Fucking My Son For The First Time

The neighbor seemed nice enough. Although Charles had to admit that socializing was more Susan’s job and now that she had left and was busy with her new, much more hip friends that he didn’t give a damn about what any of them thought. It didn’t seem to matter at the moment, the man seemed intent on speaking with him though and no matter how diligently Charles pretended to ignore him, he wasn’t giving up. “Mr. Hunt,” here he was, calling out to Charles again and he was already more than halfway up the sidewalk.

There seemed to be no way of getting out of it and Charles could feel his shoulders slope a bit, he had lost. The neighbors had won and he would have never guessed that it was Susan’s knack for this type of things is one of the things that he missed the most about her. “Can I help you?” he barked at the neighbor. He didn’t have to try to sound like he was really telling him to go to hell, for Charles Hunt, it just came naturally.

“Hey, I’m Doug Riley, we live next door,” the man made a face, neither of them seemed to be sure how to navigate this and apparently it was something that Mrs. Riley couldn’t handle. The man pointed at Charles’ front door, “can I come in for a second?”


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Nothing in Charles wanted to say yes. It was his Saturday, a day that he had come to look forward to in its tedium. He worked on the yard and did odd jobs around the house and although in the back of his mind, he knew that it was all in a vain attempt not to feel lonely, it didn’t matter. Charles would be tired by seven thirty and fall asleep watching a movie on the couch. Another day in the rear view, another day closer to feeling normal again. Doug was disturbing his new routine but there was something about the desperate look on his face that made Charles ignore his instinct. “Sure,” he waved at the neighbor and opened the screen door, inviting the man inside. Once he had closed the door behind them, Charles watched as Doug shoved his hands down into his pockets as if he were too nervous to trust himself not to fidget and he figured that an awkward conversation was coming. “What can I help you with?” he asked with a fake smile plastered across his face.

For all of his urgency, Doug didn’t seem as if he knew exactly where to begin. He cleared his throat and coughed, then asked, “Ashton’s your son, right?”

Charles nodded and didn’t say a word. Ashton was a good kid so if this asshole came over here to give him grief about his son, Charles was going to end this even sooner than he had planned to.

Doug nodded to himself and made fists in his pockets, “well, you know that Ashton comes over occasionally. He helps me with the model car I’ve been building.”

It wasn’t a question and Charles didn’t know that but rather than look like a shitty parent, he lied and told the neighbor, “yeah, of course, Ashton told me.”

Doug blushed, “well, we talk a lot and I’m not really sure how it happened,” the man couldn’t look him in the eye and Charles felt his pulse throb at his temple. “I didn’t think anything of it but, well, your son unzipped my pants and was touching my cock,” after the confession, Charles watched as his neighbor gave him the most inappropriate grin.

Sounded like bullshit to Charles and he narrowed his eyes, he could feel the furrow in his brow as he regarded the neighbor. More likely that he was the one reaching into Ashton’s jeans, “are you sure about this, Doug? There isn’t something that you’d like to confess?” he muttered.

Doug took a step back, “no, sir. No, I’m not gay and I told Ashton that and when he put his hand down in my boxers and grabbed,” Charles watched him struggle with repeating the word, “grabbed me, I walked away. I asked him not to come back to the house but I started thinking about it and I just wanted to clear the air with you.”

Charles crossed his arms over his chest, “Ashton’s an adult, so I don’t know why you would need to tell me.”

The neighbor looked immediately relieved and suddenly the reason that Doug was here was abundantly clear. He was worried that was even more inappropriate than he had thought and Charles wondered if the man didn’t regret turning him down now, at least a little. “Jeez, look at me, making things worse,” Doug took two steps backwards to the door, it was almost as if he couldn’t get away fast enough, “I’m so sorry. I guess it was just, when he was touching me, he called me Daddy.”

Now it was Charles’ turn to blush. He closed the distance between them, reached for the door handle, turned it and gestured to the yard. “Well, I’m sure that it was all just a misunderstanding and I will make sure that you don’t see Ashton again,” watching him leave, Charles knew that he would have pushed Doug off of his doorstep if he thought the man would keep his mouth shut.

As soon as Charles closed the door behind him, he closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. No, the neighbor wasn’t the guy who could keep a secret and within a day or two, he had to assume that Doug would tell his story. Worse, he’d probably embellish and even though Charles didn’t want to be friends with any of them, he also didn’t need to feel their eyes on him. Charles still hadn’t come to terms with any of it and he was too warm under his shirt and it felt as if all the blood in his body were moving much too quickly.

Susan had left him with this mess and even though Charles didn’t blame her, he still could have used some help. She and her son were two peas in a pod. She should have understood better than anyone, or at least she should have tried. Charles was an outsider looking in, the boy didn’t even bear the slightest resemblance to him. Charles was tall, dark-haired, almost swarthy after working outside so much, he was broad-chested and solid. He’d always been a foot taller than his wife and more than a foot wider and he used to joke about how the boy took after his mother.

Blonde and petite, willowy, Susan had taken ballet for years and with her tiny frame, she could have gone far if she hadn’t chosen architecture instead. His wife and her pale, creamy skin, her slender limbs, her light blue eyes that looked so far away, Charles missed her everyday and yet he knew that all he had to do to get his fill of Susan was to look at Ashton.

Now that his son had grown his hair to his shoulders, he looked exactly like Susan, especially from behind. Charles could see the resemblance, both of them staring out the window expectantly, probably both wishing that they were anywhere but here and now, she was. She had left her doppelganger behind though and Charles couldn’t stop berating himself for what had happened a month ago.

Waking up in the middle of the night, Charles had reached to his right to feel for Susan. It was instinctual after all of these years and in the place halfway between asleep and awake, he forgot all of it and smiled to himself as he thought that she must be downstairs getting a snack.

