Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2023 20:06:09 +0200
From: Chaim Utrecht <groeiutrecht@gmail.com>
Subject: Daddy's eager son

Daddy's eager son
By Chaim
groeiutrecht@gmail.com

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Life in the last years has been hectic as I was suddenly thrusted into life
as a single father. My son Timmy, is one of the sweetest, most loving boys
I know. What I love about my boy is he never argues with me. Timmy always
behaved in front of me and he didn't want to annoy me. It worked for both
of us. Besides, our interests were similar so there's seldom a disagreement
anyway. We were very close and casual at home. I was treated to see my boy
running about with little clothing on. I just thought it was nice to see,
without any ulterior motives.

After dinner, Timmy settled down for the night and I sent him off to take a
shower. He came back in his white tight undies and watched TV or played
games until it was time for bed.

Little Timmy loved to wrestle with me. I would never hesitate to hug him,
carry him, or gently massage his back. Timmy and I that hit it off. He was
all smiles and he loved my attention. I held him and twirled him around in
the air, causing him to giggle and laugh. Sometimes we would do that until
both of us would get dizzy. In retrospect, I think I crossed a line as I
used this kind of play as an excuse for wrapping my hands around his waist
to hold him up or to steady myself and my hands went a little lower than
necessary. Timmy never complaint, jus enjoyed my touch.

If Timmy was wearing only his undies, one or both of my hands might be over
his little privates long enough to feel or maybe even cuddle them. I never
thought about it, after all I was his Daddy. Sometimes I slid my hand a
little lower over his undies, feeling his little nuggets and his semi-stiff
little boy toy. Timmy looked up at me with an innocent curiosity, but
didn't say anything. Timmy liked the feeling of playing this naughty little
game. He just smiled and snuggled in closer.

One night, I slid my hand under the undies touching his privates. Just for
a second, really, it was an accident. It was long enough to tell me he was
not only all right with it, he loved it. Again, he smiled up at me without
a word. He made no move to get away or to stop me. Instead, he wrapped his
arms around my neck to give me a quick hug and kissed me. From that moment
Timmy always allowed me to handle his little toys and was open and relaxed
about it.

It was all tame and innocent. I stayed home more and more, and was really
enjoying myself with Timmy around. I was nicely surprised to find that
Timmy would walk around in his undies during the day. I spent loads of time
watching his cute little bubble butt covered in just a thin layer of white
cloth. I just couldn't help taking a quick peek at his front side as he
gave me a hug. Timmy invited his friends and they were completely at ease
running around the house in their undies. I kept our play to nothing more
than fun, and wanted him to trust me.

Time went by quickly, and didn't know why, but Timmy didn't want showers
alone anymore. I had no objection to it, although I thought it was a
special request. I agreed, and got some curious stares from him, when we
were undressing.

We never really thought or talked about nudity. As a little boy, Timmy was
always stripping down and running around with my tiny pecker leading the
way. I just smiled and went about to do my own business, ignoring his
nudity. Actually I did show my naked body to him, occasionally after I took
a shower, I would stay naked for a while before I got dressed. Sometimes we
took a bath together, just a way of typical male bonding, Timmy would get a
stiffie and would grab my cock. I just ignored it or squeezed his bum when
this was happening. So, nudity was a non-issue and the bath routine
continued until Timmy became teen. When he hit double digits he switched to
showers and kept the bathroom door closed.

Now I returned his curious staring and I admired his cute penis, telling
Timmy he would be hung one day despite the fact that he had much to
show. He had just a tiny little shaft and tight little ball sac. Timmy
looked back up to me and gave me a shy smile and just slightly shrugged his
shoulders. I gave him a wink to made him feel good. He had to know I was
sort of proud of him in that moment. He was growing up and wanted me to see
it and I did everything to confirm that in a positive way.

We were comfortable with each other but Timmy became more and more
curious. After looking me over and entering the shower with me, he asked me
to soap him up, which I did, although he was old enough to do it himself. I
also helped him dry, pretending to pay nearly any attention to his privates
as I fondled and rubbed him. Timmy seemed to miss my semi hard erection
standing out in front of me. I didn't know, maybe he thought it was
normal. Nothing out of the way happened.

