Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2018 00:19:02 +0000
From: lexnifty <lexnifty@protonmail.com>
Subject: Becoming Daddy's Faggot

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Matthew sat on the brown microfiber couch, his son's head resting on his
lap.  The young boy was enthralled watching some cartoon Matthew had no
interest in.  Having the day off, he figured he would spend some
much-needed time with his boy.

"Timmy, are you awake?" Matthew asks his son.

"Mmhmm, daddy," Timmy asks, looking up at his dad.

Matthew looks down at his son and smiles, "just making sure.  You know, I
was thinking, maybe we could go swimming later?"

"Really?!  You mean it?!  Yes!!!" Timmy jumps up and starts dancing around,
making Matthew chuckle.

"Sure, sport.  Once the food settles, we will go," Matthew says, attempting
to calm the boy down.

Knowing there was no way the boy was going to be able to sit and watch TV
anymore, Matthew gets up and starts cleaning up the kitchen.  Timmy was all
too eager to help his dad, and soon the two had the kitchen cleaned up in
record time.

"Alright, alright.  Go get dressed, little buddy!" Matthew tells his boy.

"Okay, daddy.  You change too!" Timmy says before running up the stairs to
his bedroom.

Matthew shakes his head and laughs at his son's enthusiasm before heading
upstairs as well.  He goes to his dresser and pulls out his trunks,
stopping to admire himself in the full-length mirror as he slowly
undresses.

Matthew had been an athlete all his life, his semi-pro career ended only
after injuring his knee in a game before Timmy was born.  Still, at 35 he
looked better than a lot of guys his age.  Not only did he work out 5 times
a week, his job as a firefighter kept him in tip top shape.

The 6', 180 lbs. father continued to admire his beefy pecs and 6-pack abs,
covered in a dense layer of dark hair until a shout from his son broke him
out of his trance.

"Daddy!!" Timmy shouts.

Matthew runs to his son's room in his loose, tattered boxers to find the
boy with his shorts under his bubble butt unable to pull them up.  Matthew
does his best to stifle his laugh, but he couldn't help it.

"It's not funny!  They don't fit!  My butt is too big," Timmy pouts.

"I'm sorry squirt.  Guess we need to go out and buy you a new pair.
There's still enough time," Matthew says, still chuckling, but admiring his
son's bubble butt.

"Daddyyyyy!  Stop, it's not funny!  I don't wanna go to the store.  You
always take too long," Timmy complains, a bit embarrassed.

Over the past few months, Timmy had gone through a growth spurt.  The boy
had not only shot up a few inches, but he started to lose his baby fat and
was leaning out, well, all except his perky butt.  It seemed all the weight
the boy lost went right to his butt. The boy was becoming more active, not
to mention the hours of gymnastic training.

"Okay, sorry buddy.  Come on, it's not that bad.  Maybe, I can help,"
Matthew says smiling and getting down on his knees, the head of his cock
now hanging out of his boxers.

Timmy giggles at the sight of his father's manhood but doesn't think much
of it.  However, he got a funny stirring in his tummy, making him blush
slightly.

"You okay?" Matthew asks his son.

Timmy nods and watches as his dad loosens the drawstrings and manages to
pull the shorts over his plump behind.  He looks down and giggles, covering
his mouth, as his boy dick is now sticking out of the shorts.

"Guess we need to put that away, too," Matthew says, laughing, before
grabbing his boy's flaccid penis and tucking it away before closing the
Velcro straps and tying the shorts.

Matthew stands up, his cock once again hidden, and looks at his son.  The
shorts look painted on, riding up the boy's butt crack.  Subconsciously, he
licks his lips, admiring the view.

A few months ago, he discovered an app called Confessions.  He had seen it
on a buddy's phone and looked it up later, not wanting to admit he was
being nosey.  The app provided users the ability to confess their deepest
and darkest desires anonymously and others can like and comment publicly
and privately.

He started exploring the app, reading others' confessions of infidelity and
taboo desires.  A week after downloading the app, a confession caught his
eyes and he hadn't been able to stop thinking of it.

"I wanna fuck my son."

Matthew didn't know why but the confession made him rock hard, and those
simple words made him lose countless loads.  After a week, Matthew decided
to reply to the confession privately.

