A Father and Son
When a father has a perfect son.
Just something I did based off some RP from quite awhile back. Might do more if there's a response for it. Standard disclaimers. Age in your area, pure fantasy, ect ect ad nasuem.
There once was a doctor. Who had a very successful friend. His friend, wasn't.. Conventional. In fact, his friend was down right kinky. One day, his friend told him about a young child he was planning to raise. It seemed his friend's son had gone and knocked a gold digger up. She didn't get the payday she was expecting. Instead she was tossed to the street and the child, a precious baby boy, was taken by the friend. It was a thought the friend had been having for awhile. See, he was missing something. Something that he wanted very much. Someone that loved him, worshipped him, was utterly devoted to his every want and need. He thought he had it before, but his own children, they had disappointed him. One had turned to drugs, and the other, well, his poor daughter had turned out to be a different sort of mess than his son. As the baby boy grew, it became obvious that he was taking after his father's genes in looks. A sweet tempered child, inquisitive, and full of life. With a ready smile, and clinging love for the man that was his grandfather. By the time the little boy became an inquisitive tyke, the man had made up his mind. He was going to give it one last shot.
Unable to form the full words, it wasn't too surprising when Granda became Da. When the boy hit that great milestone of four, his grandfather, now, his father in the boys eyes. The man that could do no wrong. That was a rock and shelter against the world of skinned knees and bruised shins, allowed the boy's natural curosity to roam free. One night, there was nothing beneath the robe that his grandfather typically wore during story time. When the boy clambored into place, little white socks, and tight briefs firmly hugging his little body, he kicked the robe open, and was stilled in awe. Where normally he saw silk, the boy saw flesh. Where there was normally colored cloth, the boy saw tight dark curls. When his Daddy asked him what story, he wanted to have to read to him, the boy was too entranced to answer. Curosity, and childish glee, erupting in the giggle as the blushing tyke reached small hands down, and wrapped fingers that couldn't reach, around the length of cock that he saw for the first time in his life, as something other than passing. That bubbling grin beamed up at his daddy, and the boy proudly proclaimed. "Daddy! Yous got big WILLY!" Shameless giggling, and like he'd seen on the television, the boy pet the massive beast he was hugging to his stomach. Fingers soon shiney with precum, painting skin turned purple with lust, blood, and love, to a glistening shine as his daddy leaned back and watched with that benevolent smile, even as that voice in the back of his mind whispered at him. Tell him to taste. Picture those pretty lips, blood red, swollen and wrapped around you, picture that innocent smile aimed up at you, filled with your meat. Those mental images, were really all it took, and the boy let out a startled cry when his new found pet began to spit at him. A fountain of white ropes, streaming from that almost angry parted slit, his usually soft and comfortable seat, a newly corded tide of muscle as thighs tensed from his Daddy's orgasm.
It was the shock, that had the boy's mouth opened in that perfect O. The sight that had crowded into his daddy's mind, and caused the eruption. It was also a tempted target. Unbidden, unconsious movement of hips, and that massive shaft tilted as it's load began to taper, the angry slit pointing directly at that target, and a hot thick rope of cream flooded the innocent little boy's mouth. The tart, salt, sweet flavor, exploding on his young taste buds. A curl of the nose, before the tyke closed his lips with an audible smack, and then astonishingly enough, giggled looking up at his Daddy and resumed petting his new friend. "DADDY! He tastes good!" Another giggle, and the sight of that cum streaked face, the glisten of white still shining on that pink rose of the lips, and glinting a richer color to the teeth, nearly sent the poor man over the edge for a second time in as many seconds. From that night on. Story time became something different. The boy would snuggle into his Daddy's lap. The man that was his rock against the world. The savior of stubbed toes, the kisser of booboos, the deliverier of cookies, and now, the wonderful possesser of his best friend 'willy'. For all that people might have assumed the grandfather was taking advantage of the boy, leading him into that debauchery, they were sadly mistaken. There was nothing but a father's devotion, and a love that wasn't matched by anything else the man had been given before. The boy adored him, and it was the boy's idea, that first time those small lips stretched. A kiss for his Daddy's cheek, and then a giggle and a kiss for his friend Willy. Fascination struck a cord with that first innocent lock of lips to that lust driven flesh. The throb of his Daddy's heartbeat, the rich musk of the aroused man filling that innocent nose. Soon, the little boy's briefs would tent, his own cocklet aching for attention that he didn't know how to provide, even as he graduated from petting his friend, and recieving those white showers, to drinking that offered cream, nursing at his father's cock with abandon until he begged his Daddy to let him sleep with him there. Curled in a comfortable ball between those strong thighs, the slight brush of soft hair along the inner curve of muscle, wrapping slender shoulders and chest, cheek nuzzling into that crook of his Daddy's groin and thigh, the heavenly scent of the man's body, relaxing that slender frame to sleep filled bliss, even as lips parted, curling and catching onto Willy's tip, and nursed at it, steadily drinking precum even in the boy's sleep.