To my surprise, Timmy wanted to sleep with me in my double bed. He looked
up at me and asked if that was all right. I wasn't about to complain, but
explained that his friends might find this a little bit strange at his
age. He shrugged, and said he didn't care.

We stripped to our underwear and I had once again noticed my cock was
swelling, it was so obvious that I slipped under the covers quickly. This
time Timmy had a good look at my bulge in my tight white boxershorts and
his smile told me he was aware of it. I didn't think he already understood
it. He knew that it happened to guys, and maybe wondered why. How much he
knew about sex from little buddies, I didn't know. I decided it might be
time for me to tell him a little bit about flowers and bees. Timmy
surprised me again, his first move under the covers was to slide skin to
skin back against me. Soon his ample smooth covered butt was snuggled up
against my already long hard shaft. The only thing separating us was our
underwear, but my boxershorts didn't hide my instant erection when Timmy
cuddled up against me. All I could do was moan my approval, knowing my boy
was far from ready for more. I wasn't going my son to turn down, but was
surprised about my own reaction. I held him close and hugged him to
me. Timmy always wanted to cuddle. He was perfectly at ease knowing my
bulge was tucked up between his warm tight cheeks. Without thinking about
it, I continued and Timmy remained relaxed as I moved my hands around in
front of him and began feeling and gently massaging his thin little penis
and the little marble sized balls under it. He shivered as new thrills were
spreading through his crotch and he let out a low satisfied sigh. It
couldn't have been more than a few minutes later that I had his penis in my
hand working it over as my boy held his breath and tried not to speak his
hips went into a rapid spasm. It was too late to stop now, I stroked his
throbbing shaft between my fingers. Timmy's legs went stiff and his toes
curled, his butt pressed on my cock which had slipped out of my boxershorts
and was sliding back and forth between his thighs. I had pulled his briefs
down far enough to handle his little stiffie. It was throbbing rapidly as
Timmy moaned and shook and he was having his first ever orgasm.

I couldn't stop myself, soon I groaned and was shooting a generous load of
cum all over his thighs. When my own orgasm was finally over, I turned
Timmy around and slid down to lick up the slimy mess all over his thighs. I
think Timmy was too surprised by what happened to object, or maybe it was
just too much to handle. My hands were busy massaging his tight little butt
cheeks. I was pretty sure he felt too exhausted and confused. I made an
attempt to find out what this new thrill, that had just raced through his
entire body, did to him. But in vain in a few minutes he had drifted off
and fell asleep. I felt guilty, holy fuck I had a lot of explanation to do.

I had to admit to him that this situation was increasingly difficult for
me. Not because I didn't like him, I loved him!  Nothing could seriously be
any further from the truth! I was because I found ignoring my primitive
urges towards him increasingly impossible to handle. Our showers and now
sleeping together, was in one respect a real honor and testimony to my role
as a caring Daddy. But seeing him grow older, not to mention ever more
physically appealing, simply made my own personal torment all the more
infuriating. So much so, in fact, that in recent times I've found myself
sneaking away to my bedroom to relieve myself whenever he was around. You
can't tell a little boy something like that, to him it would be
incomprehensible gibberish. Life could be complicated.

The next morning, I awoke to see Timmy was changing his briefs. He came
back to me and soon was curled up against me. There was no need to explain
things to him. He simply told me he had liked what had happened and smiled
happy. He didn't complain or ask questions, but I knew this would change as
he grew older. Secretly I loved the idea I would see him shoot his first
ever load and would teach him to make love.

I suspected he knew we were playing games, which were not considered as
usual or normal. I still had trouble believing I had a crush on my own
little son that took the naughty games in stride and was loving them.

Timmy seemed a little more shy in front of me and I suspected he was
beginning to discover puberty. Timmy's little dick was starting to grow
longer, and was also inflating more often, but our games stopped. He needed
time. Time - Timmy needed time to think about this and find some kind of
peace about his own sexuality.  I was open to anything to help him, but it
was entirely up to him.

