Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2023 20:24:28 +0000 From: M. B. Subject: My Young Son and Happy Ending "My Young Son and Happy Ending" ====== In my small beach house, I lay on my king-size bed, naked in the dark. The only sounds tonight were the ocean waves from a safe distance and the horny breaths that came from the both of us. I gasped as soon as his warm, little mouth tasted my leaking cock for the first time. The length was only average, but it was quite thick, and I'd worried it wouldn't fit. But it did. Oh, it did. Not the entre thing, of course, but a quarter of it. It felt amazing, nonetheless. We'd agreed not to see each other's faces to reduce the risk, hence the moonlit darkness in my room. But I had a feeling he was a real cutie if the picture of his skinny torso was anything to go by: smooth and perfectly suntanned, just like me. In fact, we had the exact skin tone and pinkish-brown nipples, except different sizes, obviously. "Yeah, that's it, boy," I cooed, not expecting him to respond. "Suck Daddy's cock real good." God, what a mouth on this twink, especially for being his first time. It didn't matter if he was slow at it and occasionally struggled. I could easily shoot inside his mouth because of this questionably taboo experience, along with the fact that he was still good enough for my satisfaction, but I didn't want to end the moment just yet. If only he could get naked right now, but he had chosen to keep his clothes on, claiming to be shy and insecure about his whole body. He'd struggled just to show me his chest online, which had taken a while of chat for that to happen. I caressed his finger-length hair that was much shorter on the sides and back. Then, I stroked his soft cheek gently with my knuckles before playing with his hair again. The size of his head was a bit smaller than I'd realized. Not quite child size, of course, but definitely not as big as most college twinks. In fact, it was smaller than the smallest twink I'd ever been with. It was too risky meeting him, even though the gay app required all members to be eighteen or older. I hadn't asked for his age, though. His "Sorry but I don't want to say" response was all I needed to fill in the blanks, adding to the seemingly illicit experience. He continued working his mouth, showing promise and giving me hope that he'd eventually become a pro at it. He probably would once he did it enough times. He smelled good, too, like pure boy and unscented soap with no hint of cologne. I didn't mind fragrances, but depending on the brand, the scent could be overpowering, ironically offending my senses more than pleasing them. Besides, I'd had enough of all that during my modeling days, what with being featured in major fragrance commercials and whatnot. Somehow, I liked that this kid didn't wear any, all natural besides the soap. "I love your mouth, boy." The soft and slow sucking sounds coming out of him drove me wild. The fact that he was a virgin made me feel so lucky to sexually christen his young existence. According to him, he had never been with anyone at all, not even a buddy or cousin. Zero experience in every aspect of sex and even romance. It made me proud to be his first. But would I be his last, too? Probably not, since this was an anonymous hook up. As a very sexual man at forty-six, I still wanted love in a gay beach city where most men mocked such a thing. I wanted the happily-ever-after kind of love with a happy ending. To be fair, college twinks were often too young to know what they wanted. Scratch that, they knew they wanted my "big daddy dick", since they always came to me like horny sluts, willing and ready for a doable daddy. Yep, downgraded to doable status. From a former professional swimmer and fashion model known for my ice-blue eyes and perfect suntan, to a has-been with an average build after filling out enough to have a dadbod. Hey, I liked to eat good food, and I ate more when I was depressed. But worst of all, my brown hair with a few gray hairs was already thinning enough for me to keep it buzzed every chance I got, because it otherwise made me look older. Okay, I wasn't exactly an old man, but I wasn't getting any younger the harder I looked in the mirror. I at least still had a handsome face, enough to be a big slut everywhere I went, and with a plump bubble butt to make many tops happy. I snapped out of my rambling thoughts that frequently wandered, even at the worst times, like getting laid. I focused back on the current boy. It wasn't that he didn't perform well, since his young mouth still felt amazing, but it was the same routine every time. I could only whore myself around for so long until I got bored and wanted something with more depth, to have someone special enough to give me purpose in life. More sucking sounds, making me horny again to finally push away the rest of my rambling thoughts. Virgin and never been kissed, huh? Yet here he was, servicing me as his chosen first, soft-slow suck after soft-slow suck. Why me, of all daddies? Not that I was complaining. I caressed his suspiciously smaller head again, wondering just how young he really was. If my suspicions were right, then it would be my first time hooking up with a boy, something I normally would never do for obvious reasons. Yet something about his sweet and kind words, blush emojis for the littlest things, and his hot chest picture had pulled me in like bait on a hook. He was the perfect boy to fuck and get fucked by. I decided to take the reins now, thrusting carefully into his mouth to avoid choking him. I gripped the back of his head lightly while resting my other hand, gyrating my hips at a slow