Sure enough, there she was, in the kitchen, her pale body glowed in the moonlight, the midnight around her. The light caressing her from behind, touching the tangle of blonde hair that had fallen forward, her skin was the same color as her white tee-shirt and she knew that it drove Charles crazy to feel her just like this. “Baby,” he came up behind her and his face found the warm nook that he liked to kiss, a small place on her throat that sometimes smelled of her floral perfume and tonight he searched for her scent with his mouth. A kiss there and then another a little further up, almost nibbling her buttery ear lobe and then one a little further down, closer to her shoulder and if Susan would allow it, he’d strip the tee-shirt off of her right here and push her small body up against the island. “There you are,” he sounded so pleased to have found her, “what are you doing down here all alone, baby?” Charles burrowed his face into her sheath of blonde hair as his right hand reached around her body. Cupping her tiny, left breast, her skin was so soft and supple. She had bee sting breasts and Susan’s whole body would shiver when he licked her nipples. She was so responsive and her first moan was a reminder of just how long it had been.

When she answered, “I was just thinking about you,” it was a kitten’s purr and her voice traveled straight to the head of his cock. Charles was instantly hard, from root to tip, his dick pulsated in the front of his boxers, his manhood was already seeking out the bottom hem of her tee-shirt and he spilled precum on the front of his underwear as he though about parting her thin thighs and holding her dainty hands flat to the marble counter. “Oh yes,” she arched her back and it was like she had never left at all. It was like all of the other midnight couplings that they had shared over the years, Susan panting just like that, her mouth open. Her back coated with a little sweat, her ripe nipple hot and feeling as if it were about to burst under his touch, “please, Daddy,” she begged him.

It was then that Charles froze, it seemed that even his heart had stopped beating and the next breath he took was a gasp from somewhere deep inside. His hand was still fondling the nipple and his dick was still out. His manhood had escaped through the opening in his boxers and the slippery head had found its way to the tee-shirt, intent on making its way to the hot, velvety destination that it craved.

He had to force himself to take a step back before it was too late. “Ashton,” Charles had been so close to pushing the tee-shirt off and he wasn’t sure, even as his body seemed to revolt, his stomach churned, his heart trembled in his chest like far off thunder. If he had gotten the boy naked, he didn’t think he could have stopped. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” he had asked but each word was a struggle to say.

How could he accuse Ashton of anything? All the boy had done was look just like his mother and that was a mix of genes and nothing more. Charles was the pervert who had brought his nipple to a thudding point and rubbed the tip of his dick along the boy’s warm crack. Ashton didn’t make it any better though when he turned around and reached for him, arms open wide but this wasn’t for a father son embrace, this was something completely different. His son’s erection was small and Charles watched as it flailed, poking out from the bottom of the shirt, “Daddy, please, don’t stop,” his son hadn’t wanted it to end. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered and then stopped in his tracks.

His son must have known that he was dangerously close and Charles could hear his heartbeat, then his breath, then another beat and nothing else and when he turned to leave the boy, he ran.

Charles had still been hard two hours later, he could see his thick cock standing at attention under the blanket, making a tent, sending an almost constant reminder of what he needed so badly with every breath. Every nerve was alive and when he clasped his cock in his palm and squeezed just a little, he closed his eyes and in his mind, he went back to the kitchen.

He was haunted. The boy had even ruined masturbation and although it could hardly be Ashton’s fault, it wasn’t as though his son had done anything with malicious intent but it didn’t matter how many times Charles murmured, “oh, Susan,” while touching himself, there was another name on the tip of his tongue.

That night, he hadn’t said it out loud but he knew in his heart that he had climaxed thinking of the boy.

Part 2

“Did you try to jerk off the neighbor, Ashton? Really, what the fuck?” Charles hadn’t even knocked on his son’s door and even though the boy was eighteen and entitled to some privacy, he had to admit that lately, he had almost wanted to catch him doing something.

Ashton was sitting in the middle of his bed, wearing only shorts. His laptop between his legs and the blonde boy was upset that his father didn’t have the courtesy to knock, Charles could tell. He got the same two, small, red points at the center of each cheek when he was on the verge of exploding, just like his mother. It was something that hardly ever happened, they were both good-natured and easy-going.

Which explained why the two men hadn’t ever said a word about what had happened that night, although the whole thing was burned into Charles’ brain. “Hey, Dad,” Ashton gave him half a smile and Charles noticed for the first time that his son had the same, curvy lower lip that Susan had.

He’d nibbled and sucked on that lower lip a thousand times. Probably more and it was one of the most amazing feelings in the world, the sensation of that lower lip gliding over the head of his cock, on her way down as her tongue began to meander over his dripping slit. He had to stop and Charles lingered near the door, anxiously shifting from one foot to the other, he wouldn’t allow himself to get hard, not again, not like this. “Don’t hey dad me,” he barked at the boy, studying his son’s body, unsure of where to let his eyes rest. “Doug came over and said that you were trying to jerk him off?” he asked it like a question but he had assumed that it was true.

Ashton must be a faggot, with a build like that. What was the word? Twink, Charles winced when he said it again to himself, his son was a twink, short, thin, soft, there wasn’t a line of muscle in his arms or his legs. In fact now that he was studying the boy on the bed, Charles thought that he was even a bit more girlish than he had been a month ago, his waist seemed smaller and his hips flared a little. A twink indeed, no wonder Doug had to ascertain his age, the boy still had an almost white bit of down on his face and not a trace of a beard or mustache. As far as Charles knew, his son had never shaved and didn’t need to. He appeared to be hairless except for the blonde locks that teased his shoulders, which Ashton flipped back with his left hand. “I was just following his lead,” Ashton shrugged, “Doug’s just nervous. He doesn’t want his wife to know.”

Charles wondered if he weren’t just a little jealous, “I’m sure that he doesn’t want his wife to know that you’re over there touching his cock,” he sounded much more disgusted than he actually was.

