Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2018 14:47:37 -0500
From: Drew Hills <cornerman2013@gmail.com>
Subject: How We Became One, Part One

How We Became One
Part I
Drew Hills
Copyright 2018

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I'm past being impatient. The exit numbers keep getting larger as I barrel
down Interstate 85, but that still isn't much comfort to my aching cock,
even though I know I'm getting closer to Atlanta and to my son. He's 28
now, on his own, and successful. Ben has always been respectful, kind, and
intelligent. He's six-feet-two-inches and one-hundred-eighty-five pounds of
glorious man now, with blue eyes, thick eyebrows, and nearly black
hair. There's usually a little scruff on his face. Ben just moved to
Atlanta for a post-doc position in neuroscience. I couldn't be prouder of
the boy I raised, even if I raised him in a way that almost no one would
approve of.

Ever since Ben could walk and talk, I knew he was different. Maybe I
couldn't quite put my finger on it at first, but I knew when he was around
four or five that he would probably be gay. I always showered with my baby
boy to make sure he knew how a man should keep himself clean. And that's
always when he would stare at my body, my cock, my balls, my ass. Ben was
five when we really started discussing what all the parts were and what
they were for. I never steered around the fact that cocks and balls give
men a lot of pleasure, too, besides just the technical talk of sperm, and
eggs, and babies. That's when he really got curious.

When Ben was five, I remember we were showering one night and he grabbed my
cock. As a straight, married man, I'll admit that I was shocked. But I
never let him see that. I didn't want him to see that because I didn't want
my son to grow up being ashamed of manhood and his curiosity about it. I
just looked down at him to see him looking up at me as he inspected my soft
cock in his little hand.

"What are you doing?"

Ben just smiled and responded, "Just seeing what your penis is like."

"It's just like yours, but bigger. You'll get to be about my size when
you're older, probably."

"I will?"

"Mm hm," I nodded.

Then, he lost interest as fast as he showed it and let my cock go. I didn't
make a big deal out of it; we just finished bathing and I put him to
bed. However, after that, I noticed he would play with his little dick
whenever he thought he was alone or if he knew only I was around. He would
also ask to play with my cock more and more when we were naked together,
and I never said no. He would get little boy hardons whenever he would do
this, too. Maybe I should've never let this happen, but I wanted to make
sure he explored what could be his attraction and to learn the physical
aspects of being a man from a man who loved him more than anyone else.

All this continued without much change until one Saturday morning when Ben
was ten, his mother was working some extra hours, and we were home
alone. The two of us were just lying on the living room floor watching some
nature documentary when Ben started to "wrestle' with me. Yes, I was
six-feet-one and pretty damn toned, but I made sure my boy thought he had a
chance at overpowering his daddy. We tossed and rolled for a few minutes
before I let him end up on top of me, looking down into my eyes. He was all
giggles and smiles. Pure boy perfection. And that's when I noticed he had a
boy erection poking at my waistline. That didn't surprise me. It also
didn't shock me when he started grinding it back and forth. But what did
take me aback was when he started inching his little boner toward my crotch
as he rubbed his granite boyhood against me.

"Dad?"

"Hm?" I stared into his beautiful, excited blue eyes.

"Does that feel good?" he asked.

"Sure does." I was surprised I said that, but I was enjoying it and seeing
my boy explore new feelings.

This is when things got more interesting.

My little boy looked at me and asked, "I know a man and a woman can make
babies and make each other feel good by having sex, but can two guys do the
same thing?"

"Well, yeah, they can. They just can't make babies together."

"Is that what we're doing now?"

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

He thought a minute. "Well, we're making our dicks feel good together, so I
thought we were having sex together."

This is when I made the decision to teach my son what he needed to
know. This is when I changed everything about the relationship we shared.

"Not really. It's close, though. Do you want to have sex with other boys?"

"Yes!" Ben was legitimately excited now.

"Would you like for us to have sex together?"

"Yes, daddy. Can we?"

"We can, but sex between a father and son is very special and no one else
should know about it. Promise not to tell anyone, not even Mom?" So much
for teaching him to be honest and never be ashamed of sex.

"I promise."

With my ten-year-old still on top of me, cocklet hard as nails, I rolled us
over on to our sides and pressed my lips to his. I kissed him lovingly, and
began to use my tongue to get him to open his mouth. I ran my large, strong
hands down his body and into his shorts, rubbing his hard little boy
cock. That's when he moaned and opened his lips, allowing my tongue into
his mouth.

