Date: Thu, 25 Mar 2021 19:28:48 +0000
From: Shazzbutt1975 <Shazzbutt1975@protonmail.com>
Subject: Compulsion (a Gay Incest story)- part 1

This Story is from my twisted mind. I wrote it and am in no way condoning
any illegal behavior. In other words,DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME! If you are
underage or it is illegal to read such materials where you are,
discontinue reading further.

This is my first attempt at writing a story like this. Please be kind.
Constructive criticism, suggestions or ideas are welcome, and you can
reach me at shazzbutt1975@potonmail.com or Wickr: boobear75.

Also none of this may be used without express permission from myself.
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please enjoy...


COMPULSION


I couldn't help it. I just couldn't keep myself from doing it. How
could a father not be able to control his compulsion?

As a cool evening fell, i was reclining on the Chesterfield sofa in my
pajama bottoms reading a good book. Or at least i thought it was a good
book. It just didn't seem to be able to keep my attention when there
were other more enticing things nearby. Younger, firmer, more luscious
things nearby. Strictly speaking, my 9 year old son.

I kept trying to get lost in my book, though i seemed to keep reading the
same sentence, the same paragraph over again. I couldn't help it, his
skin was so beautiful in the fire light. The play of the light on all the
small curves of his healthy young body was just too enticing to resist. I
found myself glancing out of the side of my eye at that perfect specimen
of boyhood. I just couldn't help myself. I just wanted him, deep down in
the pit of my stomach. Wanted him deep in that place in my mind that when
it's accessed, makes me feel tingly and hungry at the same time.

We had resigned ourselves to settle in for the evening. It was quite cool
out, perfect weather for a fire. I had changed into some pajama bottoms
and nothing else. They were flannel and i loved the way the texture of
the fabric feels rubbing against my scrotum and circumcised penis. In
fact, that may very well have led to the way I was feeling at just that
moment. That and the fact that my son is so damn beautiful.

So, while i was reclining on the couch in my pajamas, Cameron, my son,
was lying on his stomach on the rug in front of the fireplace. He lay
there quietly coloring and softly humming to himself as he did; bare legs
in the air. We had both gotten in to what we usually slept in, for the
most part. I usually slept naked, but I didn't want to have to explain
my nudity to my kid, so I donned the pj's instead of my usual birthday
suit. My son on the other hand, liked to sleep in his briefs only.
Tonight he had on a white pair with fire trucks on them. They were
perfect for a night in front of the fire, and they hugged his beautifully
round, symmetrical ass perfectly! By this time I was openly staring. The
only reason I was shaken out of it was because of a cool sensation in the
crotch region of my pants. I had become rigid hard, and my cut dick was
leaking copious amounts of precum, like I always did when super horned
up, and had cooled enough that I'd noticed. I reached down and gripped
my turgid member. The ache in my balls was close to unbearable, and as I
squeezed and lifted it, and shifted my weight on the couch, that want and
desire flared up inside me and I knew I had to do something about it or
be driven crazy!

I couldn't take it anymore. I let my book fall to my chest. I could feel
my heart pounding so hard like it was trying to push the weight of the
book off of itself. My son was slowly swinging his legs back and forth
hypnotically, sometimes randomly and independent of each other, sometimes
with his ankles crossed. I reached out as they came towards me and
grabbed one of his toes. His feet were perfect, like the rest of him, so
smooth and pink, and small. The soles of his feet were flawless, and his
toes were so pink and cute with perfect tiny nails. Once i had a hold on
his toe i greatly considered putting that foot in my mouth. I wanted all
of him in my mouth. My desire for him was that strong.

His chestnut head instantly turned from the position he was laying in and
he looked at me with a quizzical smirk on his face.

"What?" He asked.