pace. "You like this, boy? You like Daddy's big cock?" It really wasn't all that big, but it probably was for his little mouth. If anything, my hairy balls were big and meaty---and a bit too musky for me to make him sniff and lick them. No answer, but to be fair, the boy had a mouthful. He slobbered with loud and sloppy sounds, the soft and wet warmth continuing to drive me wild. "If this wasn't a hookup, your hot little mouth would be mine, boy. All mine." No answer, just slurps. "I don't like sharing my boys because Daddy gets very jealous." Louder and sloppier. "Make me shoot it for you, boy. Come on. Make Daddy come in that hot little mouth." Normally, I called twinks sluts because they loved that kind of talk. But somehow, I couldn't get myself to do it with this one. Was he a "tweenk" instead? Nah, he was probably in high school, not younger. Would I ever hook up with a tweenk, though? Hmm, very tempting, but I had to think about it since it was even riskier. More slurps. My eyes fluttered, my lips parted, and I continued enjoying this feeling that was more intense than I'd thought, as if touching his head and face enough times had confirmed something I wasn't sure I wanted to be confirmed. Ignorance was bliss at times. But something about this experience was different. I'd proudly taken plenty of virginities. However, this boy was different. I couldn't put my finger on it, but he was. I could sense it. He was quiet the entire time so far, just slobbery slurps as his first performance. "That's it, boy. Daddy's real close now." I thrust slowly into his little mouth for a bit longer, until finally, the flood came. "I'm coming! Take my seed, son..." Son? Why had I just called him that...ungh...fuck, so much cum shooting out of me. It was more than usual. I grunted and made fists while giving him his first taste of man milk---first taste of anything man. The intensely sweet ecstasy numbed my mind for a moment, making my body quiver. What a happy ending, even though the night wasn't quite over yet. The boy gagged and coughed, and I immediately knew he didn't swallow it all since a lot of thick cum trickled down my shaft and drenched my trimmed pubes. But it was his first time; I couldn't hold it against him. Balls drained, I blew a big breath and slipped out of his mouth, waiting for him to swallow whatever he had left, making the cutest sounds that left me smiling for no reason. Then, I pulled him into my arms for something I rarely did: a passionate kiss---his first kiss. The way his fully clothed but warm body relaxed while cradled in my arms told me I made him melt. But poor boy. He needed to learn how to kiss. His slow tongue was still trying to catch up with my faster one after a few minutes. Yet somehow, I was intrigued by him, even though I was sure I'd never see him again after tonight. From what I could feel on him in the moonlit darkness, he wore a cotton T-shirt and jersey shorts, and his not-so-little tent poked my leg. It was dry down there. Had he even come? It didn't seem like it. I lowered my hand behind him to grope his butt, which was small but round. I cupped much of it with my large hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, getting hard again and wishing I could claim his virgin butthole right now instead of just his mouth. Something was definitely off, though. I'd held many skinny twinks before, and especially groped their butts, but the kind of thinness on this one felt suspiciously different, like skinnier with a smaller ass, but not unnaturally so because of his possible age that I really didn't want to ponder. He started humping my leg, and I slid my hand inside the back of his shorts, inside his underwear that felt like boxer briefs. Baby-smooth skin, and his little butt probably looked hot, too. I reached his hairless crack and gently rubbed his uncharted pucker like a founder claiming his territory. "Come for Daddy, boy," I cooed, smiling even though he couldn't see my face in the dark. He humped faster, breathing harder. The more his boner rubbed against my leg, the more I realized he wasn't that little. Given his small frame, I hadn't expected a size like that. I continued rubbing his unsurprisingly tight anus, wishing it were all mine and no one else's. Who would be the first to claim it if not me? "Come on, boy. Give Daddy your hot load. Come on now. That's it." It wasn't a surprise that he didn't last much longer, and the tiniest little moan came out of him, along with a few tiny grunts, sounding both adorable and sexy. He wet my leg through his shorts, his body quivering. I let go of his butt and sniffed my finger. It was nice and clean with just a faint smell of ass that pleased me. I slid my hand inside the drenched front of his shorts, and my eyes widened in shock. Oh, shit. I wasn't even this big at his age. It wasn't exactly a monster, but it was pretty thick with a good few inches on him, and I knew it could be close to a monster once he got older. Yep, he deserved to top and not just bottom, and given my versatility, I'd be honored to take all of him and let his young cum flood my aged insides. I scooped up some of his offering and let go of his shorts to lick my fingers. Sweet and intoxicating in a way I couldn't explain, and it made me wish I had sucked him off and swallowed every drop of his boy honey. "Wanna fuck Daddy?" I could really test drive this impressive tool of his, since I did enjoy bottoming for younger guys. At the very least, if I couldn't be the one to claim his ass virginity, given how unlikely it seemed to be tonight, I'd be his first fuck to remember forever. "Yeah, okay," he said in a tone that sounded hotly boyish, like