Ashton looked his father in the eye, those clear, deep, light blue eyes made you stop in your tracks and pay attention. Susan had frequently drawn his eyes up and in and it seemed that Charles had dove into the deep end right away and now, Ashton had him holding his breath. “No, Dad, you don’t get it,” there was a pull between them that had started that night and Charles hated himself as he felt the head of his cock swell in the front of his pants. There was the nipple that he had kneaded between his fingers and maybe his son’s breasts were a little softer, a little rounder than they had been in the front of the tee-shirt, “Doug’s one blowjob away from being gay.”

Charles felt sorry for the guy, a little anyway. Charles knew firsthand what a temptation Ashton had become, “hey,” he snapped, wishing that there was a polite way for him to adjust his dick without Ashton watching, “just because you’re into guys doesn’t mean everyone is.”

Ashton moved the laptop, the expression on his face had changed and there was a flash of heat in his son’s eyes, “yeah, Daddy? I think you might be into guys a little more than you care to admit.”

Charles felt the trickle of sweat bubble at the back of his neck and drip down, winding its way into his shirt. Ashton had moved to the edge of the bed, it was suddenly too hot in here and they were far too close, his son was wearing too few clothes and he’d just realized that he could see the outline of Ashton’s nub in the front of his shorts. The boy had a wet spot there, “don’t be disgusting, Ashton,” Charles barked at him and couldn’t make the quick exit that he’d been counting on. He had to stay, he was compelled, or maybe it wasn’t a decision at all as much as a physical need like water, like air. “Why would you do that with Doug?” he didn’t want to know why, but his voice seemed to be beyond his control and quickly, the rest of Charles’ body was following suit.

Ashton seemed to know exactly what he was doing and Charles was lost, grasping at straws. The boy stood up, shoulders back, completely confident, “why was I touching Doug’s dick?” he asked, his small, almost dainty hands on his own body, “I was horny, it wasn’t really a big deal, Dad.” The boy’s two fingers lingered over the button on his waistband, “Why did I call him Daddy?” he asked as he unbuttoned and then unzipped, “I don’t think I need to explain that, do I Dad?” his voice was feminine and husky, almost like Susan when she would whisper sweet nothings in his ear. “I’ve had a crush on you for as long as I can remember,” Ashton confirmed it as his shorts fell to the floor.

The boy was wearing the tiniest bikini cut underwear, light blue and Charles hated that he had seen them right away and now, he couldn’t look away. The outline of his son’s small cock was even more noticeable now in the satiny material, the center was wet, his slit was coated in precum. Charles was sure that he was watching as Ashton’s cock wiggled, beckoning to his father. “What are you doing, son?” he gasped as the boy closed the gap between them. It was just three steps and he was almost as close to Charles as they had been that night in the kitchen.

“Daddy,” Ashton cooed, looking up as his girlish hands began to explore his body, “I am into guys and I can’t help that but there’s always been only one guy for me,” he plucked both of his tender, pink nipples and Charles decided that it wasn’t a trick of the light, he wasn’t seeing things. His son had a slender waist and his hips were rounder than a boy’s should be, his breasts jiggled a little when he walked, like his mother’s did. “I know you feel it too, Daddy, I’ve always wanted you but I think,” he looked up, licking his lower lip a little, leaving behind a glimmer of his saliva. It would look like that, shiny and a little wet, after sucking his father’s cock as well and Charles forced himself to look away. “I think Mom always knew that there was something between us,” he whimpered, “you knew that it wasn’t her that night,” Ashton cupped his pubescent titties and turned, looking back over his shoulder at his father, “you know you feel it too. You want me as much as I want you, Daddy.”

In the daylight and from the back, he was a younger Susan but this time, Charles didn’t want Ashton to be a replacement for anyone. He had bitten his lip until he’d left two, bloody prints there time and time again since that night, jerking himself hard and fast and quivering as his hand brought him to the precipice and the first gush of semen burst from him just as the almost indescribable pleasure danced down his body. He didn’t want it to be anyone but, “Ashton,” he whispered as he found the boy’s hand and placed it on the hot lump in the center of his pants, “is that what my beautiful, little boy wants? You want your Daddy’s big, hard cock, don’t you? You need your father’s dick inside you, Ashton?”

Ashton massaged his father’s erection between the pleats and Charles felt the tremor in his hand as he touched the belt, as if he were pausing, considering what the consequences of his next actions would be. His son used both hands to unbuckle him and his two buttons and the zipper took almost no time at all. “Yes, Daddy,” the blonde boy confessed just above a whisper, “I’ve always wanted my Daddy’s big, hard cock. Ever since the first time I caught a glimpse of it.” The boy had his pants completely open and down to the top of this thighs, “I’ve dreamed of touching it.” Charles watched it all, almost an out of body experience and yet, it was exquisite, he could feel the little fingers curling in his thick, black coat of fur, “I didn’t even know what sucking a dick was,” his son admitted as he tugged at his briefs, “but my mouth watered when I thought about kissing your beautiful cock, Daddy.”

The underwear dropped to rest on the top of his pants and Charles’ beefy cock swung free, slapping his pelvis, splattering his precum on his hairy thigh before jolting, calling to his son. His beautiful boy sighed as he touched him, grasping Charles’ manhood at the root, sliding his fingers along the veiny shaft, it was too big for his son to close his hand around him but that didn’t stop him from fondling his father. “You think about sucking your father’s cock, little boy? Is that what you think about?” just saying the words made a river of his hot, sticky precum run from his large slit, let alone the picture in his head. “The big dick that made you,” he murmured as the longing that he’d buried inside unfurled, “you want Daddy to fill you up with cum?”