He pulled his toe out of my grasp, then moved his foot nearer to me
again, expecting me to grab him once more. I obliged him. After all, I
wanted to possess every bit of him. This time when i grabbed, I squeezed
harder, causing him to pull harder to escape my grasp. While doing this
he had turned back to his coloring. Just as quickly as he pulled away out
of my grasp i caught his right ankle in my right hand and pulled him and
his foot towards me. He squealed happily as i pulled him closer to me and
started to playfully chew on his foot, pretending to try and devour it.
The result was him twisting in my grasp to flip himself over onto his
back, and support himself on his elbows, partially sitting up and
laughing while trying to pull his foot away from me and playfully kick at
me with the other foot. I pulled his foot up and buried my nose into the
sole of his foot and just took his scent into me. His smell was
intoxicating. Like soap and the smell one associates with small boys. I
couldn't get enough of it.

I finally broke from my semi trance and looked up at my boy. The look on
his face was something i loved to see on him, kind of an amused
puzzlement that was mocking at the same time.

"What are you doing Dad?"

I gazed into those liquid brown eyes, lashes so long they would make any
woman envious. Then my eyes traveled down to his beautiful nude lips,
supple and pliant, down his slender delicate neck and over his collar
bones to the planes of his small flat boy chest. "God this kid is
sexy!" I thought as i took in the sight of his torso. It was, for risk
of using the word too often: perfect. He had the perfect sized nipples.
Not too big not too small; and they were a little on the darker side, so
they stood out. Both were standing out at this moment to be precise,
maybe because of the ambient temperature, or because he was excited. I
was hoping for the latter. My hungry stare started moving downwards, down
past the waistband of his Y-fronts to the package nestled between his
legs, and my cock lurched a bit at the idea of what was just behind that
thin layer of fabric.

"Just taking in the sight of you and making a memory of my son." I
replied to his query. "I can't believe that I made such a beautiful
boy!"

"Boys aren't beautiful." He rebutted.

"You are." I responded. "Here, I'll prove it."

I grabbed the ankle I was still holding captive in my right hand with my
left.

 "See how perfect this foot is?" I asked as i slowly ran my finger
along the bottom of his little foot, causing him to squirm and giggle. I
pressed my lips into the arch of his bare foot and kissed him gently. The
look on his face was that of a peaceful pleasure. I could tell he enjoyed
the sensation. Then i made a snarling noise and gently, playfully started
chewing on his foot amidst peals of laughter and his squirming. Not
releasing his foot I rolled off the couch onto the floor with the couch
supporting my back and my boy laid out in all his scantily clad glory in
front of me. I gave him a respite from the tickling, but kept my hands on
his feet and calves massaging them.

"You know how much I love you right?"

"Yeah, I guess." He responded.

"You know I would never hurt you or let anyone else hurt you?" I asked
him.

"You spanked me when i broke that window; that hurt."

"Well, yes, its my job as your Dad to punish you when you're being
naughty. That way you learn from your mistakes; but only I am allowed to
do something like that. Only I am allowed to touch you in ways that no
one else is allowed to. Do you understand?" He nodded his head yes.

At this point I had moved up from massaging his calves, to his milky
thighs. They were so smooth, but strong and lean. I could feel the
muscles in them, but they were so velvety soft too. I just couldn't help
but touch him. I wanted all of him. I wanted my hands on all of him. His
beautiful boy body that was just lying splayed out on the floor in front
of me. My cock was so hard it was on the verge of being painful. It was
also so wet i could feel that my precum had found its way onto my balls
as well, that's how much i was precuming, that's how lusty and excited
i was for my mostly naked boy.

He was enjoying my ministrations, I could tell. He closed his eyes and
crossed his arms behind his head so he could relax and get more
comfortable. He was making quiet cooing noises through his nose.

I stopped massaging and sat forward, sliding my seemingly giant hands
under his slight frame, and scooped him up and hugged him fiercely! I
wanted this boy more than anything in the world, more than air! I held
his naked chest to mine. If i could have squeezed him into my body at
that moment I would have. Cameron squirmed a bit to make himself more
comfortable in my lap as I hugged him to me. I reclined both of us with
my back against the couch to make us more comfortable. My son slid down
my moderately hairy chest, the wight of his small pelvis resting on mine.
The temperature of his skin against mine was almost searing he was so
warm, and he had a slight flush in his cheek. I must have too, except
that mine was from the yearning I was feeling having his sexy body
against mine. The weight and heat were sweet agony against my erection.
Cameron had started grinding his hips into it. My eyes rolled back in my
head slightly with the feeling of his hardness against mine. I savored
the feeling and softly stroked his skin wherever my hands had ended up on
his body during the hug.

