Date: Mon, 9 Aug 2021 12:37:02 +1200 From: Ben Highlander Subject: I Want My Son 4 Why not donate to nifty? They do so much to keep us happy. _____________________________ I Want My Son 4 DAD Breakfast was an interesting affair. It was Sunday morning and my wife and I normally ate alone since Pierre was either still sleeping from a hard night, or out early with friends. But this morning he joined us, his beaming smile lighting up the room. "Morning Daddy, Mom," he chimed, a distinct spring in his step as he bounced into the room. I felt my dick lurch in my pants at the sight of him in his satiny shorts, a distinct and promising basket distending the front. "Did you sleep well, darling? You sound cheerful this morning," my wife remarked, putting a cup of coffee in front of him as he sat down. "Yes, I wasn't feeling so good yesterday, but Daddy sorted me out and now I'm as right as rain." My wife looked at me over his head from behind him and did a facial shrug at the word `Daddy.' "What did `Daddy' do for you?" "I had an injury from rugby and he massaged it for me. Now it's fine and I feel I can conquer the world!" I felt his bare foot on mine under the table. His eyes danced with impish temptation. I moved my foot out of his reach and gave him a little frown and mimed `no!' as his mother got something out of the fridge. "Dad, will you give me another rub a bit later? I think a little bit of lotion will just settle it once and for all." "Aren't you seeing your friends today as usual? Normally we don't see you around until dinnertime. Your mom is heading off to see Gran, so I was planning to do some reading and maybe a little prep for tomorrow." "Nope," he said. "I didn't feel up to doing anything too active. I thought maybe you and I could hang out a bit today, and then you can see to my strain like you did yesterday?" Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. Innocence personified. My wife sat down on my left with her coffee and a bowl of cereal. "Yes, dear, it would be nice for the two of you to spend some quality time together, just the two of you. It's been a while, hasn't it Pierre?" He continued the innocent charade. "It has, Mom. Daddy is always busy with work and we haven't seen much of each other lately." His voice sounded a bit wounded and I pushed my foot forward and found his muscular calf. I traced the curve down from his knee and felt it tense under my touch. "Ok, my boy, I'll rub your injury a bit later and we can hang out if that's what you want. It will only be my pleasure." My voice was warm and casual, but I almost choked on my coffee when I felt his foot come to rest on my crotch. "That would be nice, Dad. You have a great touch." He worked his toes in under my balls and wiggled them gently, causing my cock to chub up distinctly. "Well, I'm done. Can the two of you please clean up the kitchen? I'm off and I'll see you later!" She leaned over my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek and then did the same to Pierre. "Let's get cracking tidying the kitchen," I instructed, and led the way by collecting Pierre's Mom's crockery and cutlery. I walked around the table to Pierre's side and stood next to him, about to collect his, to add to my haul before stacking the dishwasher. Pierre's face was more or less at the same height as my shorts. I had no underwear on, just having pulled on the pants to have breakfast, intending to have a shower later. Pierre looked up at me from his seated position. Slowly he looked down my body while I waited for him to hand me his plate-ware. His eyes lingered at my nipples, which poked through my T-shirt, titillated by his attention. My heart fluttered as he looked up at me again, a small smile on his lips. Once more he trailed his gaze down my body and this time he ended at my crotch, where my cock was beginning to lift the leg of my shorts ever so slightly. He leaned back so I could see his crotch as he sat. The same was happening to him. In fact, the satiny shorts he was wearing were sticking straight up and his cock tip was just peeking out the leg. "Daddy's making me excited," he whispered. He put his hand on my thigh on the side where my cock was manifesting and slid it up under my pants. His hand encountered my balls and he fondled them gently. "Daddy's balls are so heavy," he murmured. My dick was straining at the confines of my shorts by now. I thought I'd better deposit the plate-ware I carried on the table since my hands were beginning to shake. I had dreamed of this moment, the moment where my son plays with my dick, for such a long time and I wanted to savour it. But then I heard Pierre's mother come back in the front door. I swooped the tableware up and as quick as a flash I bent over the dishwasher to hide my erection. Pierre sat forward to hide the incriminating evidence of our illicit dalliances. "I forgot to take the muffins I made," my wife explained. There was a paper bag on the counter and she picked it up, kissed Pierre on the cheek again and was gone as quickly as she appeared. My heart was thundering in my chest. I felt my breath stall in my throat and I struggled to get enough oxygen. Pierre stood up from the table with a scraping of the chair over the kitchen tiles. "Wow Daddy, that was a close call." I could feel his bulge up against my ass as I arranged the crockery in the racks. I was filled with doubt. This couldn't be right and I needed to stop it before it began. "Pierre, please stop. Last night was a mistake and it mustn't happen again." "But Daddy, I know you've always wanted this." "What do you mean, `I've always wanted