Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2022 18:42:36 +0000 From: Ganimedes Ganymede Subject: Dad's big boys. Chapter 1: The first wank This is just fantasy. I, the writer, don't condone any of what is depicted here, and I don't encourage my readers to practice it IRL. If you like my story don't hesitate to give me your feedback either via email or on my socials, or we could just have a chat (: Also, don't forget to check out my other stories "Family of Three" and "Snort it like a champ". I should mention that all of my stories are based in Europe, so expect some cultural differences from time to time if you're based in any other continent. Wickr: pulevamax Telegram: xchlt Kik: Ganimedes12 Also, don't forget to donate and support Nifty! It's the reason why we can enjoy these amazing stories! It was Friday, and Mike planned on just sitting on his couch in his man cave and enjoying the game, a good movie, and then some mediocre porn for the rest of the night. He had received some wonderful news. His wife had to work until morning, like every single Friday, but this week his son Taylor was sleeping over at his friend Jimmy's, so Mike would be on his own. Taylor was his 9yo boy. Mike loved him to death, and Taylor loved him back. Sometimes he'd whisper to his father that he loves him more than he loves his mother, and that would fill Mike's heart with love and pride. But all of this didn't mean that Mike wasn't happy about getting one Friday night without his wife and son. He worked a lot, and cared for his family, but not getting a single day of rest was tiring. Every Friday night he would lock himself in his man cave, with a cold pack of beers, some porn, and different drugs and just jerk off till the room smelled only of cum and sweat. The difference tonight was that he could do all that without locking his door, without turning off the volume of the TV and he'd be able to grunt and moan with every cumshot that his dick would spit over his stomach, couch and carpet. He even had plans of contacting some friends that were just like him and had the good material to masturbate over, cause he was that happy and excited for tonight. That was until he reached home. When he came from work and entered his house he was greeted by his little boy, that ran and jumped into his arms when he saw him come in. "Dad! Today I fought in school!" said Taylor as his dad lifted him. "What? What are you talking about?" he asked worried, checking his face to see if he had any marks. "Cameron tried to mess with me" "The boy that's been bullying Jimmy?" Taylor nodded "Well, you know what I always say..." "Never start the fight but always finish it" he recited from memory. "That's my boy!" Mike started kissing Taylor's neck to make him laugh and get down to the floor. When he got down he ran to the living room where he was watching TV. He just sat down next to his boy, kicked his shoes off, and spread his legs, letting his crotch breathe. It was a hot day, and he was sweaty under his suit. "What are we watching, buddy?" He put his hand on Taylor's head and started playing with his hair. "I'm watching mom's show" he answered. "Don't you wanna watch some football? Or something for boys?" He asked worriedly. "I like this" Taylor shrugged. Mike didn't have anything against his son enjoying what he enjoyed, and he thought it was total bullshit all of that "things for girls/things for boys" nonsense, but he was worried about his son. He knew Taylor was gay. Taylor didn't know yet, or at least he hadn't told his father, that's why Mike thought he didn't know because Taylor told him everything. Anyways, he didn't need Taylor to tell him, a father just knew things like those, especially when they had such a great relationship with their kids. What worried him wasn't Taylor enjoying dick, it was the fact that he could encounter people like Cameron, who liked to humiliate others. He knew he raised Taylor to be strong and not let people take advantage of him or make fun of him, but a dad would always worry. There were bad people in the world, and his boy was just too sweet. "You know you can tell me anything, right buddy?" Taylor looked at him and then lowered his eyes, looking like he had some bad news. "I know, dad" "Well, what do you want to tell me? I promise I will love you the same way and our friendship won't change. You are my best friend." "You are mine too, dad." "Then what is it?" "You promise you won't get mad?" "I promise" He smiled and ran his hand through Taylor's hair. "Jimmy and I are having a sleepover here because his parents are going out for dinner" Mike's smile disappeared. "What?" "Mom said we could." "But... I thought you guys were staying over at Jimmy's" "Yes, but his parents are going out and since you are staying in mom said you'd watch over us." "Where's your mom?" "Shower." Mike got up and almost ran to his bedroom. He didn't want to look angry in front of his son, but he was pissed that his wife would accept something like that. He didn't care having to "deal" with his kid on his free night, but having to watch over some random boy? That was too much, and his wife was the one to blame. She knew he cherished his free time, so it almost felt like she did that on purpose. "Kelly, did you tell Taylor that I would watch over him and Jimmy tonight?" He said stepping into the bathroom inside his room. "I did. He wanted to hang with Jimmy but his parents were busy" "Yeah, sure. They always