For two years, the boy and his Daddy, continued their nightly routine, story time, now, a time of love and childish seduction. With one little addition. While the boy was busy exploring his Daddy's body, his Daddy, had taken to watching his lovely son from behind with the easiest means possible. A small camera, and that auto connection to the television. Where family videos were usually of first steps or first words. Of first goals and first books read. Their's were the kind that showed his growth, sweetly slow from straddling his Daddy's lap and hugging his cock into his stomach and chest for that delighted nursing, to sitting between those wide splayed thighs, that slender frame still dwarved by the mass of muscle that made the man's the boy was worshipping. Tight briefs, a trend of the times. Carebears, Thunder Cats, Spider man, Superman, to Power rangers. On that week leading to his sixth birthday, the boy was treated to something extra special by his Daddy. See. His Daddy's doctor friend, knew of the grandfather turned father's love for his son. After all, he was the family physician, and it wasn't that odd for the good doctor to walk into his friend's home and be greeted by the loving tyke. Trusting of the other man because his Daddy said it was okay. The boy had nuzzled the good doctor's crotch more than once. Though as tempted as the good doctor was, he had restrained his impulses to chucking the boy with a soft pat to the top of the head and chuckle before giving him his examinations.
But when his friend asked him for something that the good doctor wasn't normally one to have. Well, it put thoughts in the good doctor's head. He said he would see what he could find. And sure enough, the sunday that led to that birthday week, was a treat indeed for the tyke. When he ran giggling for his Daddy and the couch, ready to fall to his knees and nuzzle, his Daddy instead curled his arms round his son's waist and hefted him from the floor much to the boy's glee. Arms overhead, pretend swooshing noises of flight, and then a gentle settle of that briefs covered rump to that lump filled lap, before his Daddy smilled at him. "Tonight, my darling, Daddy's going to give you a special present, considering your Daddy's big boy aren't you?" The eager young thing giggled with his nod coming fast enough that one might have wondered if he happened to be a bobble head. "YES DADDY!" Glee and enthusiasm, along with that flush of pride. Was it a massive compliment? Probably not, but anything from his Daddy sent those warm thrills running through the boy's body. Caused his stomach to tingle, and his heart to pound. With his agreement, his Daddy picked up the remote on the armrest, and the boy's eyes went to the TV. Widening with that comical goggle when the screen flickered to life. Did he know that what played was himself and his daddy? No. The boy merely saw his own back, and brief covered ass, socked feet dangling over the edge of the couch, and a man's massive frame lounging in front of the small boy's body from the middle of the chest down. Instead the boy was treated to the soundtrack of a father and son's love. The lust laden groans that poured from the man's throat when those small lips wrapped and touched those extra sensitive points, the eager puppishy whimpers that the boy gave when he started to feel that throbbing grow faster, the warmth of blood pounding becoming a rising heat against his lips and tongue. The boy saw the little frame shiver and collapse, when that peak hit, and the man's body tensed, thighs buckling upward, feeding more of that thick cock into the tyke's mouth until it lodged to the back of his throat, and fed the boy that delicious cream that he had grown addicted to. That comical O of the boy's lips. Wide eyed stare turned to his daddy before a giggle rolled from him. "They do what we do daddy!" It was nearly whispered, the view, had obviously excited the boy. He hadn't realized what he'd done, but those hands had found his Daddy's cock, stroking the velvet steel of flesh from that slit drooling it's precum, to the veined length of the shaft itself, toying with that excess foreskin, in the slow jerking that he knew his Daddy enjoyed almost as much as the boy's lips wrapped to that obscene girth. "Yes Darling, but keep watching."