this?'" I stood up and faced him. Pierre looked like a deer trapped in the headlights. His face froze and he swallowed audibly. Then it dawned on me. "You... you found my diary, didn't you? You read my diary!" "I'm sorry daddy. The first time was by accident. But when I saw that you wanted the same as me, I knew that I had to make it happen. For both of us." "Pierre, I wrote that diary... my private diary... to process my twisted feelings for you. Nobody was supposed to see them and even if you accidentally found it, you shouldn't have read it!" Horror clouded my thoughts and my voice rose. What if my wife had found that document, the evidence of my perverted feelings for my son? Pierre's face dropped. It looked like I had slapped him. Tears formed in his beautiful green eyes. "I'm sorry Daddy," he said and turned to leave the room. "Wait, my boy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you!" I put my hand on his shoulder and turned him around, into my waiting arms. He melted into me and our bodies exchanged warmth as I wrapped my beautiful boy in my embrace. My face was in his neck and I smelled his hair. My hand went down his back, feeling the curve of it as it dipped into the valley before the mounds of his ass. I remembered the feelings I had yesterday when I had massaged his beautiful glutes and then his ass and later his hole. He lifted his head off my shoulder and looked into my eyes with his beautiful emerald gaze. "Daddy, I love you, I'm sorry I read your diary. I know it was wrong but I couldn't help it..." I shushed him with my mouth on his. He let out a little groan and melted into my arms even further. I put my one hand behind his head, and we opened our mouths for each other. His ass under my other hand flexed as he drove his hips into mine and we ground our now throbbing cocks together. I slid my hand inside the elastic waistband of his shorts and found the incredible peach of his bum under my palm. As we continued to kiss passionately, I kneaded the globes of his beautiful boy-ass and I couldn't resist as my questing fingers remembered the pliable pucker they had tasted the day before and searched out the sanctum of his most secret treasure. Pierre slid his hand into the front of my shorts and grasped my aching cock in his hand and he thrust his hips back, directing his hungry asshole towards my probing finger. "Daddy, I want you to fuck me," Pierre whined, as my finger penetrated the ring of his anus and tested the steamy depth within. He slid down my body and I bent over, not being keen to lose the connection with his asshole around my digit. I straightened up as he was at last on his knees before me, and he slid the leg of my shorts up to take my raging dad-boner in his eager mouth. He looked up at me with his gorgeous face radiant in submission and my uncut cock, tumescent in its anticipation, a pearly globule of precum oozing out onto the pink velvet spoon of his tongue. He lifted his chin and stroked the underside of my cock head with the smooth-roughness causing me to gasp at the electric jolts of pleasure radiating from my frenulum. I gasped again as the warmth of his mouth enveloped my sensitive member and I involuntarily put my hand on his head and thrust my hips forward, forcing my rock hard cock into his throat. He valiantly tried to swallow it and I experienced the exultant triumph of impaling my son's throat on my dick. I pushed a little harder and felt the tip slide into his oesophagus. After about 4 seconds he frantically pulled his head back and gasped for air, throat-slime trailing an umbilical cord between dick and beautiful dick-smeared lips. Tears poured out of his eyes, yet there was an eager smile in his messy mouth but after catching his breath he dove in for more. I gave up trying to resist the urge to actively fuck his throat and relished the tortured choking sounds he made as he tried not to pull off. I bent over forward and reached for his ass sheathed in his satiny shorts. He had the presence of mind to wrestle them down to give me easier access. My position drove my dick deeper into his gullet and he took it for a moment before pulling back again, wheezing as he did so. My finger in his ass was exploring the opening to his inner sanctum, which, if he had anything to do with it, would be impregnated by his little brothers in not too much longer. The sense of exhilaration this violation of my boy's virginity produced in me was a testament to the incredible incestuous joy that our illicit union promised. He rooted backwards while licking my daddy-cock, striving to have me in the front and the back, a delectable spitroast on his father's finger and cock. I had to have his beautiful 19-year-old dick so I pulled him upright and sank to my knees in front of him. His ball-bag hung over the elastic of his shorts and his proud boner towered straight up. Pre-cum gushed out of the tip and I licked it up while fondling his tight, heavy ball-bag. His scrotum was a work of art. Round and full of promise, it hugged the precious eggs within a blushing basket of virtually hairless pink skin which was the foundation of the wonder of phallic perfection that towered above it. His cock. Oh, his cock. The urethra, prominent and shadowed on one side in the morning light like the graceful pillar of an architectural wonder, soared upwards, flanked on either side by the gracefully veined shaft of his prick. The combination, in turn, flanked by the almost-blonde pubic hair, beautifully sparse as befitted and only just post-pubescent male, led my eye upwards to culminate in the frenulum and