"Hey man.  I haven't been able to stop jerking off thinking about what you
wrote.  I have a little boy," He wrote before being able to change his
mind.

"Nice.  You ever play with him?" The person behind the confession wrote
back almost immediately.

Matthew couldn't believe his eyes.  The guy behind his masturbatory fantasy
was writing back.  Cock in hand, he replied.

"No.  Too pussy.  You?" Matthew asks.

"LOL.  I know the feeling.  It took me a while, but yeah.  Turned him into
a regular little cock hound," the man replies.

Not able to finish reading, Matthew spills a load all over his well-built,
hairy torso.  Guilt sets in and Matthew tosses his phone to the side and
jumps into the shower, ashamed the thought of fucking his son turned him on
so much.

This scenario repeated itself weekly for the next few months.  Each time,
he found himself pushing the boundaries a bit more with his son.  He would
walk around half dressed, leaving the door open when he pissed or showered
hoping to catch his son's attention.

Try as he might, his son wouldn't take the bait.  Timmy was very na‹ve
and innocent.  Matthew expressed his frustrations to his newfound internet
friend, Roger, who was all too eager to help him along.

"Sometimes you just have to take a direct approach.  Make it a game," Roger
tells his frustrated friend.

"I guess you're probably right," Matthew replies.

This was exactly the opportunity Roger was talking about.  He had seen his
boy's ass multiple times but now he had touched him.  Matthew's cock was
starting to stiffen, and he quickly ducked out of his son's room before he
noticed.

"All in due time," he tells himself, walking into his room to finish
changing.

"Daddy, I'm ready!" Timmy shouts from downstairs.

Tucking his now hard dick in his waistband, Matthew comes downstairs.  He
grabs a backpack and fills it with snacks, sunscreen and towels before the
two leave for the community pool.

As usual, the pool is almost empty, besides a family on the opposite end of
the pool.  Matthew sets their things down in a shaded cabana and pulls his
son close to him.

"Alright let's get some sunscreen on you and then you can go swim," Matthew
instructs and Timmy smiles.

The boy was all too eager to jump into the pool, but he stayed still as his
dad's hands rubbed the lotion all over his legs.  Timmy had been in
gymnastics and swimming classes since he was 2, and the boy's body was
developing quite nicely. When Matthew's hands reached the top of his legs,
they grazed his boyhood, making the boy giggle.

"Sorry, little buddy.  Gotta make sure you don't burn," Matthew replies
innocently.

"I know.  It just tickled a little daddy," Timmy says laughing.

Not wanting to draw attention to himself, Matthew squirts more sunscreen on
his hands and starts rubbing it on his boy's back but when he reaches his
chest, he gets a surprise.  As Matt continues to slather the lotion on his
son's chest, he rubs the boy's nipples, eliciting a moan.

'Did he like that?' Matt asks himself, deciding to pay special attention to
the boy's nipples as he continues rubbing the lotion on him.

Sure enough, the boy is moaning softly as Matthew's thumbs rub the boy's
sensitive, pink nipples.  Matt's cock is starting to react and tenting,
while Timmy has thrown his head back, mouth agape slightly, moaning softly.

Matthew stops and looks down and realizes his son now has a small tent in
his shorts.  He looks around to see if anyone heard or saw, but as
expected, no one did.

"Daddy, that felt really good, but can I swim now?" Timmy asks, giving his
father his signature toothy smile.

"You liked that?" Matthew asks, and Timmy nodded fervently.

He feels his cock leaking steadily as he watches his son cannonball into
the water.  This is it.  This is the opportunity he was looking for.  After
playing for a few hours, Timmy was a bit exhausted and the two called it a
day.

"Dude, it's gonna happen.  I rubbed sunscreen on him and when I touched his
nipples he got hard and started moaning," Matthew types to his buddy,
Roger.

"Fuck dude!  You got him.  Wish I could watch this go down.  You maybe
wanna chat on the phone?" Roger suggests and without thinking Matthew gives
him his number.

Not even 5 seconds later, his phone starts ringing.  His stomach is in
knots, doing summersaults, but his cock urges him to pick up his phone.

Tyson McComb, the caller ID reads.