"Daddy, your pee-worm is hard, and big."

"Of course it is Cam, it's next to yours and can feel that you're hard
too."

He continued to grind against my hard, wet crotch. I didn't know how
much more of this i could take before i popped.

"Your jammas are wet too. Did you pee your pants?" He looked up into my
face inquisitively, resting his chin in the cleft of my chest, just above
my belly.

I chuckled quietly and relished his naïveté.

"No my sweet boy, when my pee-worm (using his phrasing) gets hard like
that, and i get excited, it starts producing something we call precum.
It's one way you can tell that I'm very excited to have such a sexy boy
rubbing against my crotch." The sensation of the soft flannel rubbing
against it mixed with the occasional feeling of a little hard boy nail
frotting my dick was almost too much to bear. I pulled him up my torso by
his glorious bubble of a but so that his eyes could be level with mine. I
had both hands on the back of his thighs right at the junction of where
they met his ass. He was so tiny, and my hands were closer together in
the juncture, so I subtlety started rubbing his perineum through his
underpants material, as well as the underside of his little scrotum. I
looked into those depthless eyes and asked:

"Can i kiss you baby boy?"

"You kiss me all the time. You never asked any of those other times."
He replied getting a little closer apparently drawn in by my line of
questioning. He was still grinding his little boy dick into my stomach
and I could feel it in its entirety driving me crazy. I almost wanted to
bite him he was so hot and perfect.

"True, but those times were how a father kisses his son. I want to kiss
you the way i would as if you were my lover. Would that be ok?"

"What's a lover?"

"Someone you share a very special bond with. A lover is someone you
physically express your love and desire with; someone with whom you can
share your most private secrets with because you know that they love you
enough that they will keep them." I put one had under his chin and drew
his gaze to me.

"Would you like that, and do you think you can do that? Be my lover?"

"Yes, I'd like to share a secret with you! How do we show each other
physical love, with hugs and kisses? How are they different?" He started
to pepper me with questions.

"Here, let me show you." I was still holding his chin in one hand, I
used the other to grab a heaping handful of his ass (my hand was big
enough, and his small enough that it nearly covered the whole thing) and
pulled him closer to my face. He was so cute. He almost had a "deer in
the headlights look on his face. His Cupid's bow of a mouth looked so
supple, and i leaned in and with a slightly open mouth kissed my only son
gently. At least it started out gently. He didn't move at first, not
knowing what to expect, but gradually started to follow my lead and was
soon kissing me back with aplomb. I started incorporating my tongue, and
my boy started to mimic what i was doing and was naturally improvising.
The more we laid into it, the more amorous it got, until I was
practically crushing him into me, and very urgently kissing his mouth and
neck. He sighed, almost overcome with desire that he practically melted
in my arms when we paused.

"That was nice Daddy. My whole body is warm and feels tingly all over."
He reached down in between us and adjusted his hard package.

"My pee-worm is hard and wont seem to go down, but it feels good too."

"It's supposed to feel good, that's part of its job." I responded.

"How come mine isn't wet like yours? I thought it makes that precum
stuff like you said when it gets hard?" He shot back.

"Only men make it, and while you are a big boy, you're not quite there
yet." I informed him.

"It's something that we make to help facilitate orgasm."

"What's that?" He actually rested his face in his hands on his elbows
on my chest while he asked.

"Orgasm, is what you get when you do very special things to make your
genitals feel good. After a while you just have one." I looked down into
his face and smiled as i told him.

"Special things like lovers do?" The excited tone in his voice was nice
to hear. He was almost as excited to be getting it right.

I smiled, "Yes my boy, exactly like lovers do."

