Date: Tue, 22 Nov 2022 21:20:13 +0000 (UTC) From: "dadzdream@yahoo.com" Subject: Wishlist My Slutty Boy Ben (gay male incest) Wishlist: My Slutty Boy Ben By DadzDream I made this entire story up, duh. Seriously, fantasy is healthy and normal, but do not do this in real life. (Stay here, in fantasy land... cmon, stay with me now!) Must be 18+ to view. I try my best to keep the reading level moderately easy for faster reading, faster jerking! Contents contain things that make some people squeamish, like incest, butt fucking, father on boy sex, many other men on boy sex, lots of hot cum everywhere, and so on. You have been warned (or titillated...) Please contact me if you wish to post this anywhere, and give credit where it's due, please and thank you. On that note, huge thank you to the many authors whose stories here I've probably read and reread hundreds of times. My jizz is on your hands ;) *Note:* This story is written from the perspective of a father writing on an online forum dedicated to gay incest. Chapter 1: First Date Hey guys, thanks for reading my little tale (about my son's....little tail!!) My name is John, and I decided to post what happened with my son, Ben, a little while back because I, well, just needed to get it all off my chest. I heard about this web group of guys who like incest and all that, so I figured this would be a safe, encouraging place to share my story. Hope you guys find it as hot as I did! Would love to hear back, stuff like what you did etc. This is all about how I started having sex with my kid, my ten year old boy, Ben, and everything that followed. So enough stalling, here is the account I have dubbed, Wishlist: My Slutty Boy Ben. Enjoy! ... Several years back, I was living in a reasonably large house in your average suburban town. I worked a good job in the IT field for a corporation that you've likely heard of. Pay was decent, hours were flexible too, which was of equal importance to me and my ex-wife Gwen when she was pregnant with our first. Ben was a beautiful little guy, and grew up happy and healthy with my wife and I until she had an affair with an old ex-boyfriend and, to be honest guys, she really broke my heart terribly. We tried to reconcile, god knows we really did, but every time we were making love, my head would start filling with images of her with him, and I just couldn't stand it. (The funny thing about though; I actually loved the idea of watching her get fucked by other men, pounding her sweet cunt full of cum. I only hated the image of her and dickhead was because she lied to me, over and over and over again so, you know....ok, moving on!) Gwen had all of her connections back in her home town, many states over, and had to make the difficult decision to leave Ben with me so that she could earn a living wage and, I think, start over fresh, like nothing had ever happened and she wasn't a lying, cheating bitch... ugh...but I digress. Anyway, she left us when Ben was only 4, so he managed to adjust to life primarily with just us two guys. He did visit his mother on some holidays, with trips to Europe or warm sunny islands occasionally; I'll give her credit there. *** Everything really began one unassuming afternoon when I got home early from work, and Ben was still at school. He was now 10 years old. I dropped off my stuff in the hallway, and grabbed a beer from the fridge like I do on any other day. I was wondering what to do with the extra time home, and time alone to myself. I mean, don't get me wrong -I love the kid to death, he's wonderful - but every guy likes having some alone time, right? To air the balls a little bit, drink a few extra beers, listen to music dating back to your high school and college years? You know what I mean. Life as a single working parent SHOULD be like that, anyway. The more I thought about it though, I realized that Ben has been spending more and more time in his bedroom on the computer with the door closed. I should tell you a little more about my son first here, before I go on. What can I say about my sweet, sensitive boy? Well, he takes more after his mother than his old man. And I don't just mean physically - although he has this lean, toned body, his skin is just..amazingly supple, I kid you not! And lips...he has his mom's full, super kissable mouth that was always one of the most attractive things about my ex-wife. Oh, His hair, too! Growing up he often climbed onto the couch or into bed with me and cuddled up tight with his daddy. As he rested his head on my chest, I would stroke his smooth body gently, or run my hands through his hair, sometimes for hours on end. Chances were, he'd end up falling asleep on me, and since I didn't want to disturb him I usually just fell asleep right there with Ben in my arms, holding him tight, wrapping his little body with all of my love and wonder. I didn't think it was possible to love anything