What happened next, struck the boy speechless and motionless. The screen flickered, and the request from the good doctor, was next to play. Another boy, not quite as tanned, not quite as dark in hair, or as perfectly proportioned as the hero tyke of our tale, filled the screen. Laying on his back, with his eyes closed, legs drawn high enough that knees nearly touched to his chest. His little cocklet, a steel nail jutting above a tight sac, and the focus of the camera, those parted cheeks. A flush bubble, with the youthful chub to them, and that perfect pink ring centered between. Along with the massive seeming finger that was slowly circling that rim. Please DADDY! The two words out of the boy's mouth, echoing from the speakers, as that digit paused, the thick blunt tip of it resting to the center of that glistening pucker, proof that there was some form of lubricant in play as the man in the video's voice filled the air with it's own base rumble. Please what, baby boy, tell Daddy what you want. Monkey see, and monkey do, the hero tyke of our tail had froze, and then unfroze, not that he realized what he was doing. One hand had come off from his Daddy's cock, patting between his own thighs in that open space where he sat on his Daddy's lap and touched his own briefs covered bottom. The view, the temptation there, making the tyke's natural curiosity rouse like an inferno.
Please Daddy, Fuck me. Make me feel the warm Tingles again! Those words, had the tyke going even more wide eyed if possible. One he knew was a bad word. One of those words that should never be said. A quick flick of his eyes to his Daddy's face, but the man's amused and loving smile never wavered, as he caught the stare his way from the corners of his eyes. "It's okay Darling. When it's said in a special place like that daddy and son are. It's okay." An audible gulp, and the boy's attention was stolen again as he saw what happened next. That thick finger, speared it's way slowly enough into that tight hole, that the visible spread of that puckered ring showed. The skin tightening from it's puckered wrinkled appearence, to that smooth swollen ridge of flesh that caressed and pulled at the spreading digit. The boy in the video, didn't cry out in pain, but let out such a pleased moan, that the tyke's little thighs clamped together, and his mind immediately filled with that visual. Playing the scene over behind his closed eyelids, though instead of the boy in the video, our hero tyke saw himself, and instead of some nameless Daddy, he saw his Daddy. Leaning over him. Instead of hearing baby boy, he heard his Daddy's voice wrapping him in that Darling as he filled his tender hole for the first time. Another gulp, and the boy turned wide eyes on his daddy as they opened and the words fell out of him in a babbling rush, squeaking and whispering in equal measure from the tyke's excitement and desire. "Daddy can we do that please? Please Daddy! I've been a good boy!"
That was all the father of our story needed to hear. With his darling asking for it, nearly begging for it, how could any responsible father that claimed to love their son resist him? "Ofcourse Darling, but first, you need to stand up for Daddy. And face the television." Our young hero sprang to his feet like he had thumbtacks digging into him, bouncing into place and nearly squirming from foot to foot as his eyes ended up filled with the screen again, where the boy on it, now had two fingers slowly pumping into that pink ring, now turning a dull red from the spreading pressure and friction, though those pleasured moans hadn't lost their power, or their pitch. His own frame turned into a quivering mass of jelly the moment he felt his Daddy shifting behind him, the radiating heat of the man's body, blanketing his back as strong hands slide along his ribs, catching at his hips, thumbs tucking into the waistband of the sponge bob briefs, and easing them down to reveal those two perky globes of the boy's ass. "So beautiful Darling." The strong presence registered deeper to the tyke, as his Daddy leaned forward, lips caressing his neck, causing the boy's spine to bow, and a moan to open his mouth as one of his Daddy's hands came up, sliding a thick finger around the boy's lips and instinct, along with need, had him nursing at it much like he had his father's cock. Though his Daddy whispered to make sure that the boy didn't do what came naturally to him. "Keep your lips loose darling, we want Daddy's finger to be nice and slick."