I felt an electricity I can't explain in my boy's body. My eight inch,
thick, cut cock had gotten so hard I felt like it could cut diamonds. I
felt at peace with this, knowing we were about to walk into something
special together.

We made out for several minutes, just exploring each other's mouths with
our tongues and tasting each other. I never stopped jerking Ben's boycock
and playing with his marble-sized balls, but I removed my hand long enough
to unzip his short and begin sliding them down, along with his
underwear. But then I realized I had to stop long enough for us to both get
naked.

As soon as I broke the kiss, Ben groaned and asked, "Why'd you stop? I was
loving that."

"I know you were, but we've got to get all our clothes off to have sex."

"Oh, well, then let's get naked," he grinned. There's nothing like the look
of an excited ten-year-old boy about to head out on a new adventure.

So, I sat up and unlaced my shoes while Ben took off his shirt, socks,
shorts, and underwear. I stood up and removed my shirt, then shucked off my
jeans and underwear, freeing my steel-hard cock as I looked down on the
beauty of my naked son.

"It's so huge," Ben said in amazement, "and there's something clear
starting to drip out the end of it."

"That's pre-cum, son. The harder and bigger my cock gets, and the more it
leaks, it means I'm getting more and more excited about having sex with
you. When you're older, your cock will do the same thing."

As I said that, I got back down on the floor and positioned myself on top
of Ben, kissing his forehead, face, lips, neck, working my way down his
sexy little body. I worshipped his chest, his nipples--which made his eyes
go back in his head and his cocklet throb. I kissed his stomach. I licked
and kissed his inner thighs, which I could tell set his nerve endings on
fire. I kissed his knees, moved down his shins, tracing the bone structure
with my tongue, tasting the boy I made. I kissed the tops of his feet,
licked his soles, and sucked each toe. The more I worshipped my son's body,
the more I allowed myself to be consumed by such a pure and natural sexual
hunger, the more I could see Ben become lost in the pleasure I was showing
his virgin body.

Then, I allowed my mouth to wander back up and settle in on the prize, his
tiny little boycock, hard with an arousal he had never known. I opened my
mouth and sucked it in, reveling in the tastes and smell that was my boy's
little cock. Ben sucked in air and began to moan, "Oh, daddy, that feels so
good.

"I'm sucking your cock, son. This is one thing men do when they have sex."

I went back down on him, determined to make his six-year-old brain spin. My
son writhed in intense pleasure, pleasure the man who made him was giving
him. Then he settled into a pattern of rhythmic moans as I sucked his cock,
and played with his tiny little balls. His little body became rigid, his
breath quickened, and he managed to squeak out, "Daddy," as I gave him his
first dry orgasm.

As I opened my mouth and lifted my head up to look at Ben, he asked, out of
breath, "Daddy, what happened? That felt sooo good."

"I gave you your first orgasm, son. I made you cum. When you're twelve or
thirteen, you'll shoot sperm, cum, out of your cock when you orgasm."

"Can I suck on your cock and make you cum?"

"Yes, baby, you can."

I was on fire, now. Ben was full of lust and questions. This was
natural. This was good. Fuck what everyone else says.

I sat down on the floor next to Ben so he could put his head in my lap. As
he moved his head over, he just stared at a cock that, I'm sure, looked
impossibly large to a little boy.

"Suck it like it's a popsicle, son. Use lots of spit and make sure to cover
your teeth with your lips so you don't scratch it."

My boy was so turned on he started sucking me before I could finish that
last sentence. I sighed in ecstasy as my little boy slowly bobbed up and
down on my cock, sucking me with more enthusiasm than I think I had ever
seen him show toward possibly anything.

Ben looked me in the eyes as he came up for air. "You taste sweet."

"Yep. That's my pre-cum. When you make me cum, my load of sperm will taste
good, too."

"Can I make you cum like you did to me so I can taste?"

I was so horny my blood was boiling, and I knew I had to fuck my little
boy.

"Not right now. You and I will be having sex a lot since we both enjoy it,
and you can try that later. Right now, I'm going to show you how two men
make love to each other."

I rolled Ben onto his back and lowered my head to his magnificent cocklet
while he looked at me inquisitively. I kissed his little dick, licked his
balls, all while lifting his legs up. Then, I began working my way to his
most sacred place, licking and sucking his hairless taint along the way,
inhaling a slightly damp, musky, yet boyish scent. As I got closer to my
target, I could see his sweet, pink little asshole. I inhaled the aroma and
took a swipe at it with my tongue, which made Ben giggle.

"Dad, that's my butthole."

At that point, I had to stop to explain. "Yes. It feels really good when I
lick it, doesn't it?"

