scott, I. . . please don't tell anyone." "I won't Dad." I reached down and impulsively hugged him, pulling his naked body into mine. "Go ahead and get dressed, son." I then walked out of the room slightly light-headed as I thought about what I had just done. Scott did his homework at the table while I fixed us something for dinner. We ate in awkward silence. After watching a movie together, he gave me a goodnight kiss on the cheek and went to bed. After a couple of hours, I decided to go to bed as well. As I passed his room, I stopped. I've always enjoyed watching my children sleep. They look so peaceful, so . . . angelic. I opened his door quietly and slipped into his room. I tiptoed to the side of his bed and knelt down. As my eyes adjusted I could see that he was asleep. The sheet was pulled down to just below his chest. I know he sleeps in his underwear, and the image from earlier today invaded my mind once again. Again heat swept through my body, and my cock began to harden. I softly said his name. When he didn't respond, I slipped my hand beneath the sheet and quickly found the outside of his underwear. He was wearing briefs, and I could trace the outline of his cock through the cotton. I continued tracing the shape of his dick as it began to come to life. I continued stroking it through his underwear regularly gazing at his face to make sure he was still asleep. As it grew to almost full size, I lifted up the sheet and pulled it aside so that his groin was uncovered. I slipped my hand beneath the elastic waistband and once again gripped his firm rod. My mouth began salivating, and I was filled with desire. I gently pushed the white briefs down to his ankles. I spread his legs apart and began kissing his inner thighs, working my way up to his sack. I took his nut into my mouth and explored the skin of the sack with my tongue. I then let it fall out of my mouth softly as I ran my tongue up the shaft of his cock. As soon as my mouth arrived at the tip of his throbbing dick, I greedily swallowed it. This time I savored it more, slowly going up and down the shaft while my hands continued to explore his body. I could hear him mumbling softly. He looked asleep, but I was sure he was feigning it. As his breathing changed, I slid my hands under his bare ass and repeated the fucking movements from earlier. Every so often I would stop sucking and kiss up and down his torso, lightly sucking on his nipples before planting his dick back in my moist mouth. I went back to sucking my son. I could feel him getting nearer to orgasm, and so I increased my rhythm until his pelvis lifted up burying his cock deeper in my mouth as its liquid treasure was unleashed into my throat. I relished the flavor of his juice as I continued to milk it from his rod. After he stopped cumming, I stared at his body while his cock continued to shrink. Regretfully I pulled his underwear back up, covered him with the sheet and then went to my room where I promptly relieved myself. I continued my nightly visits through the rest of the week. That weekend was his Scouts campout. I was going as an adult leader. That first night it was hard not to go for a repeat performance, but I was nervous with others being around even though we had the privacy of our own tent which was a decent distance from other ones. The next morning they woke the boys up early for the Scout version of a polar bear dip. I watched Scott change into his trunks, his morning wood shrinking rapidly as he stripped out of his underwear. I wished him luck as I stayed in the warmth and comfort of my sleeping bag. When Scott returned he was quickly trying to rid himself of the cold trunks. His skin appeared bluish, and he was shivering. Without thinking I opened up my bag and motioned for him to join me. "Come on, you're freezing!" I said. I saw a brief look of doubt on his face, but the possibility of warming up overrode that. He dove inside the opened bag, his nude body quickly backing up against me. I wrapped my arms around his cold body, my legs covering his as I transferred the heat from my body to his. As his bare ass pushed against my cock, which was covered by my flannel boxers, I could feel it responding. I could smell the lake water in his hair. As my I gripped him into a firmer hug, he nuzzled against me. "Is that better?" I asked. He nodded his head in response, pulling the sleeping bag closer around us. As I felt the chill even out between us and warmth return, having his naked body against mine proved too much. He didn't seem to notice my hard dick pressing against him. As I heard silence descend in the camp once more, I found my hand sliding down his torso until it found his soft dick. I began caressing it with my fingers, and I felt it growing beneath my touch. When he didn't make a move to pull away, I began kissing his neck, gently sucking the soft skin there. I moved so he could lay more on his back, and I felt his legs spread voluntarily as my hand continued stroking him. His blonde hair was matted against his forehead as I kissed him there. I then kissed him softly on the lips and began working my way down to his hard dick. As I shifted my position, he moved onto his back, his legs spread wide, his cock twitching as it stood straight up from his body. I quickly went down on him. As his dick entered my mouth, he began pumping with his hips. With him taking a more active role, I was pushed to a deep lust, and I devoured his firm flesh while he fucked my mouth, becoming more and more aggressive as the tension built within him. I began sucking him faster as his pumping became more urgent, and then, like before, his body slammed against mine as his cum flooded into my throat. After swallowing his load, I returned to my previous place in the bag where I held my son until the noise of chaos that only a group of teenage boys can make intruded into our moment. It was time to get dressed and join the rest of the troop. I hated to have to release my son from my embrace. As he got out of the sleeping bag, he leaned over and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I watched him dress, his body disappearing beneath his uniform and wondered what would change between us because of this morning. Watch for part 2!