Date: Sun, 14 Oct 2007 18:19:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Teague teague Subject: Drew's Daddy 7 DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and an adult male... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful then please leave now. If you enjoy the story feel free to send your comments. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Author's Note: Thanks for all your continued support for this story. I love hearing from fans of Drew and Adam. Let me know what you think of Chapter Seven. Enjoy! Teague Teague1007@yahoo.com Copyright 2007 Teague, All Rights Reserved. Drew's Daddy By Teague CHAPTER SEVEN Adam's chest tightened. His skin felt cold. It seemed as if the sounds in the room were echoing through his head. Everything sounded big and yet hollow at the same time. "Wh-what?" he didn't hear correctly. There was no response. "Hello!" Still nothing. He looked at the phone. The numbers were at odd angles to each other and there was a crack up the small LCD panel. Adam had broken it. His knuckles were white where they gripped the receiver. He looked up at the television, seeing the bus displayed as heaping wreckage. His fingers released the phone and it dropped uselessly to the floor. He paid it no more attention. He moved quickly out of the house and headed for his truck. He found himself traveling down the interstate at high speed. He didn't have any conscious memory of getting to that point; he just knew where he needed to be. He looked down at the gas gauge. He must have had close to a full tank, thank god. He looked up at the road, but all he saw was Drew. He saw him as a little boy, small enough to crawl, but not to walk. He saw him as an infant, curled up on his chest and gripping his shirt possessively. He saw him running down the street playing ball with his friends, and he saw him asleep in his bed, dreaming deeply like only a child could. Adam couldn't breathe, his chest felt tight. He rolled down the window and took in as much fresh air as he could. The pressure in his chest didn't ease up but the wind helped him focus on driving. "No, no, no..." he was saying over and over again, not really aware of what he was doing. His mind drifted again. Drew was on the floor, playing a video game. His small body was moving side to side as if he were dogging monster after monster. Then he was crying in his crib bundled in his blue blanket, his whole body shaking with the effort. He wouldn't stop his wife told him. It happened most of the day until he cried himself to sleep. Adam heard the cries and his big hands scooped Drew out of the crib. Instantly the baby made the connection, took one final deep breath and sighed contently. Adam laid the child against his chest and listened to his Son's breathing. He was quiet. Quiet as he always was when Adam held him close. His wife thought it was cute at first but over the years it became a bone of contention with her. Why was the child so dependent upon his Father? What couldn't she manage the same thing? Adam didn't care. No one would understand. He reached up and stroked Drew's head. His hand met his Son's long blonde hair. Drew's small arms were wrapped around his waist as he lay asleep. He was wearing shorts and one of his Father's shirts. It billowed around the boy like a blanket but Drew insisted on wearing it. He said it smelled like him and that's why he liked it so much. This confused Adam because Drew usually slept with him when he had his weekend visit. The boy did nothing but smell him. Even as a little kid he would breathe in Adam's masculine scent. Drew was around two years old, his face snuggled in Adam's armpit and breathing in his smell. Adam's thick cock swelled as he watched Drew. He reached down and rubbed himself while the boy enjoyed his body. Adam saw the road before him. How much time had past? Everything was bleeding together. Each moment was pushed into the next with no regard for sequence. It was the past; it was the present, and then the past again; as if his mind couldn't focus on just one event. He glanced to his side and saw Drew sitting there. Adam knew it wasn't real; his mind was playing tricks on him. Drew disappeared just as quickly as he came. "No, no, no..." he was still saying. His mouth felt dry and his body hurt. Not just one part like his shoulders or hands, but all of it. It was as if every cell was screaming for attention. His muscles ached terribly. He felt like he could break at any second. He felt like dying. Breathe! He told himself. Just breathe. The pickup