"Yeah!"

"Remember how I explained that a man makes a woman feel good by using his
penis to have sex with her vagina, that he fucks her in the pussy with his
cock?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, as men, our buttholes make us feel just as good when other men play
with them. Our buttholes are pussies, just like a vagina."

"So you're making love to me by licking my butthole?"

"Sort of. This is how we start. When I start to make it feel good, it will
relax so I can make love to you by putting my cock all the way in your
butt."

"So that's how my butt is also my pussy? You're going to make me feel good
by fucking my butt?"

"You got it, son."

"Your cock will fit up there? Won't it hurt?"

"It will fit, and it will hurt at first. But I'll lick and kiss your
butthole until it relaxes and begins to open for me, and then I'll put my
cock inside you gently. I promise it will stop hurting and become the best
feeling you've ever felt. And it will make my cock feel just as good."

As I said this, I leaned back down to his exposed asshole and began to rim
him. I could feel my boy's whole body relax and his breathing settled into
the same pattern as when I sucked his cock, letting me know he was on his
way to heaven. As his asshole relaxed for me, as it turned into a hungry
boypussy, I drove my tongue in deeper, exploring the walls of his rectum. I
tasted a flavor that was pure boy: sweet, earthy, and strong, like iron and
copper. I knew eating out my boy's pussy meant my tongue was inside his
ass, the ass of a young boy whose mind is unencumbered with notions from
porn that they must flush themselves with enemas for an hour before sex. I
knew what I was tasting, and I loved it. It was unmistakably Ben, my son in
his purest and most natural form.

Ben's head was thrashing from side to side. "Da-da-daddy. Go deeeeeper," he
whined.

I went deeper. I fixed my open mouth to his pussy as if I were making out
with it, my tongue swirling and probing deeper into his being. I was
overwhelmed with the heat and tightness, the tangy saltiness of the pussy
mucus beginning to lubricate his channel, and the dank, metallic, sweetness
of my boy's apparently imminent morning shit that I began to taste as I
probed into the depths of his bowels. I felt alive, yet centered. I now
knew I was the father I should be to Ben, his maker and his teacher. Having
sex with my little boy wasn't just right, it was sacred and holy.

"More," Ben hummed. He was ready now. His asshole had blossomed, the walls
were slick. His pussy was ready to be fucked.

"I'll give you more, son, but not with my tongue. I can give you what you
need with my cock when I fuck you. Do you want me to put my cock inside
your asshole, to fuck your boypussy?"

"Yes," he exclaimed in a voice filled with need and lust.

"Then stay right where you are," and I rushed off to our bathroom to grab
lube and a towel. Ben's ass was so tight, even all my spit, pre-cum, his
shit, and pussy juices wouldn't be enough to fuck him properly.

When I got back, I popped the top of the tube and squirted a healthy amount
of lube on my cock. Ben still had hunger in his eyes, and I asked one more
time, "Ben, what do you want me to do?"

"Make love to me, daddy. Fuck me. Please."

"Yes, son."

I got down on my knees, put my boy's legs up and rested them on my
shoulders, and guided my cockhead to his entrance.

"I'm going to push my cock inside your pussy now. Bare down like you need
to poop, okay?"

I watched my boy breathe in to begin to push, and as he did as I told him,
I slowly entered my son's asshole for the first time. Slowly, centimeter by
centimeter, I felt my cockhead enveloped by the tightest, hottest, velvet
glove anyone could imagine. With just the head of my throbbing cock half
inside my son, I stopped.

"You okay?" I asked, looking into his eyes, seeing a mixture of pain,
excitement, curiosity, and a tinge of pleasure.

"Yes," he managed to murmur.

"Yes," he repeated, over and over, with more confidence each time.

"Can I go deeper?"

"Please," he begged.

And so, slowly, agonizingly slowly, I continued to open his pussy with my
cock, plunging further into his rectum, to places that--for now--only I, as
his father, could go.

Two inches down and six to go. His muscles were slightly less tense now. I
could sense pain in his face, but also a pleasure he had never known as my
engorged head rubbed his prostate on its voyage deeper into him. He cooed
as my head and then curved shaft began to graze his spot.

"Dad!" he cried.

I looked up to tears streaming down my Ben's beautiful face. He was trying
to process the pleasure his pussy was giving with the pain of his asshole
and bowels stretching to accommodate my man cock.

"I know it hurts, but is it too much?"

"No."

"I'm going to keep going. I have to be all the way inside you to fuck you,
for us to make love. The pain'll stop eventually, once your body relaxes
and lets me in. I promise."