"Can we do them?"he practically shot up in a seated position on my
torso. "So how do we make our pee-worms feel good?"

I moved him to the floor between my legs and leaned back against the
couch as i was formerly. "I'll show you." And as i said this i lifted
my ass up off the floor and shucked my pj bottoms past it, sat back down
and started to take them off a leg at a time. Cameron sat there
mesmerized by my crotch. He had moved his little had down to his crotch
still swathed in fire truck underwear, and was fondling what i could tell
to be the head of his penis through the material with his finger tips.
Meanwhile, I used my thumb to push my turgid, wet, ram rod which was
super hard and lying against my stomach, into and upright position into
my boy's direct line of sight, I anticipated it being close enough that
i could feel his breath on it soon. I was still reclining agains the seat
of the couch, but had my knees up with my feet on the floor; that  way he
could see all of me with easy access. Once i had pushed my erection up i
could feel a quite large bead of prostate fluid form at the meatus of my
glans. I wasn't surprised, i was so horny i could have spontaneously
combusted at that point. Overtaken by gravity and the warmth of my skin
it started to rundown my shaft in a thick rivulet. Cameron reached out
and caught it like a tear. The feeling of his skin on mine in such a
sexual place made it that much harder for me not to grab him, flip him on
his stomach, rip his underwear off and plow my hard sex right into his
cherry sphincter, balls deep, just so i could unleash a load deep in his
guts; but i restrained myself for now. I will take what i need, but i
wanted to make sure the experience was something he'd want to repeat.

My son brought the "tear" closer to his face to examine it. He
scrutinized it, then smelled it. "It doesn't smell like pee." He
stated, then looked up at me questioningly.

"That's because it's not pee. It doesn't even come from the same
place in the body. It's for sex." I informed my curious young lover.

"Sex? Is that the `special' things we're supposed to do?"

I nodded "Mmhmm." Matter of factly. "Go ahead and taste it son." He
scrunched up his face as if i had said the most disgusting thing ever.
"It's ok, it wont hurt you or make you sick." Meanwhile a small pool
of it was forming off of my cockhead onto my abdomen.

He tentatively put the finger in his mouth. I breathlessly waited for the
verdict. "Hmm, it tastes weird. Not bad, but definitely weird."

"You'll get used to it as time goes by. You'll get to the point where
you wont even notice it anymore." I assured.

"Daddy can i touch your pee-worm? It's so big!" He asked

"Of course you can my love, you can touch me anywhere you want from now
on." I said enthusiastically.

I'm not overly long, about average, but I'm pretty girthy. I do
manscape, but I don't shave my balls, so I was interested in my little
boy's reaction, and where he'd start first. He ended up running both
hands up my inner thighs until he hit some pubic hair. Fascinated by it
and the fact that it was such a contrast to his small hairless body. He
pulled on it gently as he looked at it, then moved one of his hands to
the patch above my shaft and ran his hand back and forth and up and down
my bunch and treasure trail. Then he took that hand and griped my glans.
The scale of his tiny hand against the width of my organ was almost
obscene, but vividly thrilling as well. It looked as though he was
grabbing the knob of a manual gear shift. He did actually lift my cock
away from my abdomen, still holing the head in his grasp. The relief from
the ache of being so hard and still in one position, was most welcome. It
felt so good having his hand there. I had my right arm almost under my
hip and had my hand on his knee stroking his skin gently as he lifted my
cock, and brought it down, back and forth. As he was maneuvering my dick,
my precum was coating his palm, so it  was starting to rub against his
little palm with some good slick friction. I couldn't help but moan a
little.

"That feels good kid." I encouraged.

He pulled his hand away from my sex and looked at his slick palm, then
proceeded to wipe it off on my thigh. "That feels good? What else feels
good?" At which point i took his wrist and guided his hand to my shaft
just under the coronal ridge of my daddy penis.

"Grip here and move the skin up and down on my shaft." I instructed. He
did, and he did it expertly. The feelings he was creating in my cock,
that shot down into my balls and sent electric impulses into my brain,
were almost too much to handle, and i knew that if he kept that up then
we would have a new situation on our hands; well mostly him, mine would
be other places.