truck ate the road like a hungry animal. Adam knew the general direction and as luck would have it immediately found a large blue sign with a white "H" on it. The road sign for hospital! He turned his truck and followed them, getting closer and closer to his Son. Hours had past Adam realized. And he couldn't remember any of it. The hospital came into sight. Adam's chest constricted even more and he felt sick. The steering wheel groaned inside his grip. His hands hurt. They hurt badly. Had he been holding it like this the whole time? During the hours it took to get there? He saw the emergency room sign. There was a large fire truck there. What the hell was that doing here, he thought. He found a spot and parked the truck. He almost didn't get out. This was it. This moment in time was going to change his life forever, be it good or bad. Before it just hung in the air, suspending time and keeping Drew alive in Adam's mind. But now time moved forward and Adam had to face the next moment. He swallowed hard and opened the door. He was walking through the Emergency Room entrance. The time between his truck and now had left him forever. There were firemen in his way...about five of them. Adam pushed through them not bothering to say a word. They fell away like blocks against his strength. One moved in front of him and said something, his face angry. Adam didn't hear it. All he could do was look at the man. The fireman's dirty face changed quickly when he looked into Adam's eyes. He pulled his body away as fast as he could and moved closer to the others. Adam disregarded him and moved through a sea of people, not really knowing where he was supposed to be. The direction just felt right. Adam kept walking. He found himself deeper and deeper in people. At first it was hospital workers and then adults...parents to be exact. And then it was kids. Drew was everywhere, in the arms of dozens of parents. All of them were Drew! He moved for one but it wasn't his Son. Adam looked deeper and saw them for what they really were. Black haired boys and girls of every shape and size...blonde children who didn't come close to looking like Drew, seemed to clutter the halls. And then there were doors...big steel doors with small round windows separating him...from what? Adam spun around and around, looking for his Son. After the third turn he faced the doors again. The kids out here were all fine...all safe! But then these big doors...? "Drew..." he whispered to no one. Adam felt his legs buckle. His powerful muscles that could lift a car, now felt like lead. Reality of the moment came crashing down on him. The mere air around him felt like the hand of God, pushing him to the ground. This wasn't happening! He told himself. His knees slammed into the floor, his shoulders slumped as his hands dragged against the cold tile. He felt his heart beating so loudly, he couldn't hear anything else. Everyone was moving so slowly, and those doors! Those fucking doors! A nurse walked past him, pausing to look at his face as she moved. She pushed the doors open and went through them, her shirt billowing out as she did. Adam saw something behind them...blonde hair! His eyes focused intently. It was a child, a boy he was sure of it. The small head was turning around to look out the door as the nurse moved away. Blue eyes! Big, blue eyes looked right at him! The doors swung shut. "NO!" Adam's mind cried out. "It's another dream...just a dream" Adam felt death coming closer and closer to him. They would come for him soon, he knew. Come to tell him that Drew was gone, just like all the others behind the door. He just wanted it all to end, right there, kneeling on the floor. He didn't want to hear about his Son, he didn't want to breath the air denied his boy. There was a noise. Something hit the door from the other side. He looked up and saw them opening toward him. A small boy with blonde hair and blue eyes was pushing through them. His hands were outstretched, his fingers splayed beyond his reach. Adam looked right at him. It was Drew! But it couldn't be! This was just his wish. It wasn't real. Where was his Son? The boy's small legs pounded on the floor, propelling him closer and closer. Adam couldn't lift his arms, he was too weak. He had nothing left. The dream was killing him. Tiny feet slammed against the tile and a face that looked so much like Drew's was creased with determination. His small tongue was sticking out of the side of his mouth as he ran, but he wasn't fast enough. "Dad!" Adam heard it clearly. It sounded like his