The same picture that had been there since he allowed himself to acknowledge that it hadn’t been Susan calling to him at all that night. It had been Ashton, it had always been Ashton and the sight of his son, a slight, blonde waif, the feel of his buttery skin on Charles’ rough, hairy body, the feminine line of his back but it had been there all along. He would feel like a boy when his father penetrated his pink, smooth rear entry. “Oh, Daddy,” Ashton stroked him and the sweet voice sent a tingle from Charles’ heavy ball sack, up his thick girth, all the way to the tip, “yes, I want you in my mouth, I want to taste your cock, I want to feel my Daddy in my throat.”

He was right, wasn’t he? Susan must have known and Charles had tried to convince himself that he was an impenetrable shield but perhaps there had been a look, a lingering, hungry look that had passed from him to the boy. No matter what he had done to camouflage it, Susan was always smarter than him.

Although maybe he was over thinking this. Maybe she had just checked his porn or his browser history, it had been his obsession for far longer than Charles would ever care to admit. The sexy, little twinks with the big, blue eyes and the innocent, almost angelic faces, androgynous and smooth, limpid, yielding, the girly boys that he would jerk it to had always had one thing in common. “Oh, baby boy,” Charles ran his hands through Ashton’s long, blonde hair, “Daddy wants your wet mouth on his cock. Daddy wants you to milk his big, hard dick so much.”

He had never said it out loud. It had always been forbidden and when Ashton dropped to his knees in front of Charles, not even asking, never hesitating, Charles felt his legs shake as he watched his son press a sweet, closed-mouth kiss to the head of his father’s dick. “Daddy,” he whispered, “yes, I always wanted this, for so long,” his son closed his eyes and his long, light brown lashes touched his cheeks, just like the cherubic boys that used to occupy the screen and later, Charles’ imagination. “Fill me up,” was his son’s last request as the tip of his tongue fluttered over his father’s slit.

Charles held his breath as he watched, his beautiful boy was licking the salty liquid from the bulging head of his cock. It was something that he had convinced himself was wrong so very long ago, and all it had taken was a look and a seductive whisper and all resolve had melted in a matter of seconds. Despite all of the promises that he had made to himself, there he was, all resolve gone. Ashton, his son, mouth open, tongue bathing the dick that had made him. The one cock that was forbidden to him and in a desperate, last ditch attempt to hold himself back, Charles somehow took a step back.

Shaking his head, he could see the pained expression on Ashton’s face and no one wanted it more than he did. “No, we can’t,” he shuddered, there was no time to get his pants back up, no time to explain, seconds counted here. There were just seconds between a timely escape and pumping his son full of creamy cum, as he howled in delight, satiated finally, calling out, “yes, Ashton, drink your Daddy’s cum, take it all, little boy.”

Once he had crossed the threshold, he shut Ashton’s door behind him and once he turned, Charles didn’t look back.

Part 3

He had come here before, several times actually and it had always wound up with Charles, excruciatingly hard and lonely, a lump in his pants and one in his throat as he thought of the impossible and lusted after it one more time.

He wanted to fuck his son.

Charles groaned once again as he rubbed his face with his hand and then pushed his wavy, dark hair back into place. It was worse than that really, and he was particularly ashamed at the fact that it had begun long ago and he’d used Susan as his excuse.

He had never thought of himself as gay and he still didn’t. Even here, cruising the parking lot at the adult bookstore, a place that was known for anonymous, gay sex and the occasional male prostitute, Charles wouldn’t call it gay. His longing was singular and the rest of his life, he’d only been attracted to women.

He shivered as he sighed, staring out into the dark night and asking himself yet again, why Ashton then? He’d never been able to answer that in all the years that he’d been milling it over and today, the lust had proven to be too much. Like a beast inside him, it had almost taken over and it hadn’t mattered how many times Charles had imagined taking Ashton, he’d promised himself that he wouldn’t.

He could still feel the tip of Ashton’s tongue on the head of his dick and he knew that he had to have some relief. The need was clawing at him, his hand was not going to suffice tonight and for the first time, Charles thought he was finally desperate enough to follow through.

As much as he wanted to fuck Ashton, the extent of his gay sexual experiences were confined to his imagination. Unlike his son, who had actually had several boyfriends as well as who knew how many flings, Charles was sure that the boy must have built up quite the repertoire by now, he was technically a virgin. That slip of the tongue on his dick today was the first and the only male touch unless you counted their lingering caress in the kitchen a month ago.

Charles did but he was past his limit and he stepped out of the car and into the night, carefully locking the car with a press of the button, he was almost sick with nerves but he pressed on. Tonight, he was looking for immediate relief, something that would satisfy, just so that he could keep his promise.

Charles made a right once he was inside the adult bookstore and headed down the wood-paneled corridor. There were four doors down the hallway, two on the left, two on the right and he knew that inside all four rooms, there were men in various stages of undress.

The first door on the left opened with a squeak and there were three pairs of eyes that darted up and appeared to be nervous, he had startled them just as the man in the center was about to lower his jeans. “Sorry,” Charles mumbled and started to turn back. They were about to begin their tryst and if any of the three of them were as in need as he was, about to burst, sweltering under his shirt, his whole body aching for a release, then this interruption was almost cruel.

The man lay back, pants hanging around his ankles, the man to his left was wearing a blue baseball cap down so low that he appeared to be in shade. He was unbuckling and seemed to be ready to mount the man who had laid down. The third turned and stared at Charles, licking his lips briefly before asking him, “do you want me to suck your cock too?”

Charles was out of breath at the thought and he wondered if he had any self-control left after the sweet feel of his son’s tongue on his cock. “Go ahead,” he waved to the third man, “I’ll just watch for now.” Although the head of his dick felt as if it might explode, swollen and pulsating in his jeans, Charles didn’t think that he could merely watch for long, not tonight, but the third man shrugged as if to say suit yourself before dropping to his knees.