Matthew lets out a sigh of relief; it's only his coworker.  Matthew quickly
clears his throat before answering.

"Hello?" He answers.

"Wow.  You know, I'm surprised you didn't figure out it was me sooner with
all the hints I was dropping," Tyson says, his deep voice booming on the
other end.

"What?  What are you talking about?" Matthew asks, panicked.

He looks over at his sleeping son on the couch, his pink, pouty lips
slightly parted, before turning his attention back to the phone call.

"It's me, Roger.  I'll be over in a bit," Tyson replies before the line
goes dead.

The color starts to drain from Matthew's face.  No.  There is no way Roger
is Tyson.  Tyson and Matthew had worked together at the fire department for
years.  He is how Matthew found out about Confessions.

Matthew reaches out and grabs the wall for support as his knees start to
buckle in fear.  What had he done?!  5 minutes later, there was a knock at
the door.

'If I don't answer, maybe he will leave,' Matthew thinks to himself.

However, the knock comes again, only harder this time.  Matthew attempts to
ignore it, however, unbeknownst to him, Timmy wakes up, rubbing his eyes
slightly and walks to the door.

"Whoa." Timmy says looking up at the 6'3", 200 lbs. frame in the doorway.

"Hey, Timmy!  Is your daddy home?" Tyson's voice booms, making Matthew jump
and walk into the living room.

"Timmy go upstairs, buddy," Matthew says, and Timmy nods and heads up the
stairs, looking back occasionally, staring at the man curiously.

"What are you doing here?" Matthew asks.

"I came to get a front row seat to the show you promised me," Tyson
chuckles, closing the door behind him and leading Matthew into the living
room.

"Dude, you have to know I was kidding.  I was just fucking with you,"
Matthew states, the quiver in his voice betraying him.

"Sure.  Look man, relax.  I'm glad the secret is finally out.  I was hoping
you would guess it on your own, but you're a little self-absorbed, so I
guess I should have known better.  Look to prove it to you, I brought you a
little present.  Turn on the TV," Tyson orders, but his voice is much
calmer now.

Almost as if on auto-pilot, Matthew grabs the remote and turns on the TV.
Timmy was a good kid, so he didn't have to worry about him coming
downstairs.

"What is it?" Matthew asks, curiously, starting to relax a bit.

"You'll see," Tyson says smiling.

Soon the television screen lights up and the beautiful face of a boy fills
the screen.  The boy looks directly at the camera and giggles.

"Daddy, you're funny.  Can we play that game again?  I want more of that
sweet stuff," the boy says, licking his lips.

"Is that..." Matthew asks and Tyson nods, smiling cockily.

Soon the boy is on his knees in front of who Matthew assumes is Tyson and
starts working the man's sizable cock.  Tyson grabs the boy's head and
thrusts into his mouth, making him gag a few times before allowing the boy
to work his cock at his own pace.  This went on for a few minutes before
the boy got his juicy reward.

"I would have brought him, but he's at his grandparents for the weekend.
Timmy come downstairs, please," Tyson says, not giving Matthew a chance to
reply.

Matthew quickly turns off the TV as he hears his boy's footsteps descending
the stairs.  The boy smiles shyly at the unknown guest and then at his dad.

"Yes?" Timmy asks politely.

"Timmy do you wanna play a game?" Tyson asks smiling warmly at the boy.

"Mmmhmm!  I love games!  What game is it?" Timmy asks, looking at his dad
as if to ask for permission.

"Why don't you tell him Matt?" Tyson says, looking at his friend.

Clearing his throat a few times before he's able to talk he looks at his
son and then at his buddy, "Well Timmy, it's a special game, but we can't
play it unless you promise never to tell anyone."

"I promise daddy!  I won't tell anyone! I pinky promise," Timmy says,
causing both men to laugh.

"Okay, good boy.  You know I think we should get cleaned up first.  We
still smell like the pool," Matthew says and his son nods, smiling shyly at
their guest.

They all head upstairs, Matthew leading the way to the master bathroom.
When the three are in, Tyson wastes no time undressing.  As he peels his
shirt off, Timmy's eyes are glued to the man.  Whereas Matthew is lean and
cut, Tyson is bulking.  There is no six pack, instead a small belly.  The
man was solid.