Son, so much so it stabbed into Adam's heart like a cruel knife. The boy's legs pushed him off the floor and sent him flying the last few feet into the air. His arms reached out for Adam and his eyes...his deep blue eyes that were blindingly bright, pierced into Adam's mind. Time stood still... And Adam saw him...the infant, the toddler, and the child...all at the same time. Every moment he shared with his Son came back to him, rushing into his mind and melding together. He felt pain and pleasure with equal intensity. The boy's blonde hair and blue eyes, his small hands and feet, his incredible scent flooded into Adam. He remembered the nights sitting near Drew when he was asleep, sick from a cold. Watching the boy's every breath to see if he needed his Father. Adam remembered feeling ill whenever the infant coughed too hard or sneezed. He caught himself taking the air deep in his own lungs as if he could somehow breathe for the boy and relieve his pain. Adam towered over him, his massive body ready to strike down the sickness that hurt his child. If only it were that easy. The love swelled in his body as he looked at his Son. Had his chest been a cannon, he would have shot his heart upon the boy. ...And then it happened...Contact! The child's small body crashed into Adam and he felt tiny arms wrap around his neck like steel cables. Lightening struck Adam and his whole body responded. The strength that abandoned him seconds before returned with a vengeance. He was holding his Son! He was real! It was Drew! His arms were coiled around the child like hardened stone. His face buried itself into Drew's neck and his lungs took the boy's scent deeply. Time returned to normal. Adam's heart beat like a drum. There was movement and sound everywhere. Adam couldn't focus. But none of it mattered. Drew was safe! "DREW!" he cried into his Son's body. Adam folded his massive body into his boy's. His Son was saying something. He couldn't make it out. Small arms and legs moved inside his embrace. Tiny fingers pressed into his flesh. "DAD!" He felt small hands press against his shoulders. Drew was struggling with his Father. He was pushing himself away. Adam's thick body didn't budge. He might as well have been trying to move an oak tree. Adam looked up. Drew's face was before his. It was red. Why was the boy so far away from him, Adam thought? It was only inches but it felt like miles. And his eyes...they were so blue! When were they ever that blue before? Drew wanted to move away. Adam would have none of it. "NO" he cried out to his Son, pulling him back against his body. "DAD!" the boy shouted to him. Adam was confused. Why wasn't Drew holding him? "I CAN'T BREATHE!" Adam's brow creased. "WHAT?" What did he say? He looked at Drew and realized what he had done. He felt his biceps pushing deeply into Drew's small ribcage. Adam relaxed his embrace. Drew sighed and slid down his big body, his chest rubbing against him and his small legs moving against his thighs. The boy's arms lashed themselves around his thick neck before he fell too far. He looked at his Father. "DAD!" he said with his small voice, his face broken into the largest smile Adam had ever seen. Thick tears fell out of Adam's eyes. They ran down his face and dropped against his Son's arms. Drew, who had never seen his Father cry, tilted his head in concern. "DREW!" he cried out, pulling the boy against him again. His muscled arms hugged the child tightly, but he was careful not to harm him again. He started to kiss the child over and over again. He covered the boy's face from side to side, kissed his hair, his lips and eyes. His tears made Drew's face wet. The soft feeling of the boy's skin was addictive to his lips. Adam wouldn't stop. Drew laughed and moved his head around as his Father`s lips devoured him. He didn't try to move away, he instead basked in his Dad's attention. His hands ran across his Father's broad shoulders, feeling the thick muscles of his chest. His small body was elevated by his Dad's bicep laden arms and he gladly offered himself up to his Father's rugged mouth. Drew was in heaven. "I'm alright!" he said to Adam. "I was in the back" Adam couldn't speak. Nothing mattered anymore. He looked at the boy for a moment, just to make sure he was real and then pushed his face against Drew's small neck, hugging him tight. "It's alright Dad" Drew said softly. His small hands were rubbing Adam's broad shoulders. His boy...his tiny eight year old boy was trying to comfort him. "I love you!" Adam spoke coherently for the first time. "I love