He took the man’s cock in his mouth, inhaled it really, from tip to root, he swallowed the man whole and the man, lying on his back, let out a muffled moan. Charles was sure that he would have said something in appreciation if his own mouth wasn’t full of the third dick.

The slap of skin on skin, the smell of sex and the heat from bodies, it was almost a taste in the back of Charles’ throat. The man on the left, busily pumping in and of his companions’ mouth, looked back for a moment, he asked Charles, “like anything you see? You want to suck my dick when he’s finished, don’t you, faggot? Yeah, I can see you over there, drooling to get at my dick, aren’t you?”

Charles kept his eyes down as he made a quick exit. That wasn’t a substitute for his boy, his soft, blonde boy with the nest of hair and the warm place on his neck and his dainty, little fingers and his small cock that his Daddy wanted to stroke to the same, slow tempo that he fucked his beautiful son to. Plunging inside his slippery, tight boy pussy, pumping back and forth as Ashton gasped and shuddered in his father’s arms. “Oh, Daddy, I love your cock,” his son whimpered as he thrust his ass back to meet his father, stroke for stroke.

They would kiss, something like they used to do when he was so much younger. It would start as a gentle embrace, mouth on mouth, closed lips pressed together and it would melt into something altogether different. He could almost feel Ashton’s tongue in his mouth as he ran his hands through the boy’s flaxen waves.

Fuck, this was just making things worse and Charles saw more of the same in the second room. Anonymous strangers who were looking for a quick blow and go in a dark, sticky back room, hats down, almost over their eyes so that no one would identify them later, there was always the chance that one of his neighbors would recognize him here and that sent Charles back where he came from. Scuttling down the wood-paneled corridor to the back door, the bell jingled again as he exited the building.

“Hey, Daddy, is there something you need?” the voice was young and soft and seductive and when Charles turned around to address it, he saw immediately that the speaker was probably not much older than Ashton, but there was something in his eyes that made him almost ancient.

Still, he was young and slim and his curly, brown hair was wild and kissed by the sun. He had a surfer look about him and a dimple when he smiled and Charles was still so hard that it hurt. “Maybe,” he knew that the boy was a professional and he would want a more definitive answer, “why don’t you come to my car?” he asked and Charles realized that it wasn’t the chill in the air that was giving him goosebumps from head to toe.

He was doing it. He was going to pay this boy to suck his cock and all the while, he’d be thinking of his son and this time, he wouldn’t bite his lower lip to keep the sound down when he came. This time he would fuck the boy’s mouth, hard and deep and thrust past his gag reflex as the orgasm flowed into his esophagus and he panted, “Ashton, yes, baby boy, suck your Daddy’s cum. Drink it all, drink Daddy’s cum.”

Charles sat in the driver’s seat and he watched as the surfer boy got comfortable in the passenger seat, flashing Charles a grin, raising his eyebrows, he asked, “so, Daddy, what do you need tonight?”

Charles furrowed his brow, he could feel it crinkling and he was sure that he was making a solemn face. “Why do you call me Daddy?” he didn’t have to hide his erection from this young man and he pushed it to the right a little, making a bit of room in his cramped jeans. His dick was dripping, anxious, needy, this was such a long time coming.

The boy shrugged, “I guess because most guys your age like that. If they want me instead of one of the soccer dads inside,” the boy chuckled to himself a bit, “it must be because they like them younger.”

Charles decided that he could confess to this boy, if to no one else. “I actually do want my son,” did it sound more awful than he thought, saying it loud like that? He wasn’t sure and couldn’t gauge a thing from the surfer boy’s expression, “I almost let my son blow me earlier.”

The surfer boy gave him a quizzical look, “you mean, your real son? He wants to go down on you?”

Charles remembered the angelic expression, Ashton had been entirely at peace, basking in the tenderness of the moment, finally having his mouth open, his worship about to begin. “Yeah, I know, it’s sick, right?” he asked the surfer boy. “He told me today that he’s always fantasized about us,” he was suddenly modest in front of the boy that was sitting in his car to give Charles a blowjob, “making love.”

As soon as he said the words, he knew what he wanted. The curly-headed hustler shook his head no, “it’s not sick. It’s kind of beautiful.”

Charles reached for his wallet and decided that he couldn’t agree more. There was a crisp fifty dollar bill that the ATM had spit out and he passed it to the boy in the passenger seat. He took it with a smile and tucked it into his shorts, “do you want me to call you Daddy?” he leaned in, reaching between Charles’ thighs, one hand rested there, just two inches below his balls. “If you want your little boy to swallow all of your hot Daddy juice, it’s extra,” he whispered as his hand moved up to cup Charles’ testicles through the front of his pants. “Fuck, Daddy, you have such big balls,” he murmured before sticking his tongue out, just a little, to tease Charles.

Charles clicked the button on his panel to unlock the doors, “the fifty is for you to keep,” he nodded, “but you have a good night.”

He just hoped that his son was still at home.

Part 4

Ashton was on the last step when Charles rushed inside. His son had gotten dressed and appeared to be on his way out the door. When he saw his father, he curled his lip and turned up his jacket collar, “where are you going?” Charles asked, sounding far too desperate to continue this hard to get game.

Ashton rolled his eyes, “what difference does it make? You obviously aren’t interested anyway so why do you care where I’m going?” his boy was hurt, there were tears shimmering there in the blue eyes, two wet caverns that Charles could get lost in. Ashton made one last attempt to show him how little he cared, “maybe I’ll get laid.”

Charles felt the electricity run down his spine and he grabbed Ashton by the lapels and crushed the boy to him, there was no where for his son to go and no way that the small body could get away from the powerful, curled biceps. “You’re not going anywhere tonight,” Charles growled before kissing his boy. It was a hard kiss, closed lips, muffling the boy’s protests for a second longer before penetrating his son with his tongue.