this damn much, but here was the most beautifully special little boy in the world to me. I pretty much knew a long, long time ago that Ben was going to be gay as he grew up. He was...just a little different. The way he talked, softly and almost delicately at times. The way he walked, with extra movement in the hips accentuated extraordinary butt all the time, drawing eyes constantly (and sometimes, from unexpected sources! I loved seeing `straight' or/ married guys get a sudden thump in their groins when they see that hot ass - and a nitrous blush to the face when they realize it belonged to a goofy ten year old boy!) I'm not joking guys, either! Can I just talk about my son's beautiful, ample bubble butt for a minute here? Or dedicate a whole post to it? Seriously, his rear end is a thing of beauty and yet another attribute from his mother. They both have that curvy, full, solid but jiggly (Ben's cute butt was extra jiggly - something I never fail to enjoy, from the way it moves after a long session of me pounding his boy butt, to the way it would vibrate when I dove my tongue into his tight little fuck hole to eat his ass until I ran out of oxygen!) Yeah, so when you take all of that and combine it with his mannerisms, it was pretty clear to his mom and I that he was gay, something neither of us had a problem with whatsoever, fortunately. Of course we agreed that his own acknowledgment and desire to share that information was his alone; he would be loved forever regardless. Maybe, fellas (you guys are still listening, eh?), I should mention at this point that although I enjoy fucking women quite a bit, I've had a number of hot man-on-man (or should that be man-in-man?) encounters. Most of my past action consisted of the quick, anonymous type; meeting up in an adult bookstore or homemade glory hole to feed some dedicated cock slurper a healthy, copious amount of jizz, or breeding some twink bottom in a bathhouse or college dorm. Now, I'm not sure I ever really thought of myself as bisexual, mainly because I had always dated women, but I've never turned down a hot fuck hole when one presented itself to me. And plenty have. See, this is the point where I'm going to describe myself physically because, well, I'm guessing that you're guessing what kind of equipment the this dad's got packing. That's part of the whole story arc usually yeah, the part you sort of skim through while your cock whines to you `are we there yet, are we there yet?' in a voice only you can hear (or we all hope, anyway) Well, at the time of the story, I was in my mid-30's and fairly fit - frankly not at all the kind of IT guy most people ever expect when I show up somewhere. I grew up on a farm and spent so much of my time working outdoors that my body just went with the program. I played varsity football and was recruited to some minor college teams, but I wasn't too interested. (Actually, that's how I got into computers in the first place; in many, many desperate bids to avoid free, exploitive, and unending farm labor at the behest of my folks, I sought out any sport, club, extracurricular I could latch onto. My parents naturally supported things like football and such, but nixed all but one club - A.V., to my surprise. Turns out they both thought that `those friggin' computers' were going to be important someday, and so I was allowed to occasionally shirk off and toy around in a cool cellar with a glass of iced tea and a pile of electronics.) Annywho... onto my physical description. Or uh, `stats' they seem to say nowadays. Well, first off, I'm a big guy, I guess. No, not fat, I mean that I'm 6'5 tall. Yeah, `it's the internet', you're thinking, where every guy is 6'5 tall. Well, if you guys read this and decide to let me and my eager, almost 10 year old cock-slut son into your group, I'll prove it. Of course I have pictures of myself, and of Ben; anymore than that and uh.. never mind. I'm naturally a bit hairy, with a wide chest and thick strong legs - hey, I told you guys I was a farm boy/football player! As for this dad's cock, well, the good lord gave me a little extra there too. I'm a little shy of 9 inches and girthy, so much girth that most girls (and some duded) have to ask me to wait for a bit, let my thickness rest there in their hole for a bit before I can do some dirty work. It's big enough, too, that every damn day that I drive my hard cock into Ben's boy hole it seems like an impossible dream realized. Livin' the dream, fellas, living' the dream. *** Back to that day... I decided `fuck it', I'm going naked. I stripped out of my work clothes and underwear, and sat on the downstairs living room couch and started nursing a beer with one hand while idly browsing on my phone with the other. `Ah, feels good to home alone' I thought, glancing down at my dangling cock and balls. And just like that, I started feeling horny. My cock started