you, I love you, I love you..." Drew pushed back until he could look at Adam. "I love you too Dad!" They were back in the truck. Drew's bag was in the back seat with his Son. The past fifteen minutes left Adam's memory in a blur. There were forms and an apology. Papers were pushed at Adam and Drew pointed at various blank lines for Adam to sign. There were so many people. They wanted to look at Drew some more but they couldn't pry him from Adam's arms. Drew stuffed the paperwork in his bag and told his Dad they could go home. Then Adam found himself strapping his Son down with the seatbelt. He snapped the buckle in with a satisfying clap. He tugged at the strong fabric. It held. Adam couldn't be sure though. He pulled at the belt and the whole truck rocked from side to side. Drew laughed. What was so funny? Adam thought, looking down at Drew in confusion. He pulled at the belt again. The large vehicle listed to one side. It had to hold. The belt had to keep him safe, this was no joking matter. Drew reached up and squeezed at his Dad's biceps, grinning at the handsome man. Adam's cock thickened immediately. His body felt warm all over. The boy's eyes were so blue...like a deep pool of refreshing water. Drew's touch cleared Adam's mind of everything except him. He wanted him. Right there. He leaned down and breathed in his Son's incredible smell. He panted like an animal before his boy. Drew's eyes ran across his face and he felt it set on fire under the boy's gaze. Adam moved like a striking cobra. He took hold of Drew's neck and forced his mouth against the boy's. His big tongue pressed past the small lips and sunk deep inside. He kissed his Son like it was the first time. Drew was taken aback by the intensity of his Dad's actions. It lasted only a moment. Adam came away. He looked down at Drew. His eyes were blazing at his Son. He ran his forearm across his mouth like a hungry animal. A long moment past as he studied the angelic boy before him. He glanced down at the tiny hands that were squeezing his biceps. Adam licked at his own lips instinctively. When he looked, Drew's eyes weren't on him; they were looking between his legs. He didn't have to look for himself; he already knew what Drew saw. Adam's cock was raging inside his pants. He could feel it struggling to get to the boy. As usual Adam was the last in the loop. Whatever connection existed between his big prick and Drew happened without Adam's knowledge. The boy's hand moved for it. "No" Adam said firmly, moving out of reach. "Not here" He turned and locked the door from the inside and slammed it shut. He tugged at the handle to make sure it wouldn't open, and then walked around to the driver's seat, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. His mighty prick pulsed between his legs. Adam dodged a bullet. If Drew had made contact it would have been impossible to stop him. Adam's desire for the boy was overriding his common sense. He had to be more careful. He had to get the boy home...right away. Drew talked during the drive but Adam didn't know what he said. It didn't matter. Words were not important; he just wanted to hear his Son's voice. When it stopped Adam asked to hear more. He spoke of the accident but that seemed so far away now. It was a lifetime ago. Why in the world would the boy want to talk about that now? He thought. Then Drew did what Adam had hoped he wouldn't. "Dad I want to be home with you" Adam's prick was on fire. It was painful and Adam tried to move around his seat to ease the pressure his cock was making inside his pants. Adam knew exactly what the boy wanted. "Don't Drew. Not now. We'll be home soon enough. Tell me about your trip some more. Tell me everything" Adam glanced back every now and then to look at Drew but it proved too much to take. If he looked too long he became mesmerized by the sight. Instead he looked ahead, listening to the small angelic voice of his Son. Adam looked ahead, refusing to glance down. It was the boy, as always, that brought this reaction from him. His dick was like a rock, a growing rock that demanded attention. He spread his legs apart, but that only helped for a moment. Once his prick filled the new space, it continued to grow. Adam dropped a hand down and kneaded his thick bulge. Easy, he told himself. Just calm down. He moved his hand away; knowing only one thing in the world would calm the rage between his legs. He glanced back at Drew. Adam pulled into his driveway. It was dusk now. He watched Drew running up the walk and finding the door slightly open. He