Timmy became a young teen and still liked to walk around in his skimpy
underwear. Nothing made him happier than being nearly naked and being
seen. He liked showing off and having his body appreciated, and without
sounding too cocky about my own son, Timmy had definitely a young body to
admire. I liked to see his ass and young dick through the fabric of his
briefs. Now that he is older he is still beautiful to look at. Suddenly it
happened, Timmy's body changed. He had always been a little guy, who was
very fast and he was never tired. Timmy's buddies liked him, some of them
ruffled his hair and gave him hugs, but sometimes they did tease him about
being so small and short. Timmy didn't mind, he never complaint about
it. However he did notice that when his buddies changed, that their bodies
were now becoming very different from his own. They were all shooting up in
height and size. He knew enough not to look directly at them but noticed
that some of them were growing hair in new places, not just on the top of
their heads. He certainly didn't care much about any of this and hoped none
of those changes would happen to him,

Timmy was growing, but still had that boyishness to his features. My boy
was looking fine, damn fine. I felt a bit of a pang. Before long, he'd be
off at college, and my boy would be heading out on his own path, becoming a
man. A strange thought as I looked at him. Timmy was perfectly happy being
small, fast, and liked it that way, but then it happened. The change he had
noticed in others was starting to happen to himself.

We sat down to breakfast. Immediately I noticed his discomfort and asked,
"What's wrong, son?" Timmy answered, "It's me body, Daddy." I smiled at him
and said, "You're growing, Timmy, your body will change. That's all it is."
Timmy groaned, "I don't want to grow, Daddy. I want to stay like I am." I
laughed and said, "You'll be fine, Timmy. Your body will change and will be
different, but you'll still be you."

Timmy nodded his head, still in doubt. I told him we could go to the city
to buy new clothes for him. Well, this cheered Timmy up a bit, although he
seemed to feel stressed, my offer didn't make him feel better. We talked
about what kind of clothes he liked, until we were done eating. Afterward,
he volunteered to clean the dishes and insisted on helping me. It was fun
working side by side with him in the kitchen area.

My boy was cute as hell, and I liked doing things with him and for him. At
first I'd thought he was just boyish and innocent, it gave him a softness
that combined with his boyish masculinity to make him almost perfect for
boys and girls alike.

The way he tried to hide my boxershorts he had stolen so he could sneak it
back into my hamper was cute, but he slipped it inside his desk when he
thought I wasn't looking. I didn't let on that I'd seen him do it, but it
made me hard thinking of what he was going to do with it later.

"Wait here in the kitchen," I said remembering what I bought for him. I
went into my car and came back with a small gift bag. I put it down in
front of him and said, "I meant to put this out for you this morning, but I
forgot."

Timmy opened the bag and looked up at me with a confused look on his
face. "It's for you," I said with a smile. He pulled out white
boxershorts. "That's so you have something clean to sleep in when you are
ready," I said and winked at him. "You can leave them in your room and I
will put it the hamper so can was them with our other clothes."

He blushed, he felt caught, but mumbled, "Thank you, Daddy," and jumped up
and ran over and gave me a hug. I hugged him back and held him for a
moment. I rubbed his back with my hand. Timmy was emotionally needy
today. He smiled up at me and said, "I love you, Daddy." We understood each
other!

After months with no sex, seeing Timmy's male hormones kicked in. A few
wispy hairs begin to sprout in his pits, some tiny hairs grow just a little
closer above his still rather small penis, but I am very happy to confirm,
by touch and by mirror, that he shaved himself all over with my razor. Time
went on and I no longer saw any hair at all on his young body.

I slowly started to look at my son in a sexual way. Timmy showered much
longer and if you've never seen your own son have his orgasm, I can tell
you that's a wonderfully indescribable experience.

One night I opened the door of the bathroom and asked him, "Are you okay,
Timmy?"

Timmy's face immediately reddened and murmured, "Yes, yes, I'm fine,
Daddy."

I placed my white towel on the hook and joined him in the shower. We had a
large shower with two showerheads on opposite sides of the wall. Timmy
stood there, covering his penis with his hands. "Having a boner, little
buddy?"

I asked him, giving him an evil grin. After all, a Daddy is allowed to
tease his own son a little. At that very moment his young dick pulsated and
he tried to cover it even more. Timmy's face got even redder. I assured
him, "There's no need to be embarrassed. All men and boys get it, and
especially when you are a teen."