The boy was enthralled with the view as Tyson's meaty pecs and hairy pits
come into view.  Both men look down and his shorts are tented.  Matthew
starts to remove his shorts revealing his equally hard 7-inch cock.

"Go ahead, Timmy, get your shorts off," Matthew says and Timmy quickly
nods.

Tyson pulls down his shorts and his fully hard, dripping 6.5-inch uncut
dick comes into view.  Timmy looks at it curiously before speaking.

"Mister?  You're really hairy like my daddy but why does your willy look
different than mine and daddy's?" Timmy asks.

"Well, Timmy, first of all, call me Tyson.  Secondly, some men have extra
skin on their dicks and some boys like you and your daddy have it removed,"
Tyson explains while the boy's father looks on.

"Does it hurt?" The na‹ve boy asks.

"Having the extra skin actually makes it feel better when you touch it,"
Tyson explains.

"Can I.... can I touch it?" Timmy asks, shyly.

"Well I'm ok with it, but you should probably ask your dad for permission.
Then, if he says yes, I'll let you touch it, but you have to let me do
something to you too.  Deal?" Tyson asks, and both father and son look at
him curiously.

"Like what?" Timmy asks.

"Yeah, like what?" Matthew asks, finding his voice, standing at attention
next to his boy.

"You will like it," Tyson says.

"Okay!  Daddy, can I?" Timmy asks.

Matthew takes a big gulp and slowly nods.  He stares at the man in front of
his boy, his cock rock hard and hairy.  The loose foreskin covers his
entire cock, even hard, but he can still make out the big, thick mushroom
head.

Timmy's small hand reaches out and grabs Tyson's cock, resulting in the man
letting out a low moan.  Timmy starts to feel and pet the man's cock,
unsure what to do, but in awe.

"Son, wrap your hand around it and pull it up and down," Matthew instructs,
his voice a bit hoarse.

"Like this?" Timmy asks, trying his best to follow directions, but not
quite getting it.

"Come here, and I'll show you, little buddy," Matthew says, not wanting his
son's full attention to be on Tyson, after all they were here because of
him.

The small boy takes his hand off the hairy uncut meat and walks over to his
naked dad.  Matthew takes the boy's hand and wraps it around his meat,
enveloping his boy's hand in his own and stroking himself.

Timmy's eyes grow in amazement when his dad's cock starts dribbling a
copious amount of precum, slicking the boy's hand.  He removes his hand and
looks at his dad, a bit confused.

"Daddyyy, did you pee on me?!" Timmy asks, eliciting a laugh from both men.

"Timmy, sometimes when men are excited, they produce what's called precum.
It's a delicious treat that makes boys like you grow big and strong," the
boy's father explained.

Timmy looks over at Tyson suspiciously, only to receive a nod from Tyson.

"Why don't you go ahead and taste it, sport?  My son likes to drink it,
too," Tyson encouraged.

Timmy thinks about it for a moment, unsure of what to do next.  The thought
grosses him out to think his dad might have peed on him but if Tyson's son
drinks it, it can't be too bad.  Sensing the boy's indecision, Tyson comes
up behind him and rubs his perky, pink nipples.

Soon the boy is moaning and squirming, his little dick pulsating.  Tyson's
dick is pressed firmly into the middle of the boy's back, leaking down the
small of his back and into the crack of his bubble butt.

Without thinking of anything but the pleasure Tyson is giving him by
playing with his sensitive nipples, Timmy leans down and laps at his
father's leaking cock head.

"That's it, Timmy.  Taste your daddy's juice.  It tastes good doesn't it?"
Tyson coaxed, still flicking the boy's nipples.

A loud, hearty moan is all the boy utters as his small tongue attempts to
catch every drop of the flowing precum.  Matthew was a heavy precummer but
he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to hold off without coating his son's
angelic face in his thick, slimy cum.

"That feels amazing, buddy.  Why don't you taste some of Tyson's too?
Maybe his tastes different.  Don't forget how daddy taught you to grab it,"
Matthew encourages, pulling his boy off.

"Okay.  I can try," Timmy says turning around and getting a face full of
Tyson's hard, hairy body.

