Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2022 21:08:05 -0700 From: Bryon Stimpson Subject: Am I A Good Dad I was asleep in my bed having drifted off to the sound of rain pattering against the window as I lay in my cool dark room after a long hard day. The gentle drops splashing against the panes were calming and I felt the stress of the day seeping out of my bones as my eyelids grew heavy. Work had become so tiring with all the stress of the rest of my life adding up. As a construction worker my day took a tremendous amount of physical labor. I've been a laborer for most of my life. I never did well in high school and when I graduated, with luck and charm on my side, my father said I'd better find a trade because there was damn little to be done in the world that my intelligence level would keep me paid for. I started with roofing and did it for the whole summer. It toned my body to the very definition of masculinity. I was all lines and angles, tall and muscular, tanned and toned. I had always been attractive in high school and never had a problem finding dates but after I started roofing my 6'2" frame jumped from 170 pounds to almost 210 and it was pure muscle. Suddenly all eyes turned to watch me walk down the street, guys and girls. And where before I'd only caught glances, I now had full on stares. My pecs were solid as marble slab and my abs were so defined that they looked almost artificial. The V of my waist was so sharp you could have cut your finger on it and my legs strained my jeans at the seams. I loved the way I looked, mainly because people paid attention to me, and as my father had pointed out, my brains weren't going to get me far in life so at least this gave me a fighting chance. It definitely kept my dick happy. I got laid constantly, and any time I wanted to. The roofing job kept me busy all day but as soon as I was done I'd head home and shower, take a nap, head out to a bar or a club, and find a pretty girl to bring home and bang. Girls would always get off to my look first, finding me handsome and hot. Then I'd get them home and take off my shirt and the lust would burn brighter as they saw the body of a real man before them. But then I'd drop my pants and all the awe was focused elsewhere. While I knew my dick was never going to get me anywhere in life, it was certainly an asset in the bedroom. I had the biggest cock of any guy I'd ever known. I was teased mercilessly in middle school and high school during gym class showers. They thought it was almost comical how big I was. My dick was a solid 10 inches and hung to mid-thigh and it was 7.5 inches around. I was glad I had big hands because when I jerked off I could barely touch my fingertips together with my thumb when I circled it to stroke. When the girls would see my massive cock hard and ready to tear them apart they'd practically beg me to bone them. And I was always happy to oblige. Any pretty face that wanted to ride me was in my bed in a matter of hours and I was balls deep as quick as they could get me there. I hated condoms and would always tell the girls I was riding bare. None of them ever stopped me. And I never stopped either. It didn't occur to me until several years later I'd never gotten one of them pregnant. While I loved fucking, and loved filling girls up with my stud cum, I put all that aside the day I met Marilee. She was so gorgeous. She was four years older than me and I was 19 at the time. She caught my eye as I roofed her parent's house. She was home from college on summer break and as I carried racks of shingles up she went out into the yard and laid down in a hammock in a sheer sundress. Her breasts were perfect, her smile was divine, she looked like an angel. And Devin, my boss, had to keep nudging me to get me moving. As the heat of the day rolled on she disappeared inside after a while and returned with a pitcher of lemonade. Devin and I thanked her and drank a glass and then Devin went back to the peak. I wanted to talk to her and kept asking stupid little questions like what she was up to and if she was liking college. I don't know half of what I said and I was so afraid she'd walk away that I just kept having her fill my glass with her lemonade. I drained the pitcher and, lacking anything more to talk about, I climbed the ladder again. Fifteen minutes later I puked over the side of the roof into her neighbor's yard. "Too much lemonade ya dumb shit. You can't drink all that cold liquid when it's this hot out. I swear Ethan, you're hung like a horse and just as intelligent. Wipe your mouth and get back to work." Devin was a merciless boss. To him, there was only work. I went back down for another rack of shingles and packed it up. Thank God Marilee didn't see me lose it. After a good hour I had to piss like crazy and saw my chance to talk to Marilee again. I knocked on the door and asked to use her bathroom. She showed me where it was and I went in and pissed like a racehorse then washed up and came back out. "You're hot." She said to me. I just stared. Finally I stammered, "Umm, thanks. Umm, I just...you are too. Hot I mean. I mean you're not too hot, you're just...you know...hot." "My Dad is gone tomorrow, you should come