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This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.
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“What's wrong, Jamie?” I groaned, glancing over at my alarm clock and letting loose with a frustrated sigh when I saw that it was 2:30 in the morning.
“I can't sleep, dad,” my son whined, so I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
“Come sit by me, buddy,” I said in a groggy voice, trying to whisper so my wife's sleep wouldn't be disturbed. Taking a seat beside me on the bed, my 13 year old son leaned into my side and nuzzled his head into my chest.
“Did you have a bad dream?” I asked, and he shook his head no. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?”
“Yeah,” he said quietly, so I planted a kiss on top of his head and scooted him off of the bed. Standing up behind him, I put my hands on his shoulders and led him out to the hallway. When we got to the bathroom that the kids all share, I turned the light on and waited by the door while he stepped up to the toilet and peed. His stringy blonde mop was pressed into the right side of his head and there was a red imprint from his pillow on his otherwise unblemished cheek. He was squinting to give his eyes a moment to adjust to the light as he held onto his boy cock and aimed it into the bowl, then his stream started.
While my oldest was draining his bladder I popped my head in the door of the two youngest boys, noting that they were both sound asleep. My nine year old was completely turned around in his bed, with his feet facing the headboard and resting on his pillow. The top half of his body was practically hanging off of the bed and his left hand was almost touching the floor. With an amused smile, I picked him up and laid him back down so that his head was resting on his pillow, then I pulled his covers back over him and planted a kiss on his nose.
On the other side of the room, my 10 year old was fast asleep with his covers kicked all the way to the foot of his bed. He gets hot when he sleeps, just like his old man, and it was no surprise to see that he'd kicked his covers off. Still, I dutifully pulled his sheet back up to his chest and kissed my little man on the forehead just in time to hear the toilet flushing.
“Are you all set, champ?” I asked when Jamie staggered out of the john, scratching his messy hair and yawning through a pout. Taking a deep breath, he leaned into my stomach and wrapped his skinny arms around it.
“How about if I lay down with you until you fall asleep?” I suggested, combing his messy hair with my fingers. He nodded his answer without pulling his face out of my shirt, so I took the initiative and wrapped an arm around his shoulder while we walked down the hallway to his room.
I pulled the covers back and waited for him to get into his bed, then I sat on the side of his mattress while he moved over to make room for me. He sat up and rubbed his eyes while I laid down, then he snuggled up to my side and laid his sleepy head on my chest.
“I love you, buddy,” I said quietly, wrapping my arm around his skinny shoulders and rubbing his soft skin.
“I love you too, dad,” he sighed, using his forefinger to twirl through my chest hair.
“What's it going to take to get you to go to sleep tonight?” I asked, moving my hand up so that I could tousle his blonde strands.
“Tell me a story,” he answered, lifting his head and smiling up at me.
“What kind of story, buddy?” I asked, craning my neck so I could kiss him on top of the head.
“Tell me about the King and the Prince,” he said listlessly as I let my palm run down to the small of his back, where I gently massaged his bumpy vertebrae.
“Okay kiddo,” I said, watching as he curled his legs so that his knees were almost touching his chest, then he turned his head so that he was looking toward the foot of the bed.
“Is it okay if I take it out while you tell the story?” he asked softly.
“Sure thing, pal,” I assured him, then I felt his right hand slide down into the waistband of my boxers and his fingertips took a delicate hold of my fatherhood. I couldn't see his face but I knew well that he was smiling to himself as he freed my stiffening cock from its cotton confines. Knowing what he was about to do next, I rubbed his warm back and started the story.
“Once upon a time there was a king,” I said in a gentle voice just as his warm mouth engulfed the head of my pole. “The king lived in the castle with his queen and three little princes. The king loved all of the princes, but there was one little prince that was really special to the king.”
With a slurp, Jamie pulled off of my cock and planted a few passionate kisses along its length, then he asked, “Why was he special, dad?”
With that, his mouth engulfed my glans and he moaned softly while I continued.