on the brink of puberty. Nevertheless, I was ready to take this kid's big cock, and phrasing it like that was definitely more accurate than referring that way to mine, which was only mildly humiliating. I turned around and grabbed some lube to prep up my loose hole, not that I probably needed to. I handed the bottle to him and lay flat on my belly, waiting for him to become a man by way of my many-times-used hole. As if eager, he climbed on top of me, and the feeling of him confirmed he still had his clothes on, except that his shorts were down to his knees. He struggled to position his cock for the right aim, so I assisted him until he glided all the way in with almost no effort---yep, that loose, and no apologies for it. He wasted no time fucking my ass, but his movements were stiff and fast like in the mating scenes from animal documentaries, in a way that even virgin college twinks didn't move like. His pace seemed so youthful and unlearned that I immediately sensed his age. But I just lay here and took it, not wanting to add rain to his thunder. It felt okay, if not a bit pokey with some mild discomfort, but he was learning, and I knew I had to be patient with him. Well, assuming I'd see him again. But why would I? He'd leave like all the others, even though I let them go every time. He must've been horny tonight, because it took only a little while longer for him to give me his second load, pumping every drop of his boy honey deep inside my aged man ass. His tiny grunts and moans were cute, and I'd hear them again if I could. There. He was partially a virgin instead of fully; his little butt was all that was left to christen (both rimming and fucking). He probably felt proud of himself to finally become a man at whatever age he really was. God, what if he really wasn't eighteen? Sixteen was the age of consent in most parts of the world, but he definitely seemed younger. He pulled out and got off the bed, then pulled his shorts back up and remained there. I turned back around and pulled his big cock back out, then lowered myself to get a taste of both that and my lubed ass mixed together. I wasn't sure why I felt compelled to do it, other than maybe finally wanting to take him in my mouth, but I knew better than to try to make him come a third time. I sucked him for a while, feeling the thick shaft twitch every so often. Then, I stopped and pulled him into my arms to hold him again. I found myself rubbing my face affectionately against his. What the fuck was going on with me? I was rarely like this during a hookup because it took only someone special enough for me to be this way. I sighed. "So, you're going to leave now, huh, boy? Gonna ghost me like a coward?" Silence. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked to you like that." Oddly enough, he didn't poof right away like all the others did, still relaxed in my arms. After another moment of silence, he finally said, "I don't want to go back home." He had a soft, sad tone that was still boyish and barely pubertal. Now that I heard his voice more, I knew he had to be no older than an eighth grader, if that. I prayed that no one would ever find out about this illicit hookup, or else I'd be in deep shit. "That's a bit concerning, boy. I'm sure your parents will be worried about you if you're out too long." "Parent, actually. Mom only. I don't have a dad." "I see. Well, that's too bad. Every boy should have a dad in his life, gay or not." After yet another moment of silence, he asked, "Will...will you be my dad?" Oh, shit. Things had gotten serious now, and I didn't know how to answer that. He sounded like a lost puppy, young and vulnerable in this brutally harsh world. Sadly, I just froze, not knowing what to say. This was unlike any experience I'd ever had. All the twinks I'd been with were in college; the situation just wasn't the same. I felt bad for this kid, but what could I say or do to make him feel better? "Sorry to bother you," he muttered in a tiny voice as if on the verge of crying. He pushed me away gently to break free from my arms, and just like all the others, he finally left my small beach house. I was surprised he was able to find his way out through the moonlit darkness. Now, I was alone again, the only sound left being the distant waves of the ocean that usually calmed me to sleep. A part of me was tempted to stop the boy, so that we could continue talking a bit more, so that he could have some company, maybe even find a way to resolve his living situation. But like the others, I had let him go forever. I would never see him again unless we somehow bumped into each other like fate, which was highly unlikely. He didn't get to have a happy ending, but neither did I. Well, not the heartfelt and meaningful kind. A phone buzzed right near me on the bed. Hmm, that was odd. I remembered putting mine on the nightstand. As the one near me kept buzzing, I rushed to turn on the lamp on my right side. Sure enough, my phone was on the nightstand where I'd left it. The boy must have left his phone here, which meant he could come back at some point, if he hadn't already realized it---teens were attached to their phones like limbs. I grabbed it while it still buzzed. The size was much bigger than mine, as if intended to play video games or watch movies on it, like a mini tablet. Suddenly, my heart stopped, my eyes quickly glued to the contact picture. Jennifer?! My ex-girlfriend! What the fuck! It wasn't some other blue-eyed brunette who coincidentally looked like her twin. No, it really was her! The toxic memories came gushing into my mind: gay me trying to be straight; psycho her using it against me. Having sex with her had been challenging, for obvious reasons, but her beauty, petite figure, and younger age had made it easier---she'd loved calling me Daddy, too. The boy's phone kept buzzing, Jennifer calling and calling, over and over. Finally, I decided to answer without saying a word. "Mikey, hello?!" she cried. Oh, shit, it was her frantic voice. "Are you there, sweetie?! Please talk to me!" Was the boy her son? And Mikey, huh? How odd because that was what my parents had called me during my childhood, given that my name was Michael. Was Jennifer crazy enough to name her own son that? No way was that a coincidence. She sighed. "Mikey, please come back home! Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth before. I wanted to tell you all these years, but I didn't know how to explain it to you. Your father didn't want to be a father at the time. I broke up with him and told him I got an abortion just to get back at him, since I knew it would hurt him." Oh, shit. My chest tightened, and my stomach turned. The memory I'd never thought I'd dig back up. "He never abandoned you like I told you he did! He doesn't even know about you. I lied this whole time because he hurt me by lying to me about his sexuality. I'm so, so sorry!" Breathing was a little harder now, but I tried my hardest to process all this. Mikey didn't know his own dad, pretty much like what he'd told me before taking off. And I had let him go, just like that. He wanted a father, and he'd had high hopes that I could fulfill that role. He had been willing to please me in hopes of having me in his life. What a fucking idiot I was! "Mikey, I just texted you a picture of him. Please look at it. Don't delete it, okay? From now on, I want to be as transparent as I can. And it's only fair you get to see your father's face for the first time." I knew it wasn't right to invade Mikey's privacy, but somehow, the curiosity burned inside my thoughts, and it wouldn't leave me alone until I peeked inside. As I opened the text and took a glimpse of the picture, I froze and started shaking. Oh, shit. That was me! Mikey was my son?! I was his father! I'd just committed incest with my own flesh and blood, born out of my seed. I was his first sexual experience and first kiss. My rejection had crushed him like a fragile little boy. All hope was officially lost for him because of me. Wait a minute... If I'd conceived Mikey at thirty-three, which had been when she'd gotten pregnant at nineteen, and I was now forty-six, that would make him even younger than I'd thought! He had to be in middle school, probably starting the eighth grade in the fall, since he was thirteen. Now, like never before in my life, I didn't want to abandon him like he'd thought I'd done. He needed a father, and I suddenly wanted to get to know him, every single part of him. Maybe he'd be back for his phone soon; it looked too expensive to leave behind. In the meantime, I ended the call and snooped through his phone, pictures first. My heart fluttered with ironic joy and then sank with an anchoring depression. It was like staring at myself, except younger. I'd looked just like him at his age, same ice-blue eyes, high cheekbones, straight nose, and full cherry lips with a natural pucker that he, like me, probably didn't realize he did until it was pointed out. Really, the only difference was that I'd had an athletic body back then from swimming most of my youth, and probably taller since I was over six feet, while he was just plain skinny, on the shorter side, and a bit underdeveloped. Honestly, he looked slightly younger, so I would've guessed he was about eleven if I hadn't known him. No wonder he'd felt different; he was literally smaller than the smallest twink I'd ever hooked up with. After swiping through tons of wholesome selfies that captured his innocence, some adorably goofy, I was fully hard again, but my heart also melted because of who he really was. Oh, Mikey, the young son I'd never met this whole time until now, my beautiful little boy. Would I ever see him again? He'd left his phone, so it was likely. I browsed through his internet history. Oh, shit. He read gay incest stories on Nifty. Judging by the darkened links that indicated he'd clicked on them, the latest ones he seemed to have read were titled "Dad Is My Happily Ever After" and "My Young Son and Happy Ending", written by the same author. After skimming through both titles, I learned they were the same story, about a fatherless boy looking for his dad. However, the former title was written in the son's point of view, and the latter in the dad's. The short author bio at the end of each page revealed a married duo who wrote a bunch of related stories: a college twink and a big daddy bear. I noticed a few other dad/son stories that Mikey seemed to have read, but I ignored them as soon as I learned that they were threesome ones with the grandpa involved, and yet another one with a great-grandpa. O-kay... I imagined he had his share of horny moments with a bit of kink. No judgment at all. There were also tons of G-rated pictures of fathers posing with their real sons, all with warm smiles. And finally, an internet search for "How to find someone's long-lost dad", making me choke up with emotions. "Aw, Mikey, you found him!" I said to myself, my voice cracking. "I'm right here! I'm...right...here..." In just seconds, I lost it and sobbed for the first time in a long time, harder than ever. "My little boy... I want to be your happily every after... I want to be your happy ending..." I sniffled and wiped my face. Abandoned him, huh? No, never! I might not have been ready to be a dad, but that didn't mean I would've wanted him wiped from