do the same. They don't wanna deal with other people's kids but we gotta deal with theirs." "Michael, he's just a kid. What kind of dad would you be if you put your adult pride over your son's happiness." "You know this isn't about that." His wife was done with the shower. She was putting on her uniform and was almost done. "Whatever, Michael. If you don't want to watch over Jimmy you'll have to tell Taylor yourself. I'm already late." She turned around, kissed her husband on the cheek, and left the room. Mike opened the tub and splashed his face with water. This was a father's life, having plans to enjoy yourself and all of the sudden being stuck at home with your 9yo son and his best friend. At least he could spend time with his boy. "Are you mad, dad?" Taylor said behind him. "I'm not baby. Why would I be mad?" He patted his face dry and stood in front of the toilet "Jimmy, you and I are gonna have a great time tonight." He unzipped his suit pants and took out his dick. It was normal for them to be naked around each other and it wasn't anything sexual or weird. He started peeing and Taylor moved closer to keep talking to his dad. "I promise we'll behave," He said in a sheepish voice. "Baby, I'm not mad, I promised you I wasn't gonna get mad, right?" Taylor nodded and Mike pat his head "Jimmy's a good boy. We can watch a movie or whatever you two want to do." Mike shook his dick clean and hide it back in his trousers. He started undressing and remained just in his underwear. "Do you want to have a shower now or when Jimmy arrives?" Taylor shrugged "Then hop on the tub, we can take a bath before your friend comes." Taylor jumped from the excitement. He loved baths, no matter who he took them with. He liked to play with his toys. He had a cheap barbie that his cousin forgot one time she slept over, and he had two action figures. He would play that the two men had to rescue the girl from drowning. The boy started undressing as his dad prepared his toys. "You want the action figures?" Mike asked from his bedroom. "And the doll, dad" Mike appeared through the door carrying the three toys and just wearing his underwear. He had a great physique. He worked out 3 to 4 times a week, and even more if he had time at work. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and full lips. He kept a Little fuzz over his body, but not too much. He wasn't extremely hairy, just enough. Taylor liked to play with his dad's chest hair when he was laying on top of him watching TV or at the beach. He kept his face shaved clean just for work, but he liked having a bear because his boy thought it looked cool. He was a lawyer, an independent one, so he was free to take as much or as little work as he wanted. He kept his schedule pretty busy, though his house wasn't cheap at all so he needed the money, and work kept him distracted enough. Lately, he thought his wife wanted to divorce him. He didn't think that, he knew that. He had found the divorce papers in her purse one time he was looking for some meds she always carried with her, and he was still shocked. He didn't give a single fuck about his wife at this moment in life, but he was scared of how it might affect Taylor. He wanted to hide all things evil from Taylor, that's why he acted like everything was fine, even if it wasn't. On the other hand, Taylor loved his dad. He didn't know it yet, and neither did Mike, but the boy had a crush on his dad. He liked to see him shirtless, he loved playing with the fuzzy hair on his chest and legs whenever they were laying down together, but what he loved was bathing with him, cause he got to see his dad naked. It wasn't a sexual matter, at least not yet, he just got an anxious feeling whenever they did intimate things together, but that feeling made Little Taylor both nervous and happy. He just liked to spend as much time with his dad as possible, and he knew his dad liked it too. Mike put the toys inside the tub and let the water run. He grabbed the elastic band of his black boxer briefs and pulled them down, leaving his adult cock to be seen by his boy. He didn't think much of it, but Taylor was blushing and feeling a funny thing inside his tummy. Mike grabbed his manhood and gave it a few squeezes and shakes, but thought of who he was in front of and cut it immediately. He forgot he was in front of Taylor and was about to start jerking off. "Buddy, you still in your clothes?" Mike asked looking down at Taylor and getting closer to him. He rubbed his hair and realized that his boy was looking at his cock, which was standing millimeters away from his face and was chubbed up due to the squeezing earlier. "Can we bathe in underwear, dad?" He asked looking down to the floor. "What kind of question is that? Of course, we can't. If you're wearing any kind of clothing we can't get you as clean as you need to be." Taylor blushed aggressively and, seeing this, Mike kneeled. "What's wrong, buddy?" Taylor shook his head, as if he didn't want to bathe anymore, and avoided looking at his dad in the face. "You don't want to bathe with me anymore, is that it?" Mike felt a bit sad, but he understood if his boy was old enough to want to shower alone. "You're becoming a man, so I understand if it's embarrassing to shower with your dad." "It's not that, dad" Taylor whispered. "Then what is it?" Taylor was nervous, playing with his hands cause he didn't know where to put them. He grabbed the elastic band of his shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. He stood there, in front of his dad, with his little boner tenting the fabric of his briefs. The boy's face was red, extremely red, and he was still avoiding making eye contact with his father. "That's it?" Taylor nodded "Baby, you are ashamed because you got stiff?" "Yes." He whispered again. "How long has this been happening?" Asked Mike, who was trying his best to not burst out laughing. The pure reaction of his boy was making his day. "The other day I woke up with my penis hard, and now again" he finally made eye contact with his dad. He was relaxing about the whole situation. "Taylor, we are men. It is normal for us men to wake up with stiff penises or for it to happen out of nowhere. You know what this means?" Taylor shook his head "This means that you are growing up." Taylor could notice the pride tone in his dad's voice while he was speaking. Was his dad proud of him? That made Taylor smile, and Mike couldn't stop himself from thinking how cute Taylor looked with the gap between his front teeth and the missing tooth on the bottom part of his mouth. He reached out and messed up with Taylor's hair. "It happens to me too," Mike confessed, just to make Taylor feel better. "I know, I have seen it" confessed Taylor. "Have you?" Mike was shocked. He thought he had been sneaky about it. In his mind there was nothing wrong with a boy seeing his dad naked or even hard, it happened to him with his dad because they had an amazing relationship, but since he knew Taylor was gay he didn't want to confuse the kid more and he hid his boners as much as he could. Taylor nodded at his dad's question, and Mike felt something weird inside. He got a bit nervous knowing that he hadn't been cautious enough, but on the other hand, he saw a window opening for an opportunity. He had to talk with Taylor about his sexuality, just to prepare him for life. "Ok. Let's get you clean and fresh before Jimmy arrives." Mike kneeled in front of Taylor and with his thumbs he pulled his son's briefs down, revealing the stiffie. Mike was surprised. It was the little penis of a 9 yo boy, but it still was big for his age. He was no expert in little boys' penises, even tho he was an avid lover and admirer of the opposite gender at any age. He even jerked off from time to time to the thought of his niece, younger than Taylor, or even to Taylor's female classmates. His interest was pussy, no matter how developed it was, but he could still recognize that his son had a big little nail for his age. He smiled inside, knowing he was gonna get all the pussy, or ass, he wanted when he grew up. Mike was chubbing up again, and he resisted the urge to grab his dick and start playing with it. By accident, he imagined his son playing with his female classmates, those to whose thought he had beat his meat a couple of times while smoking and getting high in his man cave. When he realized that he was thinking about his sweet Taylor, he shook the thoughts off his mind and looked at his son. He was eye to eye with his son, but he could see how Taylor was fixed on his dad's growing penis. The little boy blushed and looked at his dad, and Mike just smiled warmly to make him relax. He didn't care if his son was gay, bi, or straight, or if he was fancing his dick right at that moment, he just wanted to have the type of relationship with Taylor in which there'd be no secrets between them. "Looks like we are both big" Mike chuckled, but Taylor looked puzzled. "Being big means you have a big penis, baby." "Am I big?" Taylor asked with his sweet voice. "It looks like it" Mike got a bit nervous, but he knew he had to ask "Have you seen other boys naked?" Taylor looked around, almost like he was trying to avoid answering, but he finally gave up and nodded. "Jimmy?" "I don't wanna answer, daddy" "It's ok. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I thought we had no secrets..." Mike wanted to know so bad. Firstly, because he was very curious about it. He wanted to know if his son had a special friend with whom he had explored his sexuality, even tho he was certain that his son didn't even know what a "gay" was. But most importantly, he had to make sure his son was safe. Why was he put in a situation where he had seen other boys naked? If it was in his school changing rooms he didn't have to worry, but what if a neighbor had shown him? Maybe it was Carl, his babysitter, or maybe it was a classmate's dad... He knew a couple of them that were pervs like him... He had to find out. "I know you have secrets dad" It took all the courage inside Taylor to say that, but he had been wanting to bring it up to his dad for the longest now. "You never let me in your office after bed." "That's because what I do is for grown-ups only" Mike smiled. He found the curiosity of his son cute in some way. "But you said if I get stiff I'm growing up" Taylor clapped back. Mike looked at him and then down at his little penis. It was still hard as a rock. "Do you know what to do when you get stiff?" Taylor shook his head, answering his dad's question. "Let's get in the shower" Mike stepped in, followed by Taylor. He grabbed the shower head and started running the water over Taylor's little body. Taylor was small. He wasn't tall nor short for his age, just about average height. He was on the skinnier side, but he liked soccer so Mike hoped he'd gain some muscles soon. His hair was a dirty blonde, with bangs down to his eyebrows, the