Tasting Ashton, licking the inside of his mouth, running the tip of his tongue along Ashton’s smaller one until Ashton sprang to life and their tongues met and melded, exploring, the little cries that came from his boy were pent-up need as his soft, small body trembled in his Daddy’s arms. Ashton sucked on the tip of his tongue and when Charles withdrew, using his teeth to nibble on the boy just a little, a quick, juicy bite of his boy’s bottom lip, he thrust his hips forward to remind Ashton of what was waiting for him, hot and heavy, there, between his Daddy’s muscular thighs. Ashton panted as Charles pressed the head of his eager erection into his boy’s belly, “Daddy, yes,” he bleated weakly, giving up all pretense. His son was so hopeful, the longing was palpable and finally, finally Charles was ready to break the ridiculous promise that he’d made to himself.

It couldn’t be anything but right.

He stripped the coat off his boy, Charles wasn’t even sure if he hadn’t ripped the buttons off but he was in a hurry to begin now that he had finally given in. “Get your ass upstairs,” his voice was gravelly and the animal inside tore at him to be released, the coat was on the floor and if Ashton didn’t make a run for it, Charles would have him completely naked in a minute, maybe less.

Ashton gave him a coquettish smile, teasing his Daddy openly now rather than the long, furtive looks and the suggestive remarks that Ashton had tossed out time and time again. “Oh yeah, Daddy? What are you going to do to me if I don’t?” Charles watched as his boy reached out to touch him. His son’s small hand was much too close to his monstrous dick to hide his carnal intentions if he hadn’t guessed.

Charles narrowed his eyes, on the prowl, he was a wolf and he had caught the scent. Smiling and licking his teeth like the true alpha predator that he had hidden away all these years, Ashton was going to learn something about his father tonight. “I’m going to pump you full of my cum, baby boy,” Charles took a step as Ashton retreated, “your beautiful, little mouth, your sweet boy pussy, every inch of you is going to belong to me when I’m done with you.” Once more, he advanced and Ashton retreated, “but that’s happening either way. The only question is do you want Daddy to rape you or not?”

His son’s eyes were full of the same heat and he whimpered, “oh god, Daddy. I can’t wait. Yes, fuck me,” they had reached the top of the stairs and Charles was guiding his son, backward, down the hallway, straight to Charles’ bed tonight. He nipped the boy like a dog playing with a puppy and Ashton yelped, “oh, Daddy, rape me, tear me apart with your huge cock. It’s what I always wanted.”

They were finally at the edge of Charles’ bed, the same place where he had squelched back his son’s name as he touched himself. He had ached for this, dreaming of his little boy’s mouth, his little boy’s body, his little boy’s pink, puckered anus, opening like a bud as he filled Ashton to the brim with his hot, salty need. Charles was rough when he pulled the shirt off, over Ashton’s head, pausing only for a second to pluck his large, swollen nipples, bringing his son to two, throbbing points on his way to the zipper of his son’s jeans. Charles laid his boy back on the bed as he finished undressing him. It had been years since he had taken his son’s clothes off and the feel of his creamy skin in Charles’ hands had an entirely different meaning now.

Ashton was naked and his eyes never left his father’s body as Charles removed the very last barrier. Shirt tossed aside, pants off, all that was left was his boxers, already wet and clinging to his feverish flesh, “Daddy is so hard for you, your Daddy can’t stop wanting his baby boy.” Their bodies melted together, a study in contrast, Charles dark fur brushed his boy’s smooth body and his big hands skimmed over his son’s small chest, “I love those sweet, little titties of yours.”

His son purred as he moved under Charles’ strong hand, Ashton’s small, pink cock thumped and dribbled precum as his little fingers began to explore his father’s nakedness for the first time. “Daddy, you turn me on so much,” he confessed, almost breathless as he traced every line of muscle, wandering over Charles’ pecs, down his solid core, “you really are like an animal. Something about you, it’s always gotten to me,” his son had a catch in his voice, “I’ve always fantasized about you, even when I was with someone else.”

Charles held his son’s face in his hands as he finally admitted, “I’ve never been with another man.”

There was a glimmer in Ashton’s baby blue eyes and Charles knew that he’d made the right decision, “Daddy, you mean I’m your first? Your little boy is your first?” he sounded overjoyed and when Charles nodded, Ashton quivered, his body shaking as he finally asked, “Daddy, will you let me suck your cock? May I please?”

Charles kissed his son’s forehead and then the tip of his nose and slid over to his cheek. It was light and tender and would have been quite fatherly if it weren’t for what he murmured in his ear just before kissing his lobe. “Yes, Ashton, Daddy needs you to suck his cock so good,” he placed his strong hands on his little boy’s shoulders and guided his son down on the bed. Parting his thick thighs, he made a place in the center of the bed for his son to curl up, bow his head and worship his father’s meaty dick. “Daddy has wanted your beautiful mouth on his cock for so long, little boy,” he whispered in the dark. The familiar feel of Ashton’s wet mouth, the kisses on his mouth would soon be on the dick that yearned for his son. “Lick my cock,” he wasn’t asking and Ashton didn’t hesitate to follow his Daddy’s instructions.

His son lingered over his father’s slit and he heard Ashton hum as he gulped down a mouthful of his father’s hot, liquid discharge. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, running his fingers through Ashton’s long, blonde hair, “baby boy, lick your Daddy’s shaft now.”

His son traced a slow circle along the bottom of his head, flicking his tongue along the bulging mushroom tip and then starting at the root of his father’s dick, Ashton licked up one side and then down the other. Tasting him, sighing into his father’s skin, Charles could feel the little puddle of want that Ashton had made on his thigh already. His son rubbed himself against his father as he kept the steady rhythm with his tongue, closing his lips around his Daddy’s pole.