Timmy felt so nervous and surprised, so embarrassed, that he wanted to get
away from me, to have time to accept that I saw his erection and talked
about his growing dick. "Don't look at me!" He whispered and he turned
around. I had a great view of his firm buttocks.

"Better now?" I asked, with a smirk on my face. "Yeah, it's okay." he
sighed. I laughed softly, "I can't see your boner now, you are safe, so you
can let go of your hands."

Timmy slowly released his hands to turn on the shower. He was sporting a
nice boner pointing straight up, pulsating with his heartbeat.

"Wow," I marveled, "your penis is so hard and throbbing." I could not help
grinning when he blushed. Timmy's silence told me I'd struck a
nerve. "Actually," I said, "that's not a bad size for a boy your age." I
couldn't lie about something I knew was important to him. This changed his
expression. Timmy looked like a little boy now, eager to be
praised. "Really?" he asked almost proud, his face showed his excitement.

"Yep, you can be proud of it," I said, turning away and faking
disinterest. "But I don't understand why I can't see it."

"Stop teasing me," he whined. "Well, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's a
good size for your age, and from the way it's leaking pre-cum, I'm sure
you're ready to squirt a load." Timmy groaned, "Stop talking like that
Daddy. I'm trying to get my penis to go down."

I stroked his naked shoulder, "You know what's the best way to get it to go
down?" I asked. "Cold shower?" he asked. I laughed, "No, stroke it, fondle
it, jack it." Timmy moaned desperately, "What? Daddy be serious!"

I was trying to get him to do it right here in the shower, which, I admit,
was very evil. Seeing him naked and all this sex talk was getting me horny
and I was starting to get an erection myself.

"Well it just us and there is nothing to be embarrassed about, jacking off
is a normal thing to do."

Timmy seemed to consider it for real. The idea of jacking it in front of
me, his own Daddy, made his penis even harder. Timmy's boy dick was
throbbing so much, it was like he was already near a climax. He let out a
soft moan and the tip of his dick was oozing pre-cum, its clear sap got all
over his fingers and dripped slowly down.

"It doesn't look like it could hold much longer." I teased him, and Timmy
realized that my gaze had fixed on his young dick. I felt his resistance
and I continued to put pressure and wanted persuade him.

"Just do it, nobody cares, I'm the only one here and I will see nothing I
haven't seen before."

Finally gave in, his lust triumphed over his shame. "Oh, what the hell..."
he finally gave in and started touching his boy dick, making light strokes
at first, but he became increasingly urgent. "You want me to put the lube
on you?"

Pleasantly shocked, he whispered, "Yeah, I would like that."

My hands shook as I spread shampoo on his hard dick. I admired it as I put
the stuff on him. "Damn, Timmy, that's a really hot little dick!"

He gave me a proud grin. I stroked his nice bone a few times, going slow. I
really wanted him to wait before he came. Timmy shivered, "Oh Daddy, that
feels awesome," he said, half moaning the words. "Feels awesome to your own
hand too, Timmy."

This was so hot, just his eagerness turned me on.  "Wow!" he said, eating
this up. "Okay little buddy, do it yourself now!"

I was amazed at the feelings Timmy was giving me, stroking his boner with
an incredible grip standing in front of me. Timmy spread his legs, making
his little balls move as he rhythmically moved his hips back and
forth. Without realizing it he was fucking his own fist.

"You really know how to jerk off!" Timmy smiled, "Yep, all my buddies do it
and they told me about it." he said, staring at my cock the whole time. He
moaned, "Oh, oh, fuck, this feels good!"

Timmy's face was full of excitement. He did the some strokes, took his hand
off and looked up at me. I saw raw sex in his young eyes but he looked
cuter to me now. "What are you doing? Why did you stop? I want to see your
cum now."

Poor boy. Timmy probably had blue balls. Hell, Timmy's balls were ready to
pop at any second. Timmy finally let go of all shame and control and
stroking his penis profusely. Timmy's legs were shaking, his eyes shut
tightly, his mouth opened, and he had an intense look on his face. I was
mesmerized. I've never seen a boy climax at such close range.