back over and see me." She gave me a time frame and said she hoped I'd come back. I think I said I would but honestly I couldn't remember if I even spoke. The next day I left work early, came by her house, she took me upstairs and we fucked for four hours straight. By the end of it we were both so sore we couldn't do it anymore. We started dating after that and when she moved back to college I followed. She got an apartment and I moved in with her. We didn't do anything but fuck for days on end. Young love and young lust, we were horny all the time, and she could make me cum so hard I'd get dizzy, and I'd make her cum so hard she'd soak the bed with her pussy juice. After three weeks of that it became apparent I was offering nothing other than cock and I decided that I'd better help pay the bills. I went out and immediately got hired on with a construction crew. The crew I still work on to this day. After the school year finished I asked Marilee to marry me and she said yes! I was so excited that she actually wanted to make a life with me and not just ride my pony dick all day. But we did still screw constantly. Our sexual connection was just so perfect. And it enhanced our connection outside the bedroom too. We were hopelessly in love. We got married and she finally graduated. She got a great job in her field, I continued on at the construction company, and we tried and tried to get pregnant. After a year with no results I joked that maybe I was going too deep and it was missing her eggs. She laughed, told me it didn't work that way, and said maybe she should go get tested. She did, and nothing was wrong. Then it was my turn. And suddenly I realized why I was still not a dad despite dumping gallons of cum into any pussy that would let me lose my nuts in it. The test confirmed what I pieced together on my own; I was not going to be able to produce a kid. I was devastated, I just wanted to be able to provide Marilee with a family and I couldn't even do that. I told her the news but she was still happy and not upset at all. She said we didn't need a kid to express our love and we'd go on with life as a happy couple. No worries. I was grateful that she still saw me as a productive male. I had a mediocre job as nothing more than a laborer, I could fix shit but other than that my talents were limited, I had a big dick but it couldn't do the one thing a big dick should do; produce an heir. I felt pretty low but she made me feel like the king of the world. She dragged me off to bed and we had sex for an hour until I couldn't cum anymore and then we went to sleep. A few weeks later she brought in a pregnancy test that was positive. I told her to throw all that junk out since I was a sterile stud. She laughed and waved it in my face. I laughed and told her she was getting piss everywhere. She finally grabbed my head and kissed me and said, "I'm a mom you big dork!" I laughed and said, "What do you mean?" "You're a dad!" She yelled at me. "To who?" "To ME! Ethan, you're a father, this is mine." She waved the pregnancy test at me again. "What do you mean I'm your dad?" "NO! You. Are. A. Dad!!! You're sperm worked. This test says I'm pregnant and you are the father." "Of a baby!" "Oh Jesus Christ Ethan, yes! You are going to be a dad!!!" I couldn't stop crying! I hugged her then looked at the test then hugged her again then just laughed. We fell into bed laughing and then we had sex. We had sex as a mother and father of a new baby! I had sex as a Dad! I kept relishing that thought until I came. Then I thought about the poor kid getting sperm dumped all over him. He'd just started life and here comes the head of my big cock slamming through the door and pouring semen all over his new house. It took Marilee a month to convince me that's not what it's like and we started having sex again. Nine months later Marilee gave birth to my son, Devin. We named him after my boss since he was the whole reason we met. That and Marilee liked the name. She said it sounded strong and masculine, just like his daddy. Devin was the opposite of me as we watched him grow. He was book smart, tremendously book smart. He out learned me by the time he reached fifth grade and Marilee was the only one who could help him with his school work. I got to be there for everything else though. I showed him how to stand up for himself in a fight, showed him how to box. He didn't like the physical side of things and took an interest in dance in middle school. I remembered my father calling me a faggot when I had told him I wanted to join the chess club and learn to play once. And I swore I was never going to make my son feel like that. So instead of pushing him away from it, I did what I could to teach him helpful stuff. I taught him balance I'd learned from martial arts classes as I grew up, I taught him fluidity from the boxing moves I knew. I really got behind him on it all. He ended up being great at it and I was at every single dance recital he ever got to be in. I was the proudest dad you'd ever seen. A lot of the other fathers there always looked displeased or disappointed. I just wanted to shake the shit out of them and tell them this was the only son they were going to have. The only