My son was stroking my meat. Just thinking that was wild and a turn on! I
have to have him. All of him. With his tiny hand on my dick, it was a no
brainer i was going to take all of him. I couldn't help it. I was
starting to get close.

Cameron stopped and shook out the arm he was using to masturbate me.
"How long am I supposed to do this? My arm is getting tired." He asked
me quietly.

"Switch to the other one if it gets tired. I'm starting to get
there."

"Where's there?" He queried.

"It means I'm going to cum, have an orgasm. One of the end goals of
sex." I responded. After he switched, i knew I wasn't going to last
much longer, but i wanted to edge some, so i stopped him on my shaft. "I
don't want to cum yet. I want you." I pulled him up and kissed him some
more. Then laid him down on his back on the flor in front of me as i sat
up naked.

   Looking Down between my hair dusted legs, was a small, perfect
specimen of boyhood. I couldn't believe my luck, and I couldn't believe
how much i wanted him. To possess him, to be inside him. To have him be
inside me i loved the sight of him lying there, his crotch close to mine,
legs draped over mine. The sight of his tiny frame close to my hard naked
cock was exhilarating. For a minute, I pushed my cock down at the base
and just rubbed my meat across his crotch through his underwear. I was
breathing a little more heavily now and could tell so was he. We both
smiled at each other. His hands fidgeting mindlessly with his navel. I
reached up and placed my hands on either side of he's torso underneath
his armpits. He was so slight that my hands could just about touch. I
simultaneously brushed my thumbs across his small nipples. They
immediately firmed up under my ministrations. So tiny and hard like
diamonds, yet supple and yielding. I moved to my knees between his legs,
still playing with his nipples but wanting more access and freedom to
explore the tiny temple of his body. He had closed his eyes at some point
and was enjoying the sensations i was giving him. I moved my hands down
to his hips and started kissing his stomach. Grabbing and kneading flesh
with my hands as I explored him with my lips. I could slightly hear his
heart beating when my face was in contact with his skin.

"Let's get these off you, shall we?" I asked, but it was more of a
command. He nodded and started to capitulate, hooking his thumbs in the
waistband. "No,no," I stopped him, "let me do it." I placed both
hands, palms up under his firm little bubble butt, curled my fingers
inwards and slowly started to relieve him of his undergarment. I relished
the feeling of his velvety skin as my knuckles ran over it, and the give
of the elastic band as it lost its purchase on his hips. The feeling
signified the release of the last crumb of his modesty. I knew without a
doubt that this was all mine. I created it, and instinctually I wanted
it, and against my desires I was helpless against taking it.

I looked down at what i had uncovered. My heart leapt, and a warm feeling
grew in my body and flooded my mind. It was one of the perfect treasures
I have wanted for a while now. Something i had seen and handled many
times since my gorgeous son was born, but now, in this capacity, it was a
primal thing. I had a visceral desire for it. Sitting in the apex of so
much pink, smooth, perfect flesh; like a pearl in an oyster, only ten
times more precious and desirable. My 9 year old's "pee-worm".

It was ram rod rigid. 2 & 1/2 -3 inches. He was circumcised like I am. It
seemed so tiny, but i could tell that he was going to take after me in
the girth department. It had a slight curve to it in the center making an
almost arch back to his abdomen, where the smooth helmet of a head lay
along his stomach with perfectly defined coronal ridge. His meatus or
piss slit was perfectly symmetrical, and under that i could see where his
urethra rand under the skin down to a mouth watering hairless scrotum
filled with the most perfect testes a boy, or father could want; and I
DID want them.

He looked up at me at that point, little goose prickles popped up on his
skin from the sensations or the cool air, I couldn't tell, and the
precious expression on his face was one of contented curiosity. I didn't
keep him waiting. I placed a hand under each of his knees and lifted,
bringing his ass up while keeping his shoulders flat to the rug. Doing so
kept his genitals in my view, but opened up his most intimate spot. A
perfect pink starfish, amidst a sea of smooth, luminous, flesh. It
contracted a little bit, partially in anticipation of what could happen,
partially because i had inadvertently exhaled directly onto it. This
action caused his eyes to roll black in his head and him to open his
mouth slightly.