to inflate just at the mere consideration of a little attention, and where he goes, I go. I grabbed a new beer from the fridge and headed upstairs to hit the office, maybe browse some porn or check my messages on the dating sites (and ok, a few classifieds for more...low-key fun) and see where things lead. Something hit me on the way there, though, like intuition maybe. A hunch maybe? Who knows. I decided to enter my son's bedroom instead first. The thing that got me thinking was all the time he was in there, with the door closed... and I mean, he wasn't ever the antisocial type - pretty much dead on opposite, in fact. As a happy, buoyant, and confident 10 year old, he was constantly starting up conversations with adults, strangers he didn't know. The adult strangers he went up to oh so often were... well, almost always men. I hadn't really thought of that until I was standing there, naked, gulping my 2nd beer (or 3rd..) He was especially eager to meet men in uniforms, pretty much any uniform. Cops, construction workers, business types, you name it. And the thing about my boy that always amazes me is his both pleasant and effervescent; he could make them laugh, or talk about anything. He was a charmer, I gotta admit it! So I think I was wondering if he'd been maybe talking to any adult men on the internet. I mean, you hear about it happening. I figured I ought to check it out, and, since I can tell you guys it all, the possibility did not scare me as it should have; my erection was as full as it had been since it got hard downstairs. ********************************************************* So anyway, guys, that's what led me to walk into my 10 year old son Ben's bedroom that day, to make the startling discovery that would lead to me flooding his sucking mouth with my hot cum, and fucking and breeding my boy's tight hole... and so, so much more. I looked around his room only briefly; a cursory scan showed pretty much what anyone would expect of a happy kid's bedroom: toys, video games and a tv, and of course, a bed (duh!, and also, for those of you thinking, yes you will be hearing about me and other men pounding my little boy's slutty ass in that same twin bed later..) Ben also has a desk for school with a full computer. As a techie Dad, I made sure he had a kickass rig, suitable for school projects and also games and anything else he might get into. Did I think he might be watching porn? Of course I did. Look, I'm a realist, and kids (or boys, anyway) will always find a way. In my day, it was magazines and vhs tapes we stole from our cousins, our parents. I figured it was just his generation's luxury. I trusted him to be responsible enough, and didn't give it much more thought. He was young, but curious like his dad and they say kids are advancing faster and faster these days. So, standing there that fateful day, my curiosity hit me with along with a second wave of horniness, `Wonder what my kind of porn Ben might have looked at? Is that what's keeping him locked away in his room lately?' I popped myself into Ben's swivel chair and moved the mouse back and forth a few times to wake up the computer. I made sure when I set it up to create a master admin account with all privileges - I figured it might be important some day to be able to see everything my son did on his computer. This included an automatic log of every website visited, a key logger that recorded everything he ever typed, and a download of every web cam video he ever took. Now, despite all of that groundwork I laid, honestly I never really felt the need to check any of that. I think it was mostly a distant precaution I took not really believing it would be necessary. Like I said, I already figured he'd probably look at some porn at some point, and hey, he's a kid - I'm sure he googled all kinds of random things and questions he's had pop up over time that might be a little embarrassing. (Hell, haven't we all?) But anyway, I decided to take a look. Blame it on curiosity, blame it on boredom, blame it on the hard cock that was probably leading the way that day. In the end, it doesn't really matter. I started deep diving into my 10 year old son's computer like an archaeologist. Or a treasure hunter.... `Let's see here...' I muttered to myself as I first brought up most frequently and most recently used programs. The usual suspect populated the list: web browser, word documents, games, mostly everything I had expected. One app I didn't know was listed near the top though, called SecureChat. Hmmmm... I might look into that. First, though, I started to look through Ben's browsing history. Now, as I've said before, I'm tech savvy. So when a very quick scroll through his history was perfectly normal, I wasn't satisfied. Of course he would try and delete anything he didn't want me knowing about. With only a couple of tweaks, I had a new history in front of me, with time stamps, and guys.... was I blown away! I couldn't help it; as I started to look, I began stroking my dick, feeling surprisingly charged up and horny as fuck going through all of this. Thinking that this kid of mine, my little Ben, with his tight body, soft lips and beautiful, shapely butt...