back and sides short and the top long enough to cover part of his ears. He was as white as milk but got very tanned during summer. He had some freckles on his face, especially over the nose, and that with his smile gave him an innocent and cute look. He had a cute little bubble butt that Mike always pinched to make Taylor laugh. He started pouring the water over his body, and the stream running down his body felt amazing. He needed a shower after a long day of work. He looked at Taylor and he was focusing on Mike's dick again. He felt his cock waking up, and now it wasn't just chubbing up, it was getting fully hard. Was he aroused by his son staring at his adult cock? He grabbed his dick and began to slowly stroke it, almost massaging it, right in front of his little son. Taylor, on the other hand, was just standing there looking at his dad's big dick. He was confused but didn't want to let his dad know in case he stopped. He didn't want his dad to stop at all. His mind kept wondering, should he imitate his father's actions or should he just look and then, in the loneliness of his bedroom at night, put what he learned to practice? His dad quickly answered all his questions. "Taylor" he called his name almost in a whisper. They were alone at home, but it still felt like something he should say in a controlled voice "As I said, we are men, and sometimes we get stiff. It just means our penises need some extra attention. You see what I'm doing?" "Yes, dad." Taylor said as he nodded, not even looking at his dad's eyes. All his mind was thinking was how mesmerizing Mike's hand movements were. "This is what men like me and boys like you do when we get stiff" Mike had to take a big breath, he couldn't believe he was doing that. He was jerking off right in front of his son. He didn't sexually desire Taylor, but having that connection with his boy was something that he could not explain to others who didn't have it. It turned him on even. "Can I do it?" Taylor asked, whispering as he thought he'd imitate his father. "Do you want to do it?" "Yes, dad." Mike stopped jerking off and walked closer to Taylor. He grabbed his son's hand and positioned it around his little hard prick. He gently grabbed Taylor's wrist and started moving it to show him what motion he had to adopt. Taylor opened his eyes as wide as possible and gasped loudly. He was feeling a lot of pleasure, and knowing his dad was that close to him only made it worse, but he loved it. "You can only do this in front of me until you have a girlfriend... or boyfriend" said Mike, a little nervous. He was worried Taylor would do it in front of his wife or even Jimmy. "Ok, dad." Taylor was breathing heavily "it feels funny," He said closing his eyes and tilting his head back. Mike smiled, cause he made the same expression when he was about to cum. "Now you are going to cum baby. It's when it feels very good. Do you wanna do it on your own?" Taylor nodded to the question and Mike let go of his wrist. The boy kept the movement going, and he was properly jerking off, even tho Mike could notice it was his son's first wank. The image turned Mike on, and he grabbed his already hard dick again and started jerking it. He kept looking at his son and his movement. His body looked extremely cute, all tensed from the pleasure, his little balls not even dangling with the moves, and the pink head of his dick looking shiny thanks to the water. Taylor made a funny face, almost like it hurt but Mike knew it wasn't that. From the impression and excitement, Taloy let go of his little dick and he started moaning loudly. Mike grabbed his son's dick with two fingers and rubbed, trying to finish what his son wasn't gonna finish. Taylor opened his eyes when he felt his dad's fingers around his little prick and almost screamed in pleasure. He grabbed his dad's wrist and he started moaning even more until he was out of breath and his legs stopped shaking. He leaned forward and rested his head against his dad's waist. "You just had your first orgasm baby. That's what you feel when you cum. Did it feel good?" Taylor didn't even answer, he just nodded while catching his breath. Mike was smiling. He felt extremely proud of his boy and the big step they both took in their relationship. He loved Taylor to pieces, and he was happy knowing his son would come to him anytime he needed help with his sexual needs, when he needed advice or when he just needed a friend. He let go of his son's dick and took his big cock in his hand. He didn't need much, he just shook it for a few seconds and felt the pleasure wave taking over his body. He started grunting and thrusting with his hips, and this caught Taylor's attention back. He looked at his dad's dick as he realized Mike was putting more pressure into it than he had. Note taken, Taylor thought. "Fuck!" said Mike as he started spurting ropes and ropes of cum. All his semen landed on the tub and was quickly washed away by the wáter, but Taylor had time to look at it and memorize how it looked, he was going to ask about it later. "Dad." Taylor shook Mike's hand. "Yes, son?" Now he was the one catching his breath. "You said a bad word" Mike laughed and put his hand on his son's head "Don't tell your mother." "Can I say bad words?" Taylor asked, excited. "Only when you're with me." He was about to say his favorite bad word when they both heard knocking on the door. "That's Jimmy!" Taylor said happy. "Fuck" Mike thought. To be continued...