“Well, kiddo, the prince was very special because he was different, and the king knew this,” I said, running my palm across Jamie's plump boy butt. “The prince had a secret that not a lot of people knew about, but the king always knew his secret. The prince was afraid to tell people his secret because he thought they would treat him badly. But guess what?”
Once again, my son pulled off of my rod with a slurp and turned his head to ask, “What, dad?”
“The secret that the prince was keeping made his daddy proud,” I said, earning me a beaming smile from my son that gave me the urge to reach out and caress his smiling face. “I love you, little prince.”
“I love you too, dad,” he said in a soft, boyish tone that melted my heart, then he leaned in and we shared a deep, tongue filled kiss while I slid my hand down into the seat of his pajamas. When we broke our kiss, he blushed shyly, then he turned his attention back to my manhood while I continued the tale.
When I felt his warm mouth envelop my crown, I slid my finger into his deep crevice and rubbed his hot, tight sphincter with its tip.
“Sometimes when the prince has a lot on his mind and can't go to sleep, he wakes the king up,” I said, then I felt Jamie rub the inside of my thigh with his right hand. “The king always knows just what to do to get his little prince to fall asleep, though. You see, the king has a very special scepter that puts the little prince right to sleep when he uses it right.”
“Mhmm,” Jamie moaned softly, nodding his head in agreement as the story commenced.
“No matter what's bothering the prince, no matter what he has on his mind, the scepter always seems to make it fade away,” I said. “And the king knew just how to use the scepter to make his little prince have sweet dreams.”
With that, I slipped my middle finger into Jamie's tight, hot rectum and he moaned quietly but with passion. Knowing that my boy was in seventh heaven, I settled into a slow finger fucking while I went on.
“You see, the king knew about a special place inside of the little prince that nobody else knew about,” I explained, placing the flat of my digit against his prostate and giving it a careful but firm set of strokes. “When the king paid careful attention to that special spot, the little prince would fall under a magical spell and all of his worries would wash away. It made the king so happy that he could put his special little prince under such a magical spell and make him have so many sweet dreams.”
With that, Jamie swallowed my fatherhood and used the muscles in his throat to massage its length while I continued to tend to his sweet spot. I could feel his boy hole moistening while I fingered it, telling me that he was ready for me to finish the story.
“Even more special for the prince was when the king used the scepter to tend to his special spot,” I said, increasing the pressure of my finger fucking. “The little prince would always go to sleep and have the sweetest dreams after his daddy gave him the scepter.”
Jamie pulled off of my pole with one final slurp and planted a sweet kiss on the piss slit, then he brought his head up so that he was resting in the crook of my arm, smiling at me with stars in his eyes.
“How good did the scepter feel when the king used it on his prince?” he asked with a tone of childlike wonder, prompting me to lean down and hold his chin with my free hand while I planted another deep kiss on his mouth.
When we came up for air, I told him, “It was a magical feeling for the prince and for the king, buddy.”
“I have a special spot, too,” he reminded me, still grinning from ear to ear while I strummed his prostate.
“Would you like for daddy to give you sweet dreams, Jamie?” I asked, and he nodded again.
“Yes, please,” he sighed with the smile and voice of an angel, and I immediately melted like butter.
“Anything for my little prince,” I whispered, then I slid my tongue back into his mouth while I pulled my finger out of his bottom.
With both hands now free, I slipped his pajama bottoms and his undies off his rump, leaving his boyhood concealed. With his bottom now bare, I rolled over on top of him and he lifted both legs into the air so that they were sticking straight up. With his new position, I slid his jammies and his underwear all the way up to his knees. When his boyhood came into view, I saw that it was rock hard, all four inches sticking straight out from the ring of pubic hair that was growing at its base. The head was slimy with precum and his still developing nut sack was pulled tight to his young body.
With his pajamas and underwear now bunched around his knees, Jamie pulled them to his chest and peered over their horizon while I used my thumbs to part his crevice. When his bright red pucker came into view, his pheromones swirled into my nose and I drew in a deep whiff that took my breath away. Leaning in far enough to plant my nose right up to it, I inhaled once more, then I used my tongue to eat it deeply.