piss slit, pouted in tumescence, ready to spurt his man-seed where he elected. The head was a work of symmetrical wonder, the spire of a holy basilisk, a menhir of maleness, an ode to the ascendency of Adam, from whence dripped the promise of prolific ejaculate to inseminate the fortunate. "Oh Daddy, oh, Daddy," he hummed as I guided the glistening tip of his cock into my mouth. I looked up and I was transfixed by the beauty of my masculine boy-man as he towered over me, feeding me his virile fuck-stick. He pushed his penis into his Dad's mouth and I rejoiced at how natural this perversion of nature felt. The sire was nursing on the reproductive organ of the sired. I attacked his phallus with intent, determined to get his ejaculate in my mouth. He obliged by putting his hand behind my head and thrusting his hips into my face. I had never sucked a cock before, not even as a teen, but I knew what to do. His forward thrusts embedded his prick in my throat and on the retreat I raked my lips and tongue against the sensitive shaft, emulating a pussy's suction. Pierre picked up speed, his face, as I gazed up into it, a mask of masculine determination to deposit the elixir of life, as virtually every man before him had done. I knew he was approaching climax because his face was a visage of boyish wonder and pleasure-pain. His voice keened in a wordless entreaty not to stop now, and then he mashed my head into his groin and I felt his cock spew his spooge into my throat. I forced my head back against his vice-like grip so that I could take the bulk of my son's sperm in my mouth. I was rewarded with squirt upon squirt of a sweet-tasting watery coagulate, the promise of grandchildren for the man who kneeled before him to receive his baby-makers. I sucked on him and dove in, closing my lips and pulling back, at the same time putting pressure on the root of his cock under the ball-sack, in an effort to extract every last precious drop of my son's cum from his glorious penis. He bent down and kissed his father's cum-smeared lips. "I love you, Daddy. Now I want you to fuck your son." I was still on my knees as he turned and walked to the kitchen table. When he got there he slid his shorts down his lovely, lithe legs and stepped out of them, his beautiful feet hitting the floor one by one. His ass, which was facing me for the most part, and his thighs and calves clenched and unclenched to take the redistribution of weight as he completed the manoeuvre. Then he leaned onto the kitchen table and lifted his right knee onto the surface, splitting his beautiful buns and exposing his dusky pucker to his dad. For good measure, he put his hand on his right cheek and pulled it aside, and the distended folds of his asshole exposed the pink inner folds of his sphincter. I got from my knees, hypnotized by the sight I beheld before me. My boy's face looked at me around his distended boy-hole. The globes of his ass that segued into the gorgeous curves of his hamstrings and down into the bunched knot of his calf, was pure poetry to me. I walked up to him and put my left hand on his bum and fondled the smooth muscle of his glute. With my right hand, I caressed the beautiful arched bow of his spine up from the hollow of his lower back. Then I did what I had been dreaming of for months. I bent over and put my nose to his anus and inhaled deeply. I pulled the inviting foods more open with my thumb and beheld the shiny inner ring that hesitantly winked at me in anticipation of my incestuous violation. The fragrance that hit my nose was delicate and earthy and I felt the few hairs around his hole tickle my nose. "Daddy... Do you want to lick my cunt? Do you want to eat my boy-pussy?" His voice was hoarse and the mixture of little boy and young man made my cock spew a squirt of pre-cum. In answer, I breathed deeply and dove in to feast on my son's asshole. At first I just allowed my tongue to tease the cheeks on either side, although I ached to plunge my tongue into his depths. Little sighs and moans escaped from him and deep chesty groans emanated from my chest as our voices blended in a symphony of lust and delight. I was ready for the main course. My tongue found his hole and wriggled into the star. The taste was celestial. Explosions of a pheromone-laden bouquet made my balls pull up in my scrotum and I knew I could cum just from this. I fought to control my groin while I rooted in my son Pierre's hole like a hog searching for truffles. Whereas the sudden intrusion made him momentarily tighten in response the pleasure radiating from his asshole triggered a relaxation and suddenly my questing tongue found the smooth inner folds of his asshole. ________________ Let me know if you enjoyed this on landingben@gmail.com Check out my other stories https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/a-fag-on-call https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/body-odour http://www.niftyarchive.info/nifty/gay/encounters/shop-assistance https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/hairy-back/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/arthur-and-merlin-series/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/my-brothers-keeper-series/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/an-unexpected-pleasure/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-friends/jamie-goes-greek-on-me/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/spare-parts/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/military/a-sheep-in-wolfs-clothing/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/rivers-of-living-waters