I leaned in to kiss my son. As my tongue slipped into his mouth, and my
cock inside his asshole, our bodies and spirits were now joined in one
continuous loop. I felt a pure and divine love for my son, enhanced to that
level by the depth and rawness of our sex. I was fully aware of his body
and feeding off his energy at this point; I knew he was near his limit. I
broke from his mouth, kissed his cheekbones, and licked the tears from eyes
face. They were like viscous seawater, and the intimacy of that act allowed
me to reach a new level of physical pleasure that I didn't know could even
happen between two people.

"So good. So full," my Ben whimpered in something almost like a trance. His
little boy cock was as engorged as mine. I knew the pain was subsiding and
I could feel his walls relax and begin to allow the fucking.

I worked my hands up under his back, holding his small, smooth virgin body
to the hairy, virile, muscular form of my masculinity. As I brought his
face close to mine, I whispered in his ear, "Breathe, baby boy, breathe
deep. The hurt is about to stop.

I began a steady but slow thrust forward as Ben began to focus on his
breathing. His chute was so beautifully tight and warm, lubed with a thick
and velvety load of shit he had not voided. Lost in the sensations of
fucking my little son, I felt resistance, like I was at the entrance to his
asshole again. Ben breathed and I continued inward with my man cock. Ben's
eyes rolled back in his head and I felt my cock push through another
hole. Fuck, this was blowing my mind.

Ben yelped in a little pain but then began to look me in the eye and moan,
"So good. So good. Don't stop, daddy. Whatever you're doing, don't stop."

"I love you so much, son."

Ben's boypussy was so open now. I was fucking deep into him, all eight
inches in a small ten-year-old boy's asshole. I was sure I had penetrated
something deeper than his rectum and was somewhere in his intestines.

"Do it faster," my boy urged.

I slowly worked up my pace. I wanted him to feel as good as I was, and I
think I succeeded. I laid him down on his back and began pulling all the
way out, save my cockhead, and fucked back deep into his boy body. With
each stroke, I would make Ben's eyes roll back into his head.

As I long-dicked his fuck channel, pounding over his little prostate on the
in-stoke, he would quiver and grunt. Then, at the end of the stroke, when I
would push through his second hole and bottom out in his gut, I started
hitting some secret pleasure spot. Ben tensed up and his toes would curl
against my chest. He couldn't speak and was so deep in bliss, I'm not sure
if he could understand me, but I wanted to explain, "You're asshole is
cumming like the pussy it is. When you feel so good like that, your pussy
is cumming."

When his boygasm was over, he panted, "Make me cum again."

That was music to my ears.

"You will, son, as long as I keep my cock inside your butthole."

I looked down and saw that my cock was covered in his shit as I had fucked
it all out of him, and his hole was beginning to be frothy and creamy with
yellow-brown shit, precum, and his ass juices.

"But daddy is about to cum like a grown man from his cock, shooting sperm
inside your ass. I may not be able to fuck you again for a few minutes
after."

"Please, don't stop, daddy. I want to cum again."  The hottest part, aside
from knowing I was about to breed my own son, was that he now needed to be
fucked regularly. That he would crave these feelings from his ass for the
rest of his life.

"Hold on, baby boy," and I began to fuck his open, wet boy cunt for all I
could. I thought I could hold out a few more seconds to hit his pleasure
spot in his gut one more time with a hard, deep stroke, and I did.

"Daddy! Daddy! I'm cumming again!"

As his anal boy orgasm ripped through his body, I started shooting my sperm
into his bowels.

"I'm cumming, Ben! You're making your daddy cum and shoot his sperm inside
you!"

I couldn't tell you how many streams of my seed I shot. I know I could
barely breathe it felt so good. All I know is that I had made my
ten-year-old son have three dry cums from getting his ass fucked, and I had
bred him and begun the process of making him a man.

Both of us panting, I slowly pulled my cock from deep within my son. It was
so beautiful seeing the freshly fucked glow emanate from his eyes. I knew I
had done the right thing.

Ben was in a daze, now. My cock was out and his asshole was so beautiful
post-fuck. I was so in love that I had to do one last thing. I had to taste
our sex.

As the heady scents of ass sex between man and boy filled my head, I leaned
down licked his shitty, cummy asshole. The taste was heaven. I dove in
heart-first and devoured his fucked hole, making him moan one last time
before our first love-making session ended. I licked his walls clean,
sucking the coppery, sweet mixture of shit and man cum from his channel. I
lovingly swallowed it all and licked clean the hole I had now claimed
before any other man could.

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