The hero of our tale, did everything his daddy told him. And that was a request that was easy to follow. That natural instinct to clamp his lips, leaving what left them glistening with the faintest traces of the boy's saliva, if just to make sure he claimed every delicious drop of his Daddy's cream, was bypassed. When his Daddy pulled that finger free, it came away slick, nearly dripping with the boy's drool which had made it's own pool in his mouth from excitement. He felt his Daddy's other hand wrap around his waist, drawing him back between those muscular thighs as his Daddy sat forward on the couch. "Lean forward Darling. Put your hands on Daddy's knees, and lift your butt up high for Daddy, okay?" Eager to obey, the tyke did just that, hands finding those knees, neck cricking with the fix to keep his eyes on the screen when he he felt that first brush of his daddy's slick finger sliding between his cheeks. Over eager perhaps, the boy was offering his rump up with legs extending straight. Even toes pushing up to stand on the tips which caused that wobbly from side to side, and the lust laden chuckle to drift into the air over his back from his father when he saw what his son was up to. "Right darling. Just like that." The boy felt that first touch. It was the shock of a lightning bolt to his system. Eyes fluttering and a low keen in his throat as those nerves there, felt their first touch from flesh rather than paper. It curled his toes, and would have put the boy into a faceplant if it hadn't been for the arm around his waist. "Ready Darling?" Did he know what to say? No, but he had a good example perhaps. Breathless, yearning, wanting, and scared all at the same time, that voice quavered out with that mixture of innocent desire "Fuck me Daddy!" It was hearing those words from his innocent boy that did the father in.
Stomach tightened, and the huff of breath expanded out as his cock pulsed, that thick crown hardening further, as the slit parted and that warm spunk bathed his son's back and upturned ass. Those parted cheeks recieving more than a generous helping of that seed between them, following the cleft to that finger where it rested on that puckered hole, and the father saw no reason not to allow his boy to taste him from both ends. A slow push, spread that virgin muscle for the first time, the pink flesh darkening to a dull crimson as it stretched. Protesting muscles clenched and clamped, loosening and pushing at the same time, but reciving a different sort of outcome than the body had been aiming for. It merely made pushing that spit and cum slicked digit into his velvet tunnel that much easier. It forced that budding prostate in waves of pressure to the finger, sending those jolts of pleasure such as the tyke had never experienced before swarming his mind until his body gave out and what came from his parted mouth was a stream of "Unfunfunf!" Overloaded in pleasure, even those twinges of pain from being spread apart for the first time, didn't register in the slightest on his foggy mind. When that dry orgasm faded, the boy was left a panting sweaty mess. No longer pushing off from his father's knees, but hugging them on either side of himself to stay off the floor, hanging a dead weight against his father's arm around his middle. Merely from his Daddy simply sliding that digit into him for the very first time. When his father, the protector of his world, began to pull that thick filling finger from his hole, the boy's mouth opened in a keening protest. "NO NO DADDY! LEAVE IT IN ME!" Almost crying from that sharp sudden and explosive sense of loss that finger shaped hollow was leaving in his gut, until His Daddy's chuckle rumbled over him. "Don't worry Darling, you asked for Daddy to fuck you. So Daddy is going to fuck his darling until his darling doesn't want it anymore."
That was when our hero's world shattered for a second time as that thick finger spread him open again, retrenching itself into that hollow it'd left in it's wake on the withdraw. When our young boy came back to himself for a second time, it was with the breathless moaning. Taking to the pleasure his Daddy offered him like a duck to water, the words out of his mouth, caused our Father's lips to curl in that satisfied smile. "Dun ever you to stop Daddy." That title, that honorific, that name, might as well have been GOD for the amount of reverence that our tyke poured into it as his father began that slow and steady thrusting of his finger, spreading his boy open from tip to the thickest point of the digit where it connected to the palm. And thus for that week, our hero tyke and his father's routine changed again. The lust ridden tyke would play like any normal child his age would during the day. Driving his governess to distraction. the butler and maid to contemplate suicide with tracked mud from playing outside, healthy meals and protesting bathtime. To the little lust puppy he became when his Daddy curled to sit on the couch, and aimed that smile to his Darling. Our hero would rush to the couch with nothing but the socks cuddling his frame, fresh from the bath with that scent of young flesh and soap hovering around him, quickly burying his nose into that masculine scent of his father's groin, while arching his back and squirming as his father'd trail a thick fingered hand along his back, to those cheeks, and quickly fill that aching hollow that settled our young tyke down faster than anything else possibly could have.