the earth. I was occasionally a jerk with a bitter outlook, a dirty slut with a shameful track record, and had my own share of personal problems that required some therapy. But a bad father I'd never be. Where was Mikey now? He couldn't have been headed back to Jennifer, since he'd probably run away for a reason. Knowing her passive aggressive nature and toxic gaslighting after dating her for a year, she wasn't easy to deal with, assuming she hadn't changed all these years. But with all this dad/son activity on his phone, would Mikey just jump from older man to older man? The thought of someone else, especially a daddy, touching him in any way made me recoil on the inside, and my fists tightened as soon as my protective instincts intensified. Those men would never love him like he needed to be loved because they weren't me. He needed a father's genuine love. And while I'd never really experienced true love in my life, somehow, I believed in it, now that I had a son. I hung up the phone and put on a T-shirt and some gym shorts, then slipped his phone inside my pocket and grabbed mine. I was going to find Mikey, and when I did, I was never letting him go. He was mine now. All mine. *** The cool breeze at the beach relaxed me a bit, but Mikey wouldn't leave my mind. Walking along the sandy shore, both the moonlight and flashlight from my phone illuminated the path to wherever I was headed. Honestly, I wasn't sure myself, but I didn't want to give up. I couldn't! I might not have known what it was like to be a father, but I was ready to experience it for the first time. Mikey had given life new meaning, as if making my night more magical than I'd ever experienced. This new purpose in my life gave me a reason to look forward to the future. Father and son... Together forever... From a great distance, a little ball was curled up while facing the vast ocean, wearing a white T-shirt and red shorts. It was Mikey! It was my son! I rushed as fast as I could until I was out of breath the closer I reached him. There he was in fetal position while his eyes intensely gazed at the ocean. Huffing, I dropped to my knees and pulled him into my arms for the tightest, most-protective hug I'd ever given anyone. Both my cock and heart reacted in ways no one else had ever caused, at least not this powerfully. I sighed, and it took me a moment to collect my thoughts and find the right words to say. I gave him back his phone. "I know the truth, Mikey. You left your phone in my room, and your mother called. She told me everything when I answered, but she thought it was you since I was silent. I didn't say anything at all, just listened to everything she had to say." Mikey burst into soft sobs, clinging onto me as if his life depended on it. "Dad..." "Son..." "Please don't go, don't leave me. I need you, and I promise I'll do anything to be in your life..." Gently shushing him to ease his pain, I met his teary but beautiful face while still holding him tight. I placed my lips on his for an even deeper kiss than before, one with hunger and longing because I hadn't just found the young son I'd never met, but also the real love of my life. I ended the kiss with a rock-hard erection, but my heart melted just for him, too. "Daddy's here now, and I'll never leave your side again." Mikey sniffled. "Promise?" "Promise. Come on, let's go home. Let's live our lives together and be there for each other every step of the way." He beamed with hope, sniffling again. "Really?" "Really. After all, my home is now yours." He held me tighter than ever, as if expressing the same joy I felt, an elevated level of bliss that gave us both so much hope. He was still a little boy in need of his father, and Daddy would always keep him safe no matter what. I was even ready to see a new therapist, maybe with Mikey there by my side, and no more fucking around with other men. I'd be exclusive with my young son because he was all I needed. *** Back at my small beach house, I carried Mikey in my arms the way a groom would do to his bride, returning to my room. I put him down and turned on the nightstand lamp, then smiled warmly as I got naked. "Show me your body. There's no need to be ashamed. I'm your father, and I would never judge you unless it's to compliment you." Oddly enough, Mikey just nodded with a stronger smile, clearly trusting me with his heart compared to before. He got undressed and revealed his beautiful body that was still developing, a cross between a boy and a man, but a little closer to a boy. "See? Nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, I very much like what I see." I patted my belly and playfully squeezed my subtle man tits. "Better than my body." We laughed softly. "And from now on, no more clothes needed whenever we're home. Be naked all you want, because I know I will be, especially around you." Mikey blushed, showing more of the natural beauty that my cock had created, especially his ice-blue eyes. He melted my heart instantly, nothing shy of perfection. I lay on my bed---our bed now---and started stroking my fully hard cock that leaked so much precum. "Come to Daddy, son." Mikey did and climbed on top of me as if on the verge of riding a horse, resting his small, baby-smooth buns on my upper legs and shyly playing with his erect creator. I brushed my knuckles gently against his face while I let him stroke my cock. I was falling madly in love with him by the second; no other existence had managed this emotion record. It had to take my own flesh and blood to get me to truly fall in love like never before. "I want to make sweet love to you, baby boy. You think you can handle Daddy being inside you?" Mikey surprised