-ahem...anyway, as I was saying... Ok so things I learned right away: one, Ben definitely DID like porn... a lot. He watched lots of gay videos on those free, ubiquitous tube sites we all know and love. No surprise there. As I looked through the videos, his preferences started to become very clear. He was definitely into older guys. Masculine, hairy, older men. Some built, some stocky, plenty were just pretty average, some, even, well, I guess he wasn't picky. Married men fucking blindfolded bubble butts, older daddies gangbanging smooth twinks, lots and lots of guys jerking off and shooting thick, powerful cumshots right close to the camera. Cum. My son loved it. My little kid!! Lots and lots of cum. `Holy shit!' I thought to myself, stroking furiously, `my kid is a cum slut!', and then `would he want to eat my cum?' flashed in my head; I tried to shake it off... He watched some videos of young cross dressers sucking cock or availing their pussies to horny guys. He had seen loads of clips where the bottom was tied up, or blindfolded, or things of that nature. And of course, he looked up daddy-son incest videos as well. Not just casually, either, borne of curiosity or a some rogue impulse here and there. Based on frequency, I could see that this was among his top search and viewed video content. And based on a little deduction based on time-stamps, I could see he most frequently searched the topic right after me and him had just spent time together. My gay little guy, my wanna be cock-and-cum slut kid, wants to have sex with me..his own father? I should have been disgusted, I guess, or upset, or worried, but I was not. I guess whatever it is that has YOU guys turned on by this can understand (and the rest of the world? Fuck them) But I'll tell you, one thing I was not was shocked. A little surprised to see it so clearly, but for some reason, I always kinda thought this might be true. For one, Ben's eyes were constantly wandering over my body, especially whenever I was shirtless around him. I also tended to walk around with very little on whenever I could (it's what I prefer), even going around naked once in a while. He was always staring, I could feel his eyes on me like grazing fingertips. Whenever I met his eyes, he would gulp, or lick his lips, and quickly look elsewhere. Also, my kid was super affectionate. I really enjoyed this, and reciprocated enthusiastically. My old man was his generation's kind of father, distant and cool. I didn't want my son to grow up that way, and so we hugged, kissed, and cuddled all the time. Ben's favorite spot on the couch was pressed up against me, his hands on my chest playing with my thick chest hair, or rubbing my legs (try not getting hard with a hot boy doing that to you all the time, I dare ya!) I loved to run my own hands through his silky hair, which always reminded me of his mother. Sometimes I remembered that same soft hair and automatically my hands would start pressing that head downward and toward my growing manhood for a wet blowjob. I had to quickly think of something else. And yeah, I'll admit it... I spent plenty of time running my hands over my son's back, lower and lower, until I had his glorious butt cheeks in my grasp, too. God I loved to feel those squishy (yet firm), extremely ample globes in my big adult hands. I could practically cup both with one hand, he was so young and small. I know this isn't exactly normal parent stuff, but hey...it's not like I was fingering his little fuck chute or anything (well, at that point anyway..) And Christ did he ever love it when I did that! So yeah, he loved his daddy's affections. A little more than I realized, but I still wasn't shocked. Ben is only 10 years old, though; I didn't know 10 year olds could be so cock-craving, so cum-loving, and so interested in servicing adult men, especially their own fathers. All of this action was making me intensely aroused, to my surprise; actually, I was kind of split between being so incredibly hard and horny with an equal sense of concern over my son and what he's been up to in his locked bedroom lately. How long has he been looking at this nasty stuff, anyway? How worried should I be? I love my son more than life itself, and his well being has been and always will be my number one priority. But since he was going to be at school for another 5 hours, I could figure out all of that later. Right then and there, I just fucking had to start stroking my fat, drooling cock. I began thinking of my gorgeous 10 year old boy's naked body, recalling greater details cribbed from years of parenting, seeing