Charles gasped with the realization as the ecstasy washed over his body. His son was sucking his dick. He was naked in his marital bed with his gorgeous, young son, the boy that he had secretly lusted after for far too long and his beautiful boy was sucking his cock like no woman ever had. Ashton’s tongue was skilled and it ravished every inch. Dancing along every line, teasing, tasting, lapping up his father’s juices, the boy tightened his lips around the meaty shaft and Charles shuddered as he watched

Ashton quickened the pace and one of his son’s small hands reached between his legs and with a muffled sigh. He fondled his father’s testicles, kneading them back and forth in a continuous motion, rolling his balls in his girlish hand, all the while pushing down, deeper and deeper on Charles’ dick. The pleasure made him tremble and Charles’ heart beat faster and faster as he ran his hands through his boy’s hair. His son wasn’t just sucking his cock, he was drinking down the fountain of his precum and relishing every drop.

He was bathing his father’s dick, worshiping him in his mouth. No one had ever fit so much of Charles’ large cock into their mouth and when his son raised his eyes and looked up, Charles couldn’t hold back the howl of desire that tore through him. Charles had always known that he could get lost in those blue eyes and now, they threatened to engulf him, just like the boy’s sweet, succulent mouth. His son had most of his girth inside now and picked up the pace, Charles felt the twinge of pleasure swell inside along with the tip of his dick and he knew that it wouldn’t be long now.

He also knew that with Ashton, he could get hard again. He couldn’t imagine being able to stop, perhaps it was just getting head from a man for the first time, or perhaps it was feeling the boy’s mouth for the first time. How many times had he watched the videos of those lost boys dropping to their knees and wished that it was Ashton’s velvety lips around his dick rather than his hand? The heat was simmering inside and the rush of current would have brought him to his knees if they weren’t in the bed. The need for Ashton burst from him and Charles’ said his name again and again as he filled his son’s throat with his creamy seed. “Ashton, oh my god, baby boy, that’s so good,” he gushed again and again and the sound of his son swallowing mouthful after mouthful of his father’s forbidden climax, drinking it straight from the source made Charles cry out, “yes, take Daddy’s cum.”

When he was empty, Charles could have sworn that Ashton had drained him of the very last drop but the wet sound of his son’s mouth grasping the tip and milking his Daddy’s dick was erotic enough to bring a new tremor of desire. Ashton released him, his blue eyes were full of the same need that his son’s hands and his mouth seemed to have. Ashton was just as obsessed as his Daddy and perhaps, it had always been this way.

He kissed his way up Charles’ fur-covered belly and lingered there, his sticky mouth making a trail to his father’s chest, “you taste so good, Daddy,” he whispered. Burying his face there, nestling as he wrapped his legs around Charles’ thick trunks, “I always knew that your cum would be delicious, Daddy.”

Charles held Ashton’s chin and stared down at his boy. Now that his little boy had opened his Pandora’s box of cravings, cumming down his son’s throat was just the first of many needful things that would happen tonight in this bed. “Is that so, Ashton?” he asked as he watched his little boy lick a white droplet of his father’s cream from the corner of his mouth, “I always knew that your mouth was made for my dick. And so was the rest of you,” he reached down the front of Ashton’s small body until he reached his small erection. Cradling his son in his arms, he loved to hear the boy moan as he wrapped his beefy fingers around his son’s small cock, stroking the boy’s dick for the first time.

Ashton quivered under Charles’ touch and panted, “yes, Daddy. Please take me,” he pushed his small body up and a flood of his son’s precum flowed into his hand as Charles began to work the boy’s dick up and down. “Daddy, breed my boy pussy,” he begged, “I want you inside me so bad.”

Hearing what his son wanted, knowing what he needed was enough to bring Charles’ cock to a aching, thumping erection once more. If it were possible, he was even larger and fuller now than he was as he guided his boy down to suck his Daddy off for the first time. The head of his cock swelled and a rivulet of his own precum escaped, the juice ran down his shaft and when he spoke, the ragged voice that came from him betrayed his lust. “Is that what my little boy wants?” his dick dripped again as his son reached for one more tender kiss. His small tongue was tinged with the salty taste of Daddy juice and Charles nibbled on his mouth. “Is that what you want, Ashton? You want my big, hard cock inside that sweet, little asshole of yours?” his son curled in his arms and sighed.

That was all the answer that he needed. They were so hungry for each other.

It was Charles’ turn to lay his son down. Kissing his angelic face, his forehead, his cheeks, even his eyelids, all the while, his hand on Ashton’s dick as he reached under him now. His boy’s upturned ass was exposed and there was a heat that radiated from between his cheeks.

It was almost as if his body knew and was giving Charles the signal. He was ready to mate, ready for his father’s thick cock and the enormous load of his Daddy seed that would be deposited into his son’s belly. Charles kept his hand slow and steady on the boy’s cock as he explored the boy’s crack with one finger. One touch of Ashton’s tiny bud and his son squealed, “oh, Daddy, yes, I’ve always wanted you to touch my ass.”

His son wiggled his hips as he spread his legs, open wide for his father and Charles couldn’t hold back his primal need any longer. His son was naked and hard and in need of his father’s dick, buried to the hilt inside and not only was it their first time as lovers, it was Charles first time fucking a man. Well, he was on his knees behind Ashton, he had taken his hand off the boy’s dick and moved them both to his son’s cheeks, really, fucking a boy. He didn’t have a bit of remorse anymore and lowered his head and inhaled the scent that came from his son’s puckered flesh.

It was earthy but sweet, clean and hot and the sight of his son’s delicate, pink entry sent a rush of need down Charles’ body. His mouth opened and his tongue darted out, almost as if it had a mind of its own and maybe, in the case of his beautiful son, his body didn’t heed anything but lust any longer. The taste of his boy on his lips made him sigh and Ashton groaned as he thrust his cheeks back for more, “yes, Daddy, that feels so good. Lick me please, lick my boy pussy.” He shivered as Charles kissed him there, a deep, wet kiss, penetrating his son’s little entry, feeling the boy open as his tongue slithered in and out.