That was it. I couldn't take it any longer. I had to have him NOW! I
bent my head down and with a wide swipe of my tongue, licked him from the
bottom of his ass, over his piping hot sphincter and perineum, and took
his whole bald young scrotum and boy erection into my mouth at the same
time. My angel of a son made a face of pure surprise and extract all at
the same time; and I couldn't believe at that moment that i was giving
such pleasure  to my son. I am his father, and I'm having sex with my
son! My tongue was wide enough that i could press the back part into the
head and shaft of his dick, while at the same one using the tip of my
tongue i could manipulate his balls that were rolling around inside his
scrotum, like two small birds eggs in a protective sack. It was at that
point that my son was audibly moaning. I could tell this was the first
time he had ever felt anything like this before, and I relished in the
fact that I was the one to give it to him.

I continued to manipulate his delicious boy genitals for a while,
meanwhile slipping my hand underneath his ass to help support him, but
also so i could rub his pretty pink pucker mindlessly with my thumb while
i did so. I switched tacks and took only his 9 year old shaft into my
mouth, careful not to scratch his delicate skin with my teeth. Up and
down went my head as i swallowed his boyhood as far down my throat as was
physically possible.

"Your soft beard feels good on my ballies Daddy!" He was getting into
it. He would thrust his hips up to meet my downward ones, causing me to
take him down to the pelvis practically. This went on for a while; him
thrusting, me licking and sucking that shaft and head into my mouth,
making sure to stimulate the tiny frenulum as I was doing it. I wanted my
boy to feel the love and lust that i had for him. I wanted him to live in
the sensations I was causing in his prepubescent body. I could have spent
hours doing just that.

" How does it feel baby?" I gave him a small respite so we could both
catch our breath.

"It's the best thing I ever felt Daddy!" "I didn't know that my
pee-worm could feel so good!" He responded. He was stroking my other arm
with his hand as I continued to caress and explore his naked vulnerable
body.

"It's how we have and orgasm. It's one of the things that happens as a
result of sex. You stimulate your body until the sensations peak and
gives your body release." I was adding some pressure to his little anus
as I spoke. My thumb could cover the entire thing.

"Release what?" He queried.

`Well, sexual tension for one thing, and in our case, boys, we ejaculate
semen or sperm."  He cocked his head, "Ill make sperm? He asked.

"No," i replied, "only older boys and grownups do." He got a dejected
look on his face. The a lightbulb went on in his mind...

"Will you make sperm for me so i can see it?" He asked hopefully, and
the timbre of his voice went high enthusiastically.

At this point there was a huge wet spot on the floor, where my copious
amounts of precum  had been slowly but continuously flowing out of my
thick hard cock. I was ready. I was ready for so much; but i wanted to
take it slower with my son. We would work up to all the things my perv
imagination could concoct.

"How bout i get us both to feel good and we'll see what happens?' He
nodded and smiled that enchanting smile. I used my right hand to hold his
left leg up, and used my left hand to take hold of my shaft and push the
throbbing hard head of my dick against his steel tight hole. My natural
wetness spread over his anus and ass crack until it was wet as a
Slip'n'Slide. I slowly started to frott his asshole, starting from the
tip of my penis to as much as my forward thrust would allow. I could feel
the almost slightly rough texture of his ring muscle running along my
shaft. I ground my dick onto him good. Sometimes pressing so hard onto
him it was like i was trying to get him to accept my whole pelvis inside
him. Once i had gotten a rhythm going i moved my left had to his hard as
steel erection. I had made sure to grab a dollop of my precum onto my
finger, and i then proceeded to use it to lube up his boy shaft. I was so
proud of the way he had developed. I began to steadily masturbate my boy.
I maneuvered my thumb, index and middle fingers up and down his penis,
taking long strokes and matching the rhythm of my grinding against him.