unique and truly talented individual in their life that they could make into a great person and show them the way to grow up and be a man. But they didn't care; they just wanted their kid to take karate. Well fuck all that, my kid was a great dancer and I was more proud than any of the mothers that stood on that floor. Devin was my total pride and joy. Devin hit high school and dance became less of an interest but music became more important. I threw myself into that as well and immersed myself in the bands he liked. I read their histories and discographies on Wikipedia. I listened to every album any of them had out. I could actually converse with my son at the dinner table! When he talked about what his new favorite band was doing I could roll with the punches and quote record sales right back at him. We loved each other so much. I felt really special to have a young son who wasn't rebellious against me, well not completely anyway. Some rebellion is necessary. I wanted him to define himself as his own man after all. But it was so great to be part of his life. He took an interest in swimming his sophomore year and I loved teaching him and training with him. I was a shitty swimmer but I could help him do everything and anything. I was at all his meets and yelling the loudest from the stands. He said he could hear my voice even when he was underwater. I was the biggest supporter the team ever had. And I'd do anything for Devin. He came to me sheepish and shy one day, head down, a razor in his hands. "Dad?" It was only one word but obviously a question. "What's up kiddo?" "I...I um." "I already taught you to shave, what's your question son?" I said, jokingly. He sighed and then mumbled, "Dad, will you shave my butt?" I cracked up and he turned so red. I felt so bad but it was a funny question, and not at all what I had expected. He started to turn away and I grabbed his arm and pulled him to me. "Oh, come here. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh, that's just not what I thought you were about to say. I was thinking it was a question about girls and shaving your stubble or something. Yes I'll shave your butt for you." We went upstairs into the bathroom and I sat on the edge of the tub. "Dad, this is fucking weird. I don't want you to have to do this." "Oh it's not weird, stop talking like that. You need to be sleek like a seal if you're going to cut through that water. Let's get your butt smooth and see if we can't cut some seconds off your time." He blushed and put his hands over his face. "Why are you being shy? You're dad has hair on his butt too. I just don't have any reason to shave mine off. Let's get you lathered, pull your shorts down." "Dad, I can't. It took me all day to ask and now I just feel awkward. Let's just skip it." "It's up to you champ. I've seen your butt for years, naked and not. I don't know what you're afraid of but if you want me to shave you I will, if you don't we don't have to. It's your call." He turned around and pulled his shorts down. I pulled him closer to me then lathered up my palms and smeared his butt with shaving cream. I started outside and shaved in, rinsing the razor as I went. I didn't stop till his entire butt was beach ball smooth. "There you go bud, see, that wasn't weird, and now you're all smooth." He wouldn't talk or turn around and then put his hands over his face. "What's wrong? I did down strokes, you won't get in-growns." Still he wouldn't look at me. "Hey bud, what's up." I grabbed his elbow and he stiffened. "You need me to do the crack too?" He nodded his head but didn't speak. Poor little guy. I hoped I hadn't given him body image issues. To my solid muscle he was just a skinny little kid. But there was beauty in that too. I'd taught him that his whole life; who you are, how you are, that's all what makes you great! I got some more lather and slicked up his ass crack. "I know this seems weird because your dad is lathering your butt crack full of shaving cream but there's nothing weird about it. Nobody knows your body better than me, I made it. And who else are you gonna have do this? You don't have to be shy or ashamed. You're a good looking boy Devin. You have an amazing body...you have a fantastic build..." I did one more down stroke with the razor, "And now you also have a perfectly hairless ass. See, nothing to be ashamed of at all." I turned him around to take his hands off his face and then it became apparent why he was so quiet. His dick was so hard it was throbbing with his heartbeat and the head was so swollen it was purple. There was, what I thought at first was a strand of precum slung from the head of his dick and stuck to his knee but as I saw his cock throb another dollop rolled out and dripped down and it became obvious it was a steady stream, not a strand. "Oh fuck." He cried out, awkwardly and with desperation. He turned to run and I grabbed him. "Hey, hey buddy. Don't be ashamed. Fuck that. You're a dude. Your dick gets hard. It's okay. You just had your butt shaved, it's bound to have an effect on your cock too. Don't be afraid or ashamed. Be proud of what you've got there. You're a man Devin, and everything is in working order down there. You don't have