“It feels good,” he whimpered, then his buns parted on their own and I realized that he was pulling his legs back even further. This only encouraged me to eat his hole even deeper, letting my tongue linger between the bright red folds of my son' sacred treasure while he moaned with need. Knowing that it was getting late, I finally ended my luscious feast and lined my scepter up to his love while he smiled up at me.
“When the little prince was ready for the scepter to touch his secret place, the king knew it,” I told him softly, reaching down to caress his smiling face while I pushed in with a gentle thrust. When my glans slid through his anal ring, they were swallowed by the hot tissue that lined his anus while I told him, “Very slowly, the king would slide the scepter into the tunnel that led him to the prince's special place. The king could feel his little prince falling under the magical spell, and he could see it on his face.”
“How did the king know that the prince was falling under his spell, dad?” my son asked, his grin now permanent as my sword slid all the way into his hot sheath.
I leaned down and planted a sweet kiss on my boy's lips, then I told him, “Because the king knew that when his little prince was under the spell, his tunnel would start to give the scepter tight hugs.”
“Is my tunnel giving your scepter tight hugs?” Jamie asked with a hopeful inflection, so I nodded down at him.
“Your tunnel is giving daddy's scepter extra tight hugs, son,” I said gently, then I began to thrust slowly. “Is daddy touching your special place?”
“Yeah,” he practically sang, still grinning up at me while his young eyes sparkled.
“When the king knew that his little prince was falling under the magical spell, he would start to rub his scepter into the special spot,” I explained while my son sighed blissfully, his anus contracting in a continuous fashion while I fed him deep thrusts. “It was the king's way of letting his little prince know how much he loved him. And he knew that his little prince loved him too, because his tunnel would hug the scepter over and over again.”
“Is my tunnel hugging your scepter over and over?” he asked in a husky but still sweet tone, and I reached down with my left hand to touch the end of his button nose.
“It sure is, buddy,” I assured him. “Daddy loves you, Jamie.”
“I love you too,” he moaned softly with a look of sheer devotion in his green eyes, his chest heaving up and down while his feet came to rest against my chest.
“Is my little prince falling into his spell?” I asked him, and he nodded up at me, still grinning while he looked deep into my eyes and waited for me to continue the tale. “When the prince was almost ready to start dreaming, the king would administer a very special potion that the boy could keep with him all night. It was a warm, precious gift from the king to the prince that was made out of love.”
“Did the king leave it in the prince's secret place?” Jamie asked hopefully, watching with a dreamy smile as I nodded my answer. “The king really did love the prince, didn't he dad?”
“He loved the prince more than he could ever say, buddy,” I told him, then I leaned in and planted my lips to his. I felt my boy wrap his arms around my neck, then his tongue slipped into my mouth while I fed my boy the last ten thrusts that I had to give. I looked into his eyes, seeing the love that my little prince had for me and I felt my fatherhood recoil hard.
“I love you, son,” I whispered when we broke our kiss, then I sank my rod deep and planted my seed. As it shot out, I could see his expression melting into one of sheer bliss, then he puckered up and kissed me on the lips.
“I love you too, dad,” my boy sang softly into my ears while my seed coursed along the banks of his love tunnel. His smile was filled with magic and his gaze never diverted from my eyes, and I got lost in a sea of emotion while I rested inside of him. Finally, his eyes started to flutter and I knew that my work was done. I pulled out of him and collapsed by his side while he instantly snuggled up to me.
“Do you want to nurse a little longer, buddy?” I asked, watching him nod his answer as he rested his head on my abdomen and wrapped his warm lips back around the head of my fatherhood. While he was sucking blissfully, I could feel his tongue working to lap up every strand of my love potion that he could find. When I felt his tongue come to rest, he snuggled up tight to my body and suckled the end of my rod like it was a bottle while I tousled his blonde locks.
At some point, I realized that my little prince was sleeping soundly while he nursed on my scepter, so I gently pulled it from his mouth and sat up. Fluffing his pillow, I laid him flat so that he was comfortable, then I kissed him softly on the lips.
“Sweet dreams, little prince. Daddy loves you.”
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