looked back at Adam but the man said nothing. He closed the passenger door Drew just left and followed his Son inside. The time for talk was over. Adam locked the door behind him and threw his keys to the floor. He picked Drew up by the waist and carried him to his bedroom. He threw him through the air and he bounced off the mattress, the boy's laughter filling his ears. Drew looked at his Father. Then he stopped laughing. Adam's eyes had changed. His broad shoulders and thick neck were straining with tension. The veins running down his biceps stood out and his shirt pulled tightly against his chest. Drew looked between his Dad's legs. He had never seen such a large bulge before. "TAKE THEM OFF!" Drew's face twisted in confusion. He looked around but didn't see anything to take off. My clothes! He said to himself and started to pull his shirt off. He threw it off the bed, his Dad watching his every move. Drew reached down and unsnapped his pants and pushed them down his small legs. Before he could do anything with them, his Dad grabbed them and hurled them across the room. He glared down at Drew. Drew pushed off his shorts as quickly as he could and then looked up at his Dad. Adam's eyes ran over his body and then took hold of his own shirt and pulled it over his head. Drew looked at his Father's thickly muscled, hairy chest. He was so strong, so perfect Drew thought. He tossed it to the floor, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt. He stopped. Adam looked at Drew and pointed to his belt. The boy didn't respond quickly enough so Adam snapped his fingers loudly. "TODAY!" he growled. Drew scrambled to his knees in front of his Dad. His hands went for the thick leather belt and he began to pull at it. Adam watched him for a moment, losing patients. He reached down and took hold of Drew's neck and waist, pulling him up to his feet. He crushed his mouth against the boy's and stuck his tongue deep inside. He lapped inside, feasting on Drew. The boy sucked at his big tongue and Adam groaned into his mouth. He pushed the boy away and watched as Drew tumbled on his back. Adam pointed to his belt. "Come get it!" Drew spun around until he faced Adam's crotch. His small hands grabbed the belt and tugged the loose end free. Adam put one hand on Drew's small chest and pushed him back. Drew looked up at his rugged Father, with his big, hairy muscles and broad shoulders. He was sneering at him. His belt was partially undone, enticing Drew to action. He moved back as fast as he could. His Dad's hand came down to stop him again but Drew batted it away with both of his. He attacked the belt with all his strength. Adam's hand dropped to his side, it felt electrified from where Drew's baby soft skin touched him. He watched him work with the fury of a child. Drew grunted as he used his small body weight to lean back and free the belt buckle. His tiny fingers gripped the metal and pried it apart the rest of the way. The belt came free and Drew looked up at Adam, clearly happy with his success. Adam licked his lips at the boy. "Suck your Daddy!" Drew's hands pulled apart the button holding Adam's pants together. He yanked down the zipper and watched in awe as his Father's mighty cock pushed out from the confines of the denim prison and tented out his white shorts. Adam let out a deep breath. Finally, he thought to himself, thinking his cock would never be free. Drew's fingers reached inside the elastic band and tugged it away from his Dad's stomach. He looked inside like a child who was just handed his Christmas stocking. His Father's monstrous cock throbbed with beastly lust. He breathed in the powerful smell, feeling lightheaded, like he was in a dream. Drew's mouth opened, he couldn't wait to unwrap it further. He leaned his head down and engulfed his Dad's heavy prick inside his soft lips, at least as much as he could. Drew moaned as his mouth exploded with the delicious flavor of his Father's big dick. "Suck it!" he heard his Dad tell him. Drew's hands wrapped around his Father's mighty prick and he twisted his head from side to side as he feasted on the bull cock. Adam looked down and opened Drew's legs apart with one hand to find his Son's dick as hard as a rock. Adam snorted expecting nothing less. Drew's dick had a mind of its own. The boy went hard at the faintest smell from Adam's muscled body. Adam reached down and ran his thumb up Drew's throbbing shaft, rotating it around the sensitive head. Drew's groaned in pleasure and his legs spread apart invitingly for his Dad, moving his hips