to feel bad you popped a boner. It's natural. Probably happens all the time." "Yeah, but not in front of my fucking Dad!" He shouted at me as he started to cry. His eyes were welling with tears. "Buddy, don't talk like that. It's natural. Guys get wood. You got hard in front of your dad, so what? It's a dick. It's doing what it's supposed to do." He sobbed, "It's weird Dad. I didn't want you to shave my butt `cause I was afraid it would happen." "Well see, your head was all wrapped up in it. Of course you gave yourself a boner. If you could will it away you'd be a miracle worker. You're a teenager though, you're supposed to be hard for about 23 hours out of every 24 in a day." I hugged him to me and rubbed the back of his head and he wrapped his arms around me. He sobbed a little bit then hugged me back. "I'm sorry." "Sorry you got hard?" He laughed. "I don't know. Sorry for being a freak I guess. I was just...I just didn't expect it." I rubbed his head and pulled his chin up so he was looking me in the eyes. "You are not a freak Devin. You are the most perfect boy in the world. You're the reason I'm happy all the time. I'm proud of you. Don't be so hard on yourself. You're a teenager and you got hard. So what? You're a swimmer and you needed your butt shaved, so what? This is all just life buddy. Don't beat yourself down, I won't have it." I bear hugged him then let him go. "Now go to your room and beat off, you're dripping dick snot all over my bathroom floor." He giggled and wiped the tears out of his eyes and thanked me then pulled his shorts back up and headed to his room. As he walked off I made a mental note to buy him some bigger shorts...kid had a dick like his dads. If that thing was getting hard like that in class he'd be hard pressed to keep it contained. The next day, Devin won his swim meet and it became our ritual to shave his butt every Thursday. He continued to do well in both school and in swimming and as he started his junior year life did what life does, which is throw you a curve ball you never see coming. Marilee got sick. It came on so quick and it was so vicious. She was healthy one day then the next she felt ill. She went to the doctor and three days later she was sicker still. Two more doctor visits and a few ideas for a diagnosis and then she looked thirty years older than me all of a sudden. They did tests and one by one they checked things off the list and still they couldn't tell us what was wrong. Marilee was hospitalized on a Monday, sent to the ICU on Wednesday, and on Friday I was at the funeral home picking out her casket. Devin was my savior through it all. I'd have died if my little man hadn't been there. I was a complete fucking wreck and could barely get all the basic shit done. Signing papers, filling out forms. I'd break down and cry and he'd come pull me back together. Then he'd break down and cry and I'd put him back up on his feet. We were the only reason the other didn't go off the deep end and not come back. The funeral came, then it went. The days came, then they went. He and I were lost in a haze. We barely spoke, not out of resentment or anger, but just out of blind loss. We missed her so much. Time marched on, Devin went back to school and I went back to work. Two months went by and you get back into a routine. You're not there but you march forward and you remember most of the steps. It was so hard, on both of us. But we made it. And as the days went by we got stronger and relied more on each other. Month number four, it was May now. We kind of had our shit together at this point and had resumed our lives. Devin had turned 16 a month ago and we celebrated quietly. Still too soon since we'd lost Marilee to put a bunch of joy behind it but I made the day special for him. There was no reason he had to stop existing too. He started talking about the end of the school year and I started talking about the start of our busy season and we swore to make sure we'd keep spending quality time with each other. The rainstorms were constant this time of year and we had one almost every night. This was the fifth one in a row as he and I sat down to dinner. "Dad, I don't want us to get so busy we don't see each other okay? I want to take a day or two every week to spend time together and stay connected." "Hey champ, you don't worry about that. You're going to be asking your Pop to stop breathing down your neck I'll be on you so much." He blushed and looked away and said, "I'm going to make sure we spend quality time together. Not just sitting down to dinner but actually doing stuff together." "I'll do the same buddy. We're inseparable you and I. You really are my greatest joy in life Devin. I love you." "I love you too Dad." We washed up the dishes and joked around with each other a bit and then he headed to bed. I watched a little TV then shut it down and headed to bed myself. I was missing Marilee hard that night. I just wanted to go to bed and get some sleep. I crawled into bed and listened to the rain against the window. I never heard the thunder, that's how deep in sleep I was. I didn't wake till I heard his voice. "Dad!" I don't know how many times he'd said it. "Devin? What time is it?" Just then