him naked so many times. So he wants to suck cock, to get on his knees and allow himself to get facefucked by any adult man that wants to feed him a thick load of cum? I wondered if he would want to suck my cock like that. Would he want me to throw him onto his little kids' bed, straddle his young body and then force my thick daddy dick into his slutty throat? Or maybe he'd rather take it slow, lay in my lap and lovingly lap at my hairy nutsack, licking up and down the shaft wild yet tenderly first, then eat up all of my sweet sticky precum on the way to engulfing his own dad's hung cock down his cum-hungry throat? I furiously beat my meat, wishing Ben and his soft red dick-sucking lips were here now. I had a huge load building and I wished I could feed it to him, the little slut! I had to know more. What else could I uncover about Ben's secret side? Wait, I thought, what was that app he had, SecureChat? I decided to take my hands off my throbbing...troublemaker.. and check into that. I opened up the app and a login screen appeared. There was no user logged in or saved password, so either he's never used it before, or he's clever enough to have removed it in case his daddy ever went snooping in on him. Right away, I knew my little guy was definitely clever enough for that and then some - Ben was incredibly intelligent for his age - so if there was anything to be found, I'd have to dig deeper. I decided to check his email first, since that would be much easier to get into. After a few minutes, I was logged into his personal email account. A lot of school stuff, adverts for video games, and of course, spam. But when I looked into sent mail, that's, well, when shit got real! According to emails, Ben had been emailing back and forth with adult men. Several of them. Interested in meeting up and having sex with my 10 year old boy! I couldn't believe what I was looking at, and as I kept reading, it appeared that he was extremely eager to meet at least a few of them. There were loads of emails and I didn't have the time to read everything then, so I started with the most recent. There was an exchange between Ben (slutboy10) I and a man named Anthony (with an email address something like big raw daddy) that had an unread message dated that morning. I opened the whole thing and started at the beginning. *** 3 weeks ago: slutboy10 (Ben): hi I saw your profile and pics omg your so hot!! Lol my names Ben and umm... I'm not supposed to be on the site bc my age but you said like like young smooth boys who like to suck cock and lick ur butt and stuff and maybe get fucked and um, I want to do all that stuff with u . I rrly want to try tasting guys cum too like sooo much and you said u like to feed ur cum to cum hungry cock sluts? that's what I want to do!! Email me back an I'll email you back when I can thx hot daddy!! -Ben [30 min. Later] BigRawDaddy: Hey there cutie, thanks for writing! I'm glad you like my profile. I'd love to see what you look like too... I'm sure you're pretty cute and fuckable! It's ok that you're younger... to be honest I've always fantasized about finding a little pussy boy to feed my cock and cum to, and eventually stretch that boy hole up and fuck you deep and hard! But.. this could get me in serious trouble, so we have to be absolutely careful ok? How old are you? Have you done anything with other boys your age, or older guys, like maybe your dad? Can't wait to hear from ya sexy! You can call me Anthony (BigRawDaddy or `Hairy Dad Looking to Feed and Breed' from the message boards) [6 hours later] Ben: hi Anthony, ok so umm well I'm 10 years old but I'm rly smart n mature and rly rly want to be your..... pussyboy lol omg! How can we meet? I can't let my dad find out, don't worry I won't tell anyone if u wont!!! Anthony: Hey Ben, wow, holy fuck! I'm not sure about this. God, I mean. That's so fucking hot. It's just.. You saw that I have a pretty big cock, right? Damn...i bet you're so tight though. You really sure you want me fucking your face like a pussy, and breeding your gay little butt with all of my cum? And did you read the part about needing my hairy hole licked, your face buried between my cheeks diving deep into my ass? Ok, well, if you're sure.. we better not keep emailing here. Can you download a program called SecureChat, and send me a message at the same name, BigRawDaddy, so we can go from there. Once you have that, it's better and I can show you how we can trade pics and everything next. Ttyl cutie! -Anthony *** That was everything until a brief exchange yesterday. Reading about what that guy wants to do with my little wanna be boy slut wonder definitely turned me the fuck on, but I was concerned too. Not everyone can be trusted, especially strangers on the internet, and a grown adult interested in fucking my kid raised serious red flags for me. Who is this dude, are we sure he even only wants