forward with child like urgency. Adam looked down to find Drew's eyes on him. "That dick taste good?" Drew groaned out his response, refusing to let his Dad's heavy cock out of his mouth. The feeling of the boy's soft lips on his pulsing prick ran clear up Adam's spine. Everything was centered on Drew's mouth. The child seemed to perform magic each and every time he gave his Dad head. It wouldn't have made any difference if Drew could swallow him whole. The feeling would have been the same as far as Adam was concerned. He felt the cum boiling in his balls. He could have shot right there. He lasted maybe another minute before he pushed Drew back. The boy didn't go easy. In fact Adam had to use a little strength to pry his dick out of the boy's hungry mouth. Drew looked up at him with a mixture of confusion and anger. "Easy tiger, we're not done yet" Adam kicked off his shoes and finished removing the rest of his clothes. He climbed up on the bed and moved Drew to the center of the bed on his back while he towered over the boy. He took hold of his Son's legs and spread them apart. The sight before him was amazing. Drew's smooth body was flawless. His blonde hair and bright blue eyes made Adam's throat constrict with desire. Adam wanted to fuck him. He wanted it so bad in fact, he found himself lining his massive prick up to impale the child. But then he looked up at Drew's face. The boy lay there with nothing but complete trust in his eyes. "No" Adam said out loud before he could help himself. What am I doing? He thought to himself. He looked down at his massive prick, the size of Drew's forearm, firmly pressed against the boy's ass. Adam felt extreme guilt rip through his mind. His own lust had overridden his common sense. How could I even think it! He thought. Adam lifted up and let his dick lay on top of Drew's rock hard shaft. He brought his Son's legs together until they closed around his beastly prick. He hugged the boy's legs in his strong arms. "Put those hands to good use little boy" Adam began to fuck his cock inside Drew's soft thighs. He watched as his Son's hands came up and wrapped around his throbbing meat. The feeling of the boy's flesh made Adam moan before he could help himself. Small fingers gripped his Daddy dick at the head as Adam continued to slowly fuck into the boy's thighs, his big nuts slapping against Drew's soft ass. "That's it baby, stroke that big dick!" Drew's hands worked his Father's cock in a way that only he could. Every touch sent ripples of pleasure right up Adam's dick and straight to his brain. God I love him, he thought to himself as he watched Drew pleasure his thick meat. The rest of the world disappeared in Adam's mind. All he knew, all he cared about was Drew. He felt Drew's prick pulsing underneath his. The boy's eyes went back in his head whenever Adam thrust forward and he moaned as Adam brought his cock back. "Daddy" he said with his dreamy eyes locked on Adam's face. Adam's heavy prick throbbed with lust. Hearing the boy call him that almost made him shoot. "I'm here baby. Daddy's right here" he said, trying to sooth the child's desire. Adam's mouth opened and he started to move it around Drew's tiny feet, sucking on the warm flesh. He licked at the child's toes and ran his tongue up the arch of each foot. Drew shivered and squirmed on the bed. Adam knew he was ticklish but he did his best to turn it into pleasure instead. He was hungry for the boy. More than he ever had in his entire life. Drew moaned and Adam felt his Son's cock rigid against his own. Adam began to fuck him harder. "You gonna cum for me baby? You gonna cum for your Daddy?" Adam gently bit the boy's foot and licked at it with his thick tongue. Drew's hands gripped his cock like a vise but Adam's huge prick proved far stronger. He watched his Son, taking in every move and listening to every sound the child made. "You like that don't you?" he teased the boy. "Daddy's big cock making you feel good little boy?" This proved too much for the child. He cried out and lifted his head so he could lick at his Father's big dick. Adam didn't stop fucking the boy's thighs and enjoyed watching Drew struggle to get at his hard babymaker. "Oh yeah!" Drew strained his head to get at more of his Dad's throbbing cock. Adam sunk his prick deep inside Drew's legs and held still for his boy mouth. Drew's tongue, lips and teeth all came out at the same time as he attacked Adam's furious cock. "That's my boy! That's my fucking boy!" He pulled back and started to thrust quickly against Drew's cock. The boy