Timmy grabs the man's cock in his hand and starts to pull back and forth,
like his dad taught him.  Tyson, becoming impatient grabs the boy's hand
and pulls back a bit harder exposing the entire mushroom head.

The almost sweet, musky smell fills the room as the man's foreskin is
peeled back.  The aroma hypnotizes Timmy who leans forward, inhales more,
and then starts lapping at the fragrant piece of meat in front of him.  The
boy is lost in his own world tasting the tangy, slightly salty precum.

Tyson throws his head back in passion, thrusting his hips forward a bit,
hitting the boy on the cheek with his cock.  The boy takes his fingers and
wipes it off, bringing his fingers to his mouth to clean them off.

"Do you like it, buddy?" Matthew asks, breaking Timmy out of his trance.

"Mmhmm, daddy.  Yours is sweet but Tyson's is a little salty but it's good
too!" Timmy says, beaming.

"Why don't you show Tyson how flexible you are, squirt?" Matthew asks,
trying to see how far he can push it.

"Ok, daddy.  Tyson watch this," Timmy says proudly before jumping into the
splits.

"Wow!  You are really flexible.  What else can you do?" Tyson asks, winking
at the boy's dad.

Timmy thinks for a second before standing up.  The boy arches his back and
soon he is in a bridge pose.  His tiny, hard 3-inch boy dick is sticking
straight out.  Timmy looks at both men, before sinking down and lying flat
on his back.

"Wow, sport.  That was impressive," Matthew says, earning him a beaming
smile from Timmy.

"That was awesome!  I bet you can't put both your legs behind your head,"
Tyson taunts the flexible boy.

"Uh huh!  Yes, I can!" Timmy says.

Both men look on as the boy takes his legs and folds them behind his head.
His arms help pull his legs further back, raising his butt a bit off the
floor.  As he does this, his cheeks spread exposing the boy's untouched,
pink pucker.

His crack is hairless, and both men lean forward looking at the
barely-there butthole.  The tiny folds of the boy's pucker, calling to
them.  They look at each other before looking at the boy.

"Timmy do you remember how good it felt when daddy and Tyson played with
your nipples earlier?" Matthew asks.

Timmy nods quickly, still in his pretzel position, as if it was the most
comfortable position he'd ever been in, "yes.  I liked it!"

"Well, I can show you a spot that feels even better.  You wanna try?"
Matthew says, licking his lips as his son eagerly nods.

Tyson moves over allowing his buddy room, knowing exactly what he had in
mind.  Matthew lies on the ground between his boy's legs, bringing his nose
in to the boy's melon shaped cheeks.

"Daddy, that's my butt," Timmy giggles.

Matthew ignores the boy and inhales deep, taking in his boy's scent.  The
smell of chlorine is strong, but he gets hints of boy, that sweet, tangy
scent that is almost impossible to describe.  Without thinking, he sticks
out his tongue and starts lapping at his boy's butthole.

Timmy giggles as his dad starts licking his butt, but soon he's moaning and
pulling his legs back further.  The feeling was indescribable.  The feeling
was better than anything he had ever experienced, he wanted more.  No, he
needed more.

"I think he likes it," Tyson says, jerking off next to his buddy, hoping to
get a turn.

Timmy's boyish moans fill the room.  The high-pitched, desperate moans were
driving both men crazy.  Tyson nudges Matt, as if to ask him to finish up
and let him have a turn.  Matt begrudgingly relinquishes his spot, knowing
this hole belonged to him and he did owe it to Tyson.

"Stand up, Timmy.  Get on the bed and get on all fours, bud," Tyson
commands.

Timmy willingly complies.  The boy's eyes are glazed over in pleasure as he
walks to his dad's bed and climbs on.  He then gets on his knees before
leaning forward, his face resting on the bed, his arms at his side.

"Good boy, Timmy," Tyson says, jerking his cock a bit more before taking
his place behind the boy.

Tyson starts lapping at the boy's pussy.  There was an animalistic hunger
in the man.  He grabs Timmy's hips and pulls him back, starting to tongue
fuck the now moaning Timmy.

The boy's mouth was slightly parted, and Matthew decides not to let this
opportunity pass him by.  He climbs onto the bed, sitting in front of his
boy's face.  Matt's cock stands at attention, leaking more precum.