The wet sounds of his tongue entering him and easing out grew louder, Charles’ mouth was dripping and his saliva slid from Ashton’s hungry hole to the sheet. They would have quite the wet spot when they were finished tonight and Charles knew that only sheer exhaustion would make it stop. His body had an unending want for the boy. Sliding his tongue in deeper, Ashton wriggled under his Daddy and whimpered, “oh yes, Daddy you’re making me so wet. I want your big dick inside me so much.”

Charles sucked his index finger, soaking it with his mouth before pushing it inside his son, feeling Ashton open like a blossom made him growl like a beast and watching his son push his hungry ass back to meet his father’s finger made his cock flutter. “Oh, look at that,” he pulled out and spit on his son’s anus, just to plunge his finger back in and stuff all of the saliva deep inside. “You’re so horny for your Daddy, little boy,” he repeated it and felt his son open immediately, the cry that came from him was pure need. “That boy pussy was made for your Daddy’s dick,” Charles spit on him again. He wanted Ashton to be well-oiled for his father’s dick, “you need it so bad, don’t you baby boy?”

Ashton trembled as Charles filled him with more saliva and he watched as his son clutched at the sheets. The back of his slender thighs shaking, his anus pulsing, opening and closing all on its own and it seemed to be calling for Charles. “Fuck me, Daddy,” Ashton’s voice was desperate, harsh, the boy couldn’t wait anymore and Charles didn’t have any intention of teasing him any longer. “I need you so bad,” there was nothing else to say and Charles was in position. The head of his cock was pressed against the boy’s pink flesh, he was so wet now and the tip of Charles’ cock glistened with precum and saliva and he watched as it slowly dipped inside.

Pushing into the tiny entry, the bud opened, he couldn’t take his eyes off of his son’s hole as it opened for him slowly. I am fucking my little boy, he reminded himself, making love to my beautiful son. The tip of his dick disappeared inside Ashton and the feeling of his son’s buttery flesh wrapped around his cock was bliss. “Daddy,” Ashton whispered, “yes, take me. Fill me up.”

Charles held his cheeks apart and curled his body as he filled his son with another inch of his veiny girth and then another. The boy felt like wet silk, it was like another mouth, maybe even tighter, even wetter. Opening and closing, clenching around Charles’ enormous dick and he churned the boy’s insides as he began to move back and forth. Fucking him was heavenly, each thrust was a new, heady rush of sensation and the current coursed through his body as Charles rocked in and out. Caressing his cheeks, he was a little more than half way inside Ashton now and the boy met his every move, begging for more. “Yes, Daddy, I’m yours,” his boy cried under him, rocking under his father, “I love your big cock, fucking me, raping me. Filling your little boy up with your daddy cum.” He trembled and tightened on Charles’ cock, the pleasure intensifying with every push, “breed me, Daddy.”

His son was shivering with pleasure and Charles reached around the boy’s body to find his dick again. “Oh, Ashton,” he panted, the animal lust, the pent-up frustration was making its way to the surface quickly, “yes, baby boy, your boy pussy is mine now. Daddy’s going to stuff you full of cock every day and every night now.” He jacked his son to the same tempo as he fucked him, pumping him with every inch of his cock now. He had pushed through the hot, little seal and his son was barely able to breathe, let alone speak, as his father filled every inch of his asshole with his long, thick dick. He was balls deep in his son when Ashton cried out and bore down, “yes, baby boy, this is how you cum now. With your father’s cock buried inside you.”

His son shook and his small dick pulsed in Charles’ hand. His little boy threw his head back, eyes closed, he mouthed the words, “yes, Daddy,” over and over as Charles forced the orgasm from him with his hand. Ashton rode his cock and when the spasm began inside, Charles could only hear his pulse, drumming in his eardrums as their bodies slammed together and his boy clamped around the huge cock buried inside.

His satiny insides pulled at Charles’ cock, tugging, tightening, Ashton was so hot and wet here, it was like liquid fingers massaging his dick. Something magical was happening and Charles decided that it must be that the boy really was made for him as he felt the last spurt of Ashton’s orgasm and his own began. Shooting thick, creamy jets of cum deep inside his son, the boy would be much too full to keep it all. Charles unloaded, gush after gush, his orgasm kept coming from somewhere deep inside, somewhere where he’d treasured the fantasy for all these years.

He was marking Ashton with cum, fucking his little boy the way he had always wanted and this was just the beginning. With every move, he murmured, “baby boy, Daddy’s going to keep you full of cum.” It wasn’t even a question, Charles knew that he was going to make good on his promise. He couldn’t even imagine not bedding his son at every chance now.

When his orgasm was complete, Charles still hadn’t softened and had decided that he was going to stay right where he was as long as possible. Ashton was curled up under him and his fingers curled up into a ball, his son purred like a kitten when Charles kissed the warm place on the back of his neck. “So how was your first time, Daddy?” he asked Charles in a sleepy voice.

It sounded so strange, losing his virginity with his son, but that was exactly what had happened. Charles’ first time with a man was with the only man he had ever wanted. Ashton was meant to be like this and Charles wasn’t even close to being finished with his son for the evening. “Well, you’ll have to ask me in a little while, Ashton,” he said between kisses.

Ashton could feel it, the rumble of sensation between them, the blood rushing down his father’s body and entering his cock once more. “What are you doing, Daddy?” he gasped as his father thrust once more.

Charles was hard again and if his son was able, he knew that he would make love to the boy all night. “My first time isn’t over with, Ashton,” he murmured in his son’s ear as he began to make love to his little boy once again.

Written By: Bobby Newberry

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