sex? Well, again forcing myself to let go of my cock for a moment of parental reflection, I decided I'll talk to him about this and set him straight...er, no pun intended. I figured the next email was just more of the same, but I clicked on it anyway: *** BigRawDad: Hey hot stuff, I'm stuck out on a project at work and don't have my personal phone, so I had to email you here instead of on SC. Just wanted to make sure we're still on for Friday night? I'm already hard as hell thinking about being deep inside you, pounding your tight virgin boy butt. Hope you're ready for a lot of my cum, because I've been saving it for you kid. Hit me back so I know for sure, and I'll be there to pick you up where we talked about. Anthony *** Oh boy. My boy. My sweet, cute, good looking 10 year old son had made plans to suck (and swallow!), rim, and offer up his ass to a strange (and hairy...and raw!!) adult man he met on the internet!! I thought to myself `Wait, hold on. Friday? Ben had plans to sleep over at a friends house on Friday. Son of a'.... Well, I said he was clever. So he was going to pretend to sleep at a friends house, and go off with this guy instead? I pictured him at this man's house, completely at his mercy! I mean, that could be bad, but if I'm honest with you guys... I imagined that big daddy guy over there having Ben alone would lead to lots of hot action too - stuffing all of his holes with his beefy cock, coating him in thick jizz inside and out, even falling asleep together with the man's hard pole impaled in Ben's sweet, probably cum-clogged pussy for the entire night! The thoughts and images of what might happen if Ben went off with that strange guy nearly drove me over the edge. What finally got me while I was stroking my cock like a maniac was suddenly seeing my little kid's smooth body under my own, his sweet little ass spread and his tight, gay little love tunnel filled completely with my cock. I was the one fucking my 10 year old kid. It was my hard adult dick thrusting in and out of his horny, slutty little hole. I loved and wanted him so completely that I pounded into him so hard his body underneath me flopped and hit the floor with a nice thud. I couldn't stop, I had to do the most unthinkable think a dad could do to his child: penetrate him as deeply as possible and shoot all my cum up into his little body. As those thoughts became me, I loosed a spitting fury of thick pearly cum briefly into the air, landing god knows where. More and more ropes my jizz shot out; I was cumming in my son's bedroom for the very first time. All I could see in my head were Ben's little holes, and I was flooding him with my seed. After a prolonged stage of self-induced paralysis, I realized that sitting there covered in spooge all day wasn't the best use of time. I went and cleaned myself up, though I didn't find any of the cum that was shot somewhere in my kid's room. I wasn't that worried about it, either; I guess with my newfound awareness of his predilections, I assumed he'd probably appreciate the addition of his father's semen in his bedroom just about any way he could get it. I closed up all of the programs and folders on Ben's computer after sending any relevant files to myself over our home network. I looked around the room before exiting and felt a keen sense of uncertainty. Life before waking into that bedroom was very simple for me, for us; it was predictable, it was happy, it was safe. Those revelations, when addressed, posed to completely upend things the way the were. What was next? Confronting my son seemed inevitable, especially since he had made plans to go out and service some hung adult man in a few days. I went downstairs for another drink - this one had to be stiffer (Ahem...) and since it was sunny out, decided to head out back to lay on a lounge chair and soak up some rays... and think, about a lot of things. And drink...and drink! *** At some point, I heard a voice. "Dad? Hey Daaadddy..." I heard distantly. `Shit, I thought, I had fallen asleep out there!' I opened my eyes groggily ... I definitely drank quite a bit earlier that afternoon! My skin felt sticky, wet from laying in the hot sun. My eyes opened up on Ben standing damn near on top of me, looming, looking down and smirking. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, blinked a few times, then took another look at my son. He was standing there, hands on hips, looking at me a sheepish, blushing-bride kind of way. I got up to give him a hug and welcome him home. All of a sudden, I realized that I was still naked, standing there in front of Ben. It was a weird sensation because I've been naked in front of him enough times that I normally wouldn't have been so flustered. But after reading his emails with older men, watching the porn videos he favorited featuring hot, hairy daddies pounding young smooth think ass and feeding them cum, and the stories(!), the stories he read on that Nifty site....well, this was suddenly very different. I thought about all of my little ten year old's sexual desires and guys, I swear, I almost walked straight up to him to guide him down onto his knees so that I could shove my hairy crotch and hung cock right into his face. Hell, as buzzed and horny as I was then, I'm actually impressed I managed to resist. I remember thinking `God, what's wrong with me? That's my son, my own child! And he's a little kid! He just happens to be a sexy, slutty, cum hungry cocksucker...'" "Dad?" said Ben, bringing me back from my dizzying reverie. "Oh, kiddo.. Must have dozed off there. Man, school's out already?" I said. I extremely aware that my dick was already about halfway hard, swinging and bobbing as I moved around, grabbing my clothes, phone, and empty tumbler. "Heh, I wanted to get a little tan. Sorry you had to come home to your dad completely naked, eh!" I said grinning, giving him a playful shove before pulling him into my sweaty and naked body for a huge hug. I heard Ben giggle as he hugged me back quite firmly. I had pulled him tight against me, wanting, or maybe needing to feel his beautiful little body on mine. One of my arms wrapped high around his back, the other was lower down on his waist. I slid my hand down to my boy's ample, squishy, perfectly formed butt and squeezed it gently. "Mmm, daddy..." whispered Ty, the words muffled into my bare hairy chest but I heard him. He sounded like he loved feeling this. I know I was. He was covertly grinding into me and I felt his cock on my leg. I responded by traveling both hands all over his backside, caressing his smooth and supple boy butt. I pretended to be a little playful, like a normal dad might have done, to hide the fact that I was really just lewdly groping my son's sweet ass through his Nike shorts. I would have enjoyed staying there much longer, or hell, maybe even bending my head down to reach his soft mouth - god, I thought, now I'm almost molesting my kid AND wanting to stick my adult tongue into his open mouth! But I couldn't bring myself to do that, and ended the hug, just in time; my cock had inflated fully and sprang loose, slapping against Ben's T-shirt. A long sticky string of precum had stretched from him to me until breaking. We both were watching it and saw a pretty large wet spot where it broke free from. There was my precum smeared around, made more plain by the darkness of Ben's shirt. I saw him looking at it too. "Love ya, my beautiful little boy," I told him, trying to shift attention away from the fact that his own dad just got a hard on and dripped fuck juice all over him. Feeling a little embarrassed, I quickly ushered him back to the house, leading him in front of me to hide my throbbing cock. I don't remember if I saw his expression or not, but I bet he looked pretty happy. As my son opened the sliding door and went inside, I slipped on my loose shorts and joined him. "Dad, I uh, gotta go do some school stuff" said Ben. "I just wanted to see where you were." "Sure bud. I'm gonna clean up around here a little and then grab a shower." I said, taking a quick breath for before adding, "When I'm done, I need to talk to you about something, ok" "K dad," he said, already swiftly walking to the stairs. "You remember I have my sleepover with Josh tonight, right?" "Yeah..." was all I said. I watched Ben leave. On the way up the stairs, wouldn't you know it, the little slut was already dabbing at the precum on hit shirt. I saw him take his coated finger and raise it up towards his head but he kept walking up the stairs and disappeared from view. I think we all know, though, that my little kid was secretly upstairs wiping up his own dad's dick snot, greedily feeding it to himself, maybe even smearing it around his lips, reveling in a deeply perverted and slutty act as the perfect prelude to his planned `date' that night. So, guy, I got my bearings a little bit, thinking hard on how to approach this as I showered off. I was so conflicted. I mean, I think it's like one of the top rules as a parent - don't let your child go off with a stranger. And I could never let anything bad happen to my kid. On the other hand, my son seemed to really, really want....this. Wanted to be held by a large, hairy, masculine, and naked adult man. Yes, he was only 10 years old, but I could see that he is already a little cocksucker, a cum slut, and a bottom pussy boy who needs big hard cocks and copious thick white loads of cum to fill his greedy holes. And I knew that nothing I could do to change that (as if I wanted to). By the time I was dressed and downstairs starting dinner, I thought I had my mind made up. I was going to let him go out like he planned; to go get face fucked and deeply bred by that unknown stud. I worked hard to keep my hard cock down as I thought about what might my hot