groaned and threw his body back on the bed. Adam watched as his Son reached orgasm. The tiny blonde boy shuddered violently, his head tossed from side to side. Adam didn't let up, he continued to stimulate Drew's preteen prick with his heavy Daddy dick. Drew's hands gripped the sheets and Adam watched the boy come down off his incredible high. The boy was beautiful, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Adam smiled down as his Son seemed to have left his body for a moment. Being able to give the child this much pleasure made his heart swell with love for the boy. "That's my baby. That's Daddy's boy" Adam said softly, his big cock fucking slowly between the kid's legs. He watched Drew for a long time, making sure the boy was fully satisfied before taking care of his own needs. He hugged the boy's legs again and started to fuck them faster. Drew was still out of it. "I love you kitten" Adam said, more to himself than to Drew. "Daddy loves you so fucking much" Once again, Adam's huge nuts slapped against Drew's ass. "Every time I look at you my dick gets hard" Drew was hearing it, but from far away. He still wasn't back from his orgasm. "I love the way you play with it...the way you suck on it. The way your tiny hand slips between my legs to feel it" Adam increased the tempo. "I love the way you touch my chest and kiss my lips" Adam was lost himself. His world consisted of himself and Drew. The next few moments seemed to compress time. His massive prick swelled to an even greater thickness and his huge balls filled to the brim. He didn't need anything else in the world but the vision of his Son below him. Adam came. A river of cum erupted out of his heavy prick and showered over Drew. The boy was may have felt it, but if he did it didn't show. Adam let a second wave out and watched as the thick white fluid began to coat Drew's tiny chest and neck. He reached down and lifted the boy's head up with one hand. Adam's big cock seemed renewed by this act and unleashed a torrent of cream that splashed Drew's face. Adam knew his Son would want this, he always wanted his cum. He reached down with his other hand and pumped his big prick in front of his Son's face and finished unloading the last of his cum. Adam let the boy down as gently as he could and carefully lay his legs back on the bed. He leaned over him, his strong arms holding his massive body above the boy. He looked at his Son. Adam's cum dripped off Drew's face and ran down his neck. His small chest and stomach were wet with cream. Adam coated his finger with cum from Drew's face and gently pushed it into the boy's mouth. At first he didn't think Drew would respond because of his physical reaction to every orgasm, but the boy snapped to attention at the first taste of his Father's cum. Drew nursed on his finger and Adam couldn't help but smile down at his handsome Son. "That's Daddy's boy" he said, as he continued to feed Drew his cum. Adam held the door open for Drew and he bounded in with excitement. Drew was a big fan of science fiction and fantasy movies. He loved seeing big blockbusters of superheroes and spaceships and tonight was no different. He had nearly jumped out of his seat when his Dad suggested they go to the theater that night. Popcorn and soda, not to mention all the candy, filled the boy's head as he ran to get into the truck. Adam was patient with Drew as the boy talked non-stop about the movie and what it would be about. It didn't matter to Adam what they saw, he just wanted to see his Son smile. After drinks, popcorn and as much candy as Drew could stuff in his pockets, Adam pulled him through the crowd as they walked down the hallway to the theater. Before they got there Drew felt his Dad's strong hand press firmly into his chest, stopping him in his tracks. He looked up to see his Father looking down at him. He moved Drew to the wall and told him not to leave. Drew nodded, seeing his Dad's serious expression. He watched as his Father placed the drink tray on the floor and then move away from him. Drew tilted to the side in an attempt to see around his Dad's large frame. There was a boy, in a wheelchair. He was maybe ten or so, but it was hard to tell because of the chair. Around him were two boys, probably older but not by much. They were saying something but Drew couldn't hear what it was. It seemed to be upsetting the handicap boy. Adam took each kid by the back of the shirt and lifted them clear off the ground. He turned them in mid air. "You girls wanna make fun of someone then make fun of me!" Blood