"Oh Daddy," he let out a stifled moan, trying to be as quiet as
possible. Suddenly Timmy screamed, "Oh fuck, oh fuck!"

He shivered before his orgasm rolled over him again and again, he whimpered
and moaned, he was not in control anymore. I could not believe the scene
before me. Three jets of white cum splattered onto the wall, each
accompanied by a deep groan. I didn't know how to tell you what a wonderful
orgasm he had. I mean, picture it, you've got your son, in the throes of
puberty with nothing but hormones in his veins, squirting his load. This
was a totally new thing for me. Timmy being naked in front of me, his
rubbing, his stroking hand, the temptation, his embarrassment, and his
eagerness to cum in front of me. Timmy's climax, was the icing on the cake,
it felt like there were fireworks going off everywhere. I mean, my little
son shot his load, his boy cum squirted out of his dick while he stood
proud in front of me!

Finally, Timmy started to come down. He started to come back into
reality. Fuck, that was kind of scary, but I needn't have worried. Timmy
smiled happy! Timmy looked at my throbbing cock and let out a deep sigh,
and his knees buckled. I had to support him under his arms to keep him from
falling. Hugging him from behind, my hard cock rubbed on his ass cheeks and
it was my turn to let out a groan. I felt my cock throb and expand and I
couldn't resist sliding back and forth on his butt crack. I felt my muscles
tensing and my own cum rising. I couldn't hold it any longer, and I shot
three rounds of cum inside his crack. My hands instinctively held onto his
hips, and only after my climax subsided I did realize I might be crushing
him. I gave him space to move away but he didn't move. I still felt his hot
and wet body next to mine. Timmy's breathing was labored from his own
orgasm, and he was leaning on me. For the moment, he seemed to have gone to
heaven and forgot where he was.

Just moments ago Timmy had been embarrassed to have an erection in front of
me, and in ten minutes time he has shot his load standing in front of me,
and now his dick was still throbbing and oozing cum, as he was now limp
against me. How fast things had progressed, I thought to myself. Although I
had fantasized having sex with my son, I had never act on it. I never
talked to him about gay sex, nor touched him inappropriately.

Although the latter is only a question, let me say that I did everything I
could to let him do it his own way. I never forced him into anything.

I was aware of the consequences, this was incest. Today, there had been an
opportunity and I took it. I felt slightly guilty, but it was only a
passing feeling, because the next thing I saw was stunning. Timmy opened
his eyes, and beamed the brightest smile I've seen and exclaimed, "Wow
Daddy, that was cool!"

Several thoughts came to me. The first was: Wow, I love him! Second was the
fact that the possibilities were endless, and last but not least, I loved
my son, and it's not just the sex. I love him dearly, his care free
attitude, his loyalty. I love his company, I love watching my boy grow into
a fine young man, and he's well on his way. I still had my doubts, buy
tried to reassure myself. Timmy was now a teenager, he was allowed to have
sex. As I was holding him, my soft cock was nestling in his butt crack and
I rocked slowly back and forth, smearing my cum on his bare butt. Sensing
it, he started wriggling his butt and opening his legs slightly, allowing
me deeper access. I wasn't going to enter him, not now anyway. I needed
time to think about it. I was still struggling with the idea. I just wanted
to hold him tight and feel his young warm body next to mine. I gently
kissed his neck and whispered, "I love you" in his ear. My one hand was
across his chest, holding him tightly. The other one was caressing his
stomach and I noticed a stir in his loin. Timmy was getting hard again.
However, having climaxed he was probably too tired for a second round. As I
held him tight I slowly massaged his penis with my right hand, taking my
time to get him ready for his second orgasm of the day. I wanted him to be
completely relaxed and enjoy the pleasure without doing anything.  I
stroked him gently, building up his orgasm, his breathing became heavy and
he was starting to tense up. I quickened my stroke and he started
shuddering, his penis throbbing and his hips pushed forward instinctively.
Timmy let out a squeal, and relaxed. Only a drop of boy cum escaped from
his slit, and I smeared it all over his cock-head. Timmy was spent. I've
milked every last drop of cum out of him.



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