I kept this going for a while, edging myself and hopefully him to an
explosive finish. Moving to match his squirming and movement. Letting him
dictate how he wanted things to go, all the while maintaining a firmly
pressured grip on his dick. At one point as my natural lube dried out on
his penis, i spat on the head of it to moisten it back up. Grinding and
grinding, hearing my boy mewl with the pleasure he was getting by my
hand. His father's hand. I had made my son my lover. I leaned forward
and kissed my son. Exploring his little mouth with my tongue. Kissing my
little sex partner again and again.

The heat rose between us. The undulations had become more and more
frenzied. The electric sensations coming faster until i could feel it
building in my balls.

Then it happened.

Cameron started breathing so heavily it was almost like he was having an
asthma attack. His flushed face almost clenched like he was on the line
of the most exquisite pain and pleasure at the same time. A long deep
moan escaped his mouth into mine as i could feel his penis almost expand
before it stated to violently spasm between my fingers. I looked down
towards it and saw that his scrotum had drawn up close to his dick, and
it looked as though his penis was violently trying to escape my grasp.
After his moan he gasped, and it was at that point that my pleasure had
crested.

I made one last push and ground into my boy's ass. I pushed down,
causing my shaft to slide up that slick avenue of silky wet flesh until
the base was pressed against his asshole.  I leaned into it and shot the
fattest, most viscous, copious load of cum I have EVER released in my
life. Ropes and ropes shot out of me. It felt like i had never cum in my
life and had been saving it for just that moment. My moan was almost a
scream of release. I shot so far that it went onto Cameron's beautiful
face and painted it. It was on his abdomen, and also on his now softening
boy dick and balls. It was the most amazing thing i have ever witnessed
in my life; looking down on my 9 year old boy covered in his dad's
semen. A rare thing indeed, and one i planned to duplicate.

Cameron stuck his tongue out and licked the sperm that had found its way
to his mouth.  "Tastes weird." He said smacking his lips and causing me
to audibly laugh.

"Does it now?" I responded, "Well get used to it because there's  a
lot more where that came from." I replied. He giggled, and at that point
we were holding hands. I was still hard and pressed against him. I pulled
his hand up to my mouth and kissed it.

It was at that point as i surveyed the damage that i noticed that a big
glob of cum had run down my shaft and onto my boys butthole. I got and
idea.

"Cam, i want to try something with you. I'm not gonna lie, it will
probably hurt some, but will feel good too. You willing to try it?" I
asked encouragingly.

"Ok Daddy. I love the way you make me feel, and i love feeling good with
you. My heart leapt in my chest.

"Take a deep breath and when I say, i want you to push, like your
sitting on the pot, ok?" He nodded his acceptance and i could tell he
was mentally preparing himself though I knew he couldn't possibly know
what i was planning next.

I positioned my cum slathered cock head onto his also cum slick boy
pussy. "Now." I instructed, and i slowly began to push inside him. I
didn't intend to full blown fuck him i just wanted to see how much he
could take at the moment. I pushed until i felt the head of my cock
enveloped by a lava hot, silky wetness that couldn't be compared to
anything.

"Nnahhh!" He yelped. I had just the head nestled just past his O-ring
when he let me know under no uncertain terms that it wasn't going to
work for him. I carefully pulled out, and bent down and started to gently
kiss my little boy's sphincter. I did this until he had sufficiently
calmed himself.

"Sorry baby. Daddy was just trying to help you feel good another way. It
will take some getting used to. What did you think?" I queried.

"It hurt, but it felt kinda good too." He explained. I pulled him up
and against my body for a great big bear hug. He was so small and slight
next to my frame.

"It will get better kiddo. Let's go get cleaned up and head to bed
shall we?" He yawned involuntarily, and leaned into my chest.

"Daddy, now that we're lovers, can we do this more? He almost pleaded.

"Of course my little boy!" I kissed his forehead and picked him up to
take him to the shower. It was at that point that i knew that I HAD to be
inside him. I couldn't help it, he was right there...