there was a thunder crack that shook the entire house. My eyes snapped open and my senses were suddenly all awake. "It's been like that for twenty minutes now, how did you sleep through that?" "Sorry champ, I was a tired pup tonight. Are you okay?" "Just scared is all, can I climb in bed with you?" "Yeah, here buddy, get in." I threw the covers open and Devin slid into bed next to me. "Thunder is loud as shit. How many times has it cracked?" "Two or three, since the last one that woke me up. Sorry I'm being a pussy." "Oh don't talk like that. It's a big empty house and the thunder is loud. I'd be looking for a bed mate too. You warm over there?" "Umm, a little. Actually, I'm kind of cold." "I'll get another blanket for you champ." "No, actually, can I just lay next to you Dad? Like, closer." "Oh yeah buddy, of course. Sidle up to me here." He slid next to me and pressed himself against me like a koala wrapping around a tree branch. His arm slid across my chest and he draped a leg over mine. I slid my arm under his head so I didn't have to keep it above my head and he pressed his face into my armpit. "Jesus, you are cold Devin. Your feet are like ice." "Can you put your arm around me Dad." "Yeah buddy." I put my arm down his back and pulled him closer to me. He must have just showered, his hair smelled fresh and clean. His warm body wrapped around me and the smell of his hair made me feel so comfortable I started to drift off again. "Dad, are you awake." I was probably only half awake at this point but I mumbled back to him, "Mmhmm." "Dad, do you...?" He was quiet and I was drowsing in and out. "Do you ever...? Do you ever jerk off?" "Mmhmm. Why?" "I just wondered. I do it a lot and I didn't know if that was normal." "You're a guy, champ. We do it all the time." I was almost completely asleep at this point. His hand went from draping across my chest to resting on my abs now. "Dad?" I didn't have the sense to respond. I was almost gone. The rain was getting quieter and my son's breath against my side was warm and made me feel safe and calm. "Dad, are you awake?" I didn't respond again, and probably wasn't really awake anyway. The thunder struck again, quieter this time, and very distant, but loud enough it woke me. I could still feel Devin's breath in my armpit and my hand was down his back. My cock was rock hard and tenting the sheets. Not sure when that happened but I didn't want it jabbing my boy in his sleep so I went to roll over. Only then did I realize his hand wasn't on my abs anymore. It was wrapped around the base of my shaft. I stiffened. Did he know he'd grabbed it? Was he asleep? How the fuck was I going to get out of his grip? "Devin? Son, are you awake?" I whispered into the dark. His breathing didn't change. It was still rapid and constant. "Devin buddy, are you awake?" Still no response. Probably just grabbed my cock in his sleep and then I got hard and it wouldn't go down. I started to roll over to just break his grip and turn my back to him. "Dad? Why is your dick so big?" "What?!" I asked, sucking in my breath. Was he sleep talking? What did he mean why was my dick so big?! "Why is your dick so big and hard?" "Champ, are you awake?" "Is your dick hard for me Dad?" "Devin?! What are you saying?" I sat up in bed and reached down to pull his hand away. "Dad, I have a confession to make. Remember last year when I had you shave my butt? I did it because I wanted you to touch me like that. I wanted to imagine your hands on me sexually. I wanted to imagine you were touching me with lust and love." "Devin?! What the fuck? Why are you talking like that." My son was coming on to me! "I love you Dad. I love you like a Dad but I love you more than that too. I want you Dad, please." "Devin! What are you..." My dick was not going down, it was actually getting harder. What was going on? He was my kid! "Dad, I want to have sex with you. Will you please? I'm so lonely and I love you so much. You are so beautiful and strong, I feel so safe with you. Please, will you have sex with me Dad?" "Devin, I'm your Dad! I can't fuck you?" "I know you love me. I love you too. I want to go further. I need this, please." My cock bubbled out a huge drop of precum and Devin slid down and sucked it into his mouth. "Oh fuck." I said out loud. "Oh fuck, don't. Stop doing that son....Uhh...don't stop doing that." My son had his mouth wrapped around the head of my dick and started sucking for all he was worth. And to me he was worth so much! The feeling was amazing and intense. It felt so good I started thrusting into his mouth. Then I heard him gag and suddenly I snapped out of the lust. I grabbed him and yanked him up to me, face to face. "Devin I'm your Dad! I can't do this. We can't be doing this." He leaned forward and kissed me. "Fuck me Dad. I want to feel you inside me." I rolled him onto his back and held him down by the shoulders and stared into his face. "Devin, we're father and son, we're not supposed to do things like that." He wrapped his legs around my hips. "I don't care what the rest of the world says Dad, I know what I want and what I need. I want you to do this with me and I need you inside me." He wiggled his butt against my throbbing cock and all my sense stopped working in rational function. "You want me to fuck you? Is that what you want? You want Daddy dick in your butt?" "Oh God yes! Oh please Daddy. I just need you to fuck me." I grabbed my jerk off lube from the bedside stand and slathered my dick with it then wiped my hand off on his hole. "You're all warm and wet son. You ready for this?! You want your Dad inside you." "Holy fuck! Yes, please do this Dad. Please do this for me. Do this to me." I slipped the head of my cock in his hole and the sensation was astounding. He was ridiculously tight and the girth of my cock was stretching him to the limit. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Oh Dad, yeah, don't stop! Please just give it all to me at once! I've been practicing. I need this. Please just put all of you inside me!" I was on fire with lust and couldn't resist. The need was so powerful and I listened to my son calling for me to bury myself in him. I slid, in one long steady motion, all 10 inches into his butt until my balls were resting on his hole. My cock was throbbing inside him and I could feel his heart pounding around my intruding shaft. "Oh Jesus fucking Christ! Oh that's so much more than I thought it would be! Oh, Daddy, you are so warm. You're dick is so big in me but it feels so good." "You can't keep talking like that son, you're going to make me cum." "Cum for me Daddy, please. Cum inside me. It's what I want. I have wanted it for so long. Please!" My cock started to throb and I could feel my balls draw up tighter against my body. I usually had to slam my cock into a nice wet pussy for a good fifteen minutes to get off but being inside my son for all of ten seconds and I was already on the edge of orgasm. "Is that what you want champ? You want your Dad's cum in you." "Holy shit yes. Oh Dad, please give me this. Give me you. I want the cum that created me to be inside me. Make me pregnant with your sperm Dad. Give your son the seed you made him with." I don't know where my boy learned to talk so fucking nasty but it did it for me. I didn't even have to thrust, I just started gushing cum inside my son's quivering and pulsing hole. "Ohhhh!!! Uhhhh!!! Uhhh!! Oh shit! I'm cumming so deep inside you baby! I'm giving you all that cum! I'm putting a baby in my baby!" "Oh my fucking God! That is so hot Dad. Breed me! Tear my ass apart with that horse cock! Don't ever let me forget who I belong to. Don't ever let me forget who's cum created me." I leaned forward and started kissing my son. Deep and passionately. My cock would not stop pulsing cum into him. Every time I thought I was done another wave hit me. The intensity was so good. One of the best orgasms I'd ever had. "You're breeding me Dad! You're inside me and you're breeding me." He brushed his hand against my cheek and smiled up at me. I could only faintly see in the dim light but he had a tear running down his cheek. "I love you champ. I love you so much. I didn't even know I needed this. Didn't even know I wanted this. This is so good. This is so perfect. I love my cum in you. I love your hole wrapped around my cock." "I love you too Dad. I was made to take your dick. I have dreamt of it for years. I wanted this so badly. Thank you for giving it to me." I leaned back down and we kissed again then I wrapped around him and rolled onto my back so he was lying on top of me, my cock was still impaling him. "I want to go to sleep like this champ, is that okay?" "Oh yes Dad. More than okay. I want this too. I want your cock to stay inside me all night. I want to wake up with you still in me and I want you to put more cum in me. I just want to be like this tonight, father and son. Just us and our love expressed to the max." I kissed him again and he kissed back then laid his head against my shoulder. "Can you feel all your cum in me Dad?" I giggled a little. "I can." "I can feel it squishing around inside me. I love it so much. All that stuff... that's what made me, Dad. I wanted it in me so bad. Thank you for doing this for me." "I can feel it squishing around my cock too. It's so wet and so slick. This is heaven son. This feels so good." "Go to sleep with me Dad. I want to just lay like this with you inside me and relish this moment." I bear hugged him but didn't let go. His tight hole kept pulsing around my now soft cock and as I wrapped a hand around the back of his head and pulled him to my chest I suddenly felt how wet it was between us. My boy had pasted us together with his cum too. It was perfect. My little man had busted a nut all over me and I had filled him with my own cum in return. Something I didn't even know I wanted and yet it was so perfect. It was exactly what both of us needed. I started to drift off and he was already softly snoring against my chest. My cock began to harden again inside him and he grunted in his sleep. I wanted to fuck him again so bad but I also just wanted this moment to last forever. I held him closer and soon I was asleep as well. In my dreams I was pounding the fuck out of him as he called me Dad and I buried myself inside him. Out of dream, we were together as father and son but also as lovers now. Summer break was going to be really fucking interesting!