me with a nod and a shy smile, because I'd never imagined he'd be so quick to agree, almost eager. "It's one of my biggest fantasies. I even learned about douching, which I made sure to do tonight, and I washed really well back there, too." That soft, boyish voice was so soothing to my ears. "Just know that it'll hurt." "I figured, but I don't care. There's never been anyone else I'd rather give myself to. You're not just my dad, but you're my everything, too." That warmed my heart like one couldn't believe, and the longer I was with Mikey, talking to him and bonding with him, the more impossible it was to let him go. That was because I wasn't going to let him go; he was all mine and would forever belong to me. I brushed his face with my knuckles once again. "Daddy gets very jealous and possessive, so can you promise me never to let anyone else, especially a man, touch you?" "Of course, Dad, I promise. I'd never want anyone but you to touch me." "Good. Because only Daddy can do that." Truthfully, I was leaking so much that I wasn't sure if I'd last long being inside my son's virgin hole. No one had ever touched him in any sexual or romantic way; I was his first everything, ready to make him less pure while remaining pure in my eyes---if that made sense. I grabbed the bottle of lube that was still on the bed from earlier tonight, and I lubed up my hard-on with a generous amount to ensure extra comfort. Before I was ready to do his butthole next, I grabbed him by the waist, so small and narrow for a teen, and encouraged him to turn around and scoot toward me. Now that he was mine and mine only, I didn't have to ask if I could rim him. It was Daddy's ass now. God, look at that hot, little butt. My large hand was able to completely cover one cheek and part of the other. His mounds of illicitly young flesh were round without being too bubbled. They were the perfect size and shape to satisfy a carnally hungry man like me. Maybe I really did like boys and just didn't want to admit it. Truthfully, I no longer cared and had no reason to lie to myself about it. Besides, it wasn't a coincidence that I'd dated only skinny twinks. This boy here, my own creation, was the top premium choice on the menu, and that would never change. I pulled Mikey toward me until his small boy butt met my face for the first time. I buried my face inside his hairless crack, getting both a taste and whiff of his uncharted, virgin butthole. I was the founder of his body, and I'd remain the sole explorer for as long as I lived. The exception to our exclusivity was if he wanted a son of his own one day, giving me a grandson for both of us to play with. That didn't mean I'd stop making love to Mikey, though. Despite my preference for younger, he would never expire in my mind when he got older because he held a special title that no other person could ever hold. He was my son, and he always would be. Unlike my military vet dad in his sixties who would constantly brag about his monster cock to justify cheating on my now-deceased mom with younger women. But that cocky, macho jerk who was still in top shape didn't deserve any valuable space in my head, wherever he was these days. It was bad enough we shared the same name. Whether I'd introduce him to his "new" grandkid, I had yet to figure out, let alone mention his existence to him. Hey, maybe that was where Mikey had gotten his big cock from, whereas his small frame had come from both my petite mom and Jennifer. Pushing the bitter thoughts aside, I licked Mikey's small anus with more hunger than ever before, wiggling my tongue and trying to penetrate his young opening with the tip as far deep as it could go. His tiny moans made my cock produce more precum. They were so taboo to hear from a boy his age, especially my own son. I sucked his anus hard, like giving him a hickey, until his hissing forced me to stop. "Sorry, baby boy. Daddy couldn't help himself." I stopped rimming and stared at his virgin pucker that winked back at me, a happy smile forming on my face. This super-tight hole here would soon stretch just enough to welcome Daddy's cock, my rightful territory. "It's okay, Dad. If you want to hurt me, I'll let you." What...really? I raised my eyebrows. "No, Mikey, never! I'd never, ever hurt you because I love you too much to do that." "Oh, Dad, I love you, too, but I didn't mean abuse. I just mean that if satisfying you hurts, then I want to prove I'm man enough to take it. I want to make you happy, since that makes me happy, too." I chuckled. "But you're not a man yet." God, what a beautiful soul this kid of mine really was, a rare result of my somewhat questionable sperm and his mother's highly toxic eggs. "But I will be after tonight. I want to become a man through you, Dad. Make me a man. Please?" What a big turn-on, but also a major melt in my heart that made me feel nothing but heavenly bliss, both sexually and romantically high. All of this was so surreal, and I still had stuff to process in my mind, but I wasn't going to ponder it for now. Instead, I was going to enjoy this hot and sexy boy that had come out of my cock thirteen years ago. Earlier tonight, he'd swallowed his tiny brothers and let them swim inside his small belly. Soon, he'd have them flood his deflowered-bound hole. "Anything for my baby boy." I pulled Mikey in for a passionate kiss, my tongue doing most of the work, because he still needed to learn how to make out. It didn't matter, though. I was patient enough to wait however long I needed to if it meant he'd return my kisses with natural hunger, the kind of hunger that usually a man knew through experience. I got Mikey to turn back around and face me, ready