Timmy looks up at his father and smiles before looking down and sees the
leaking cock.  He opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue licking his
dad's cock with a newfound hunger.

"Open your mouth and suck it, baby.  You will get more that way," Matthew
instructs his boy.

Not wanting to disobey, the small boy opens his mouth and takes the head of
his father's cock in.  He nurses the head slowly, savoring all the flavors.
His dad was right, the more he sucked the more of the sweet stuff came out.

The boy's senses were overloaded with pleasure.  He was moaning, never
wanting this to end.  However, Tyson stands up, his face slick with saliva
and the boy's ass juices.

"Timmy get on your knees and open your mouth," Tyson orders and shoves his
cock into the boy's open mouth.

The boy chokes and gags but that doesn't stop Tyson.  Matthew nudges his
buddy and gives him a glare, as if to get him to stop.

The man stops thrusting his hips forward and allows the boy to suck at his
own speed.  The boy is slowly jerking the man while running his tongue all
over the ample foreskin.  The tastes and smells were so strong and
different than when he had been sucking his dad and he loved it.

Timmy quickly pulls off Tyson's dick and looks up at his friend, "You can
do that again where you choked me.  I liked it."

Neither man could believe their ears and Tyson wasted no time.  He grabbed
Timmy by the back of the head and starts to fuck the boy's mouth.  Timmy
was choking but didn't stop.  In fact, he sucked harder.

His pink lips were now glistening as they wrapped around the hairy, uncut
dick of his father's friend.  Tyson's large, hairy nuts rise up in their
sac as his orgasm approaches.  His balls tighten up, his toes curl and he
holds the boy's head in place.

"Timmy.... a lot of juice... is gonna cum out.  Swallow it... all," Tyson
moans.

Matthew watches in awe as his son's face starts to turn blue a bit but the
boy makes no attempt to stop Tyson.  He sits there as the older man coats
his mouth with rope after rope of cum.

"Fuuuuck!" Tyson moans, as the boy sucks the last drops of cum from his
slowly softening cock.

Timmy coughs, attempting to catch his breath, after being forced to swallow
the large amount of cum.  His mouth felt slimy and the more he coughed, the
more he could feel the thick, slimy juice coming back up.  He finally stops
and savors the taste licking his lips.

"Daddy will you let me drink yours too?" Timmy asks, crawling over to his
dad.

The words were all Matthew needed to hear, and soon he was painting his
son's face in his own thick, warm, white cum.  Glob after glob hit the
boy's angelic face until he was covered, and it was dripping down his chin.
The boy was blowing bubbles with it as he breathed.

"Wow!  That was cool!" Timmy says, his words a bit mumbled through all the
cum covering his lips.

"Nice," Tyson says to Matthew, impressed, "my boy is gonna love you."

Matthew smiles proud of himself, looking at his boy's cum covered face,
"use your fingers to get yourself clean.  Make sure you drink it all,
baby."

"Okay, daddy," Timmy says, burping a cum bubble.

Both men watch in amazement as the small boy hungrily licks his fingers,
scooping as much of the sweet, warm, slick liquid into his mouth.

"Good boy, Timmy.  You're now a faggot!" Matthew says proudly.

Timmy looked up at both men, beaming.  He didn't know what a faggot was but
if his daddy said he was one, then he was proud to be a faggot.

"Thank you, daddy!  I'm glad to be a faggot, especially if it means I can
drink more juice from your willies," Timmy says, giggling.


AUTHOR'S NOTES:

I typically don't write short stories like this, but I was inspired by an
idea a reader of my series My Little Brother, The Slut sent me.  I didn't
include age or stats of the boy to let the reader create their dream boy.

This was fun, and I hope you guys enjoyed reading.  If you liked, please
check out my series under adult/youth- My Little Brother, The Slut.  I am
20 chapters in and still going.

I welcome any constructive criticism and feedback on this story.  Feel free
to send me suggestions of scenarios you may want to read about, and I'll
pick a few to work on.

As always, thank you 'hornysukboy' for proofing the story.  You are
amazing, and I am so grateful!

Alex
lexnifty@protonmail.com