drained from their faces. They hung limp in Adam's grasp, unable to cope with the new position they found themselves in. They looked at one another seeing terror in the other's eyes. "You think he needs you to remind him he's in a wheelchair?" The boys shook their heads and something that passed for a weak voice came out of one of their mouths. "No Sir" "Well maybe you just wanted attention?" Adam continued pulling the boys closer to his face, intending to drag this out until he made his point. "Maybe you thought it would be fun if everyone stared at him?" The boys hung in the air, eyes wide, mouths open and at a total loss for words...at least any that would make sense. "You know what I think? I think I can attract some attention myself. In fact I think by the time I'm done NO ONE will be looking at HIM!" The message was clear to even these bullies. Adam was about to make an example out of them. They both looked around helpless. They had friends there, others who knew them from school. What if they saw them hanging in the air? They would be ridiculed for months. Drew grinned. He saw his Dad's big biceps bulge out as he effortlessly held the children above the ground. He looked around and sure enough people were watching his Dad. Mostly kids but some adults. The kids were laughing and pointing while the adults looked on with confusion. Drew loved watching his Dad like this. His intense power and the way he took down bullies never ceased to amaze Drew. Others felt fear or salvation with Adam, depending on which side of the tracks they found themselves on, but Drew felt nothing but complete love. There was one woman...who looked highly concerned. Drew guessed she was the boy's mother. He moved away from the wall and walked up to her side, looking up, waiting for her to notice him. She was about to move to her own son when she found Drew near her. Drew pointed to Adam and said, "He's MY Dad!" As if no further explanation was needed. The woman looked back at the large man holding the small kids in the air. Her son was looking up also with a smile on his face, which both surprised and relieved her. Her first instinct was for her son's safety which she assumed was in jeopardy because of the dangerous looking man near him. Now this boy by her side had eased her fears. "It's alright" Drew continued as he shoved a handful of popcorn in his mouth, clearly unconcerned for the safety of her son. As he crunched it up and swallowed he said, "My Dad will take care of everything" She looked down a Drew, not knowing what to say. The boy was munching on another fistful of popcorn and acting as if this was the most natural thing in the world. "Does he do this a lot?" Drew looked up and started to say something in his Dad's defense, something about protecting small kids and not liking bullies, and about how strong his Father was, and how much the girls liked him, but instead of such an eloquent answer he shrugged his shoulders and said..."Yeah" The woman left Drew's side and moved to her son. Adam saw her and nodded in her direction, his intense look softening immediately when he faced her. "Sorry ma'am. These kids here..." he shook the two boys in the air to show her who he was talking about, as if she needed that cleared up, "wanted to meet me so badly, that they asked your son to introduce us!" Adam face sneered at the kids in disgust. "Isn't that right?" The boys nodded in terror. "Sorry to bother you, it won't happen again" Adam spoke to the child in the wheelchair. The boy smiled up and him and waved happily. Adam walked away with the kids still in the air. "Why don't we go somewhere private and get to know each other" he said, looking at each boy in the face. "You know, where no one can see us..." He dropped the boys to the ground and they immediately fled away from him, tears running down the face of one frightened boy. Adam walked until he was in front of Drew, his face smiling as he watched the boys run right out of the theater. He looked down at Drew. "I thought I told you not to eat all the popcorn?" Drew looked up sheepishly. "I only had a few" He shook the bag to show how much was left. "Uh-huh" Adam replied taking the bag away and tucking it under his arm. He went over to the wall and picked up the drink tray. As they walked to the theater Drew slipped his small hand inside his Dad's large one. He looked at everyone as they walked, meeting every set of eyes he could. He wanted to them to know who he was with. As they passed the wheelchair, the boys looked at each other. Drew grinned. "He's MY Dad!"