to claim his virginity. But first, I wanted to play with his ass and loosen him up with lube, even if just slightly. We continued making out with his little butt was up in the air, letting me finger him while he rested on me in enema position. His short and skinny legs were on either side of my dadbod. I started with one fingertip and gently massaged his tight anus, nice and lubed. I could feel the puckered ridges of his small anus, making me horny with anticipation. I made a smile, our faces so close in proximity and our eyes gazing into each other. "How's it feel, baby boy?" Mikey grinned shyly. "Kind of good." I gave him another smile, a bigger one, and I rubbed my nose against his while playing with his ass. "I don't have to know you to know how much I love you because you're my son. Love comes with the territory." "Aww, Dad..." "It's true. You already do stuff to my heart, not just to my cock." After a pause, Mikey released a little sigh that warmed my lips, looking cuter than ever in enema position. "Well, I want to take all of you because of what it means to me." "I'm going to breed your little butt. You want Daddy's seed, don't you?" "Yeah." Mikey even looked horny for me, ready for some hot dad/son action. "And have your tiny brothers inside you. You were one of those micro swimmers thirteen years ago, after all." I winked. He just chuckled but didn't say anything, his shy grin speaking for itself. What a cutie, so short and skinny. His cock that was bigger than mine at his age was able to produce lots of sperm. The more I thought about it, the more I prayed he'd want a son of his own, if just so that he could get to experience the joys of fatherhood while sharing his little one with Grandpa. My heart was big enough for the both of them, my dad not included. (Wow, he'd be a great-grandpa.) Mikey and I kissed some more while I worked my lubed finger enough to finally get it in. It was a very tight fit that felt more like a hard squeeze, and it worried me whether I'd be able to actually fuck him. "How's it feel now, baby boy?" "Still good." Mikey was brave and strong because there was no way that my large finger wouldn't at least make a young boy's ass uncomfortable. He had so much promise already. Granted, while still in enema position, he clung onto my shoulders as if bracing himself, but he managed like the champ he was. I wiggled my finger slowly inside him for a while, then tried a second one, but I gently burrowed the tip first before working my way in deeper. When I noticed a tight smile on his face, I guessed he was trying to take the discomfort. "Just tell me when you can't handle it anymore." Mikey just nodded, forming another tight smile. He wasn't giving up, which led me to try harder until I finally got two fingers inside. His hole was still so tight that it threatened to slip my fingers out. After doing this for a while, my cock leaking copiously with anticipation, I went for a third, starting slowly like with the others. I wanted this to be a memorable experience, and however long it took to prepare for it, it would have been worth it. "If I can handle your fingers," Mikey said, "then I can handle your dick." That made me more determined than ever, and I burrowed my third finger until it gradually went in, which took some minutes. With three fingers fucking him, he might as well have lost his virginity already. But I didn't want to count that; my cock needed to be the one that counted. That tight smile again. Mikey was proving to be tougher than I'd thought, or maybe he was just that desperate for his daddy to breed him. After a while of fingering him with three fingers, our gazes locking with one another, I was ready to replace my fingers with my hard cock that wouldn't stop leaking. I repositioned him so that he would ride me like a cowboy, face to face. When he spread his cheeks for me without having to be told, his small pucker rubbed against the head of my cock. As I started to push in, there was that tight smile again. Pushing further made him look more pained. "You okay there?" Mikey gave me a quick nod but looked determined to take his daddy's cock inside his questionably virgin hole. Well, his hole that had never been fucked with a cock. I continued pushing hard but slowly. He hissed. "I can take it, I can take it," he said to himself. "You got this. Daddy's here with you." "I know, and I'm going to take it no matter what." I pushed harder, ignoring his hissing and body wincing in what was probably a sharper pain hitting him. The head was now in. "I got this..." Mikey whimpered. It was almost to the point of getting me to stop, but I wanted to believe in him, to believe that he could take it and eventually enjoy it. "Yeah, you got this, baby boy," I cooed while stroking his cheek, pushing in farther and father until I felt the shaft gliding in, albeit tightly. After moments of trying, combined with my young son's impressive determination, I was all the way in. Never had I felt a hole so tight, tighter than the tightest virgin twink I'd fucked. To be fair, there was a drastic age difference between them, which obviously affected the sizes of their bodies. "I'm all the way in." I gave Mikey a warm smile, stroking his cheek again. He whimpered with quivering lips and watery eyes. "It hurts, Dad..." That quickly filled me with concern; his needs mattered, too. "Do you want me to pull out?" He shook his head as if stubborn. "No, I need this." "Why do you need this? Not that I'm complaining because I desperately want to make love to you like this, but I'm curious." "Because." Mikey sighed, his ice-blue eyes melting into mine. "You made me, Dad. You gave me life. I'm all yours, and I consider it official once you do this to me. I know you're already in, but you also have to finish inside me for it to really count in my mind. Like marking your territory, giving me your symbol of love like no one else ever could." "Oh, Mikey," I said with an emotional breath, smiling harder than ever. What an articulate and well-spoken kid, which was one of the few things Jennifer had done right, given her artistic and intelligent nature. "I'm going to begin, and even though it'll hurt, I know you can do this. You've gotten this far already, and I'm so proud of you." That tight smile again, and despite a tear rolling down his cheek, I knew he'd be okay from this moment on. He was a champ. I began thrusting slowly into him, never keeping my eyes off his handsome face. Given how surreal it was that I was actually fucking my thirteen-year-old son, along with how beautiful and kind and loving he was, I could easily shoot right now if I let myself. But I wanted to savor this moment and make it more special. Mikey still looked pained, but something told me he started to feel a little bit good, too, because his big cock finally started getting hard again. I didn't want to distract him by mentioning any more of it, so I let him take it at his own pace while I continued plunging my cock slowly into him. I couldn't believe it. I was fucking my little kid, perverting the innocence out of him, and I loved every moment of it. His just-deflowered hole was so tight that it felt amazing, but it also made it a challenge not to slip, hence the reason I kept most of the shaft inside him. Wow, look at that; Mikey was leaking, and his erection was stiffer. His facial expression changed to one that hinted at pure pleasure. He actually enjoyed it. "Dad?" "Yeah, son?" "It's starting to feel really good, but I can't explain why. I just know you started hitting a spot that caused it." I gave him a proud, fatherly smile. "Looks like my cock found your prostate. That should make the rest of this ride smooth and enjoyable." I rubbed his small nipples with my large thumbs while my eyes burned into his. "Ngh..." "Yeah, son, you go ahead and enjoy Daddy. Take my cock and jerk it with your tight butthole." "Does it feel good to you, too?" "Oh, Mikey, like you don't believe. Well, you fucked me earlier, remember?" "Yeah..." He seemed out of it, what with being filled with a new kind of pleasure he'd never experienced before. He'd gotten his dream come true tonight, and it would last a lifetime, because I wasn't going anywhere. I felt a little more confident to speed up the pace, but not by much. I still had to move carefully to avoid slipping out of his tight hole. The feeling was so amazing that I wasn't far from breeding my young son. Mikey finally started jerking his big cock, still leaving me wondering if it would grow even bigger as an adult, given my dad's monster size. It was unreal on him because of his small frame, but it also looked hot. His sticky precum dripped on me, and I scooped it up with my fingertip and tasted him, both salty and intoxicating. "Fuck me, Dad," he said in a low tone, surprising me with how hotly vulgar he could be. He really, really wanted Daddy's cock to breed him good. "I'm fucking you, baby boy." I gripped Mikey's narrow waist and quickened the pace of my movements, plunging so deeply into him that he could probably shoot hands-free with how much I made him drip. "Dad, I'm close." "Yeah, shoot it all over me. Give Daddy all your sweet boy honey." Mikey started breathing harder as if warning me. "Yeah, that's it, baby boy, come on." "Ngh... Dad, I'm c..." But he couldn't finish the rest of his words. Moaning softly, he unloaded so many watery squirts all over my chest and belly, one hitting my chin and another hitting my throat. One nearly hit my eye, but I turned my head just in time. I left one hand on his waist and used to other to scoop up a lot of his cum for a full taste. Still somewhat sweet, not quite so as earlier, but it was probably because it wasn't the first load. I knew I couldn't hold it in anymore the longer his butthole squeezed my cock like a glove. "Daddy's gonna breed you, son. Here it comes..." I breathed hard, and my body started shaking, his tiny brothers gushing out of their creator. My seed flooded his insides and drained my big balls, officially marking him as mine and mine only, and his deflowered hole officially bred and marked by Daddy like a symbolic tattoo. As if deflated, my softening cock quickly slipped out of Mikey's ass with a low pop sound, and I pulled him in for a warm embrace, holding him in my arms like an aged father did to his young son. I gave him a little kiss on the lips, while I could feel some of my cum dripping out of his small hole, then an affectionate peck on his forehead. "How was it, baby boy?" "It hurt so much at first, but then you hit a spot or something, and it quickly started feeling really good." "I'm so glad to hear that because I plan on fucking you quite often. But you can fuck my big and old ass, too." I winked. "It did feel good to do that to you." "I'm sure it did." After a pause, just staring into Mikey's eyes, my heart dove into an ocean of emotions, mostly good ones. I still had so much to process, but there were no regrets on my end. If anything, he'd gotten the happy ending he'd dreamed of, which made me just as happy. "I love you, baby boy." "I love you, too, Dad. Forever, right?" "Of course. Always and forever. No one will ever come between us. No one." I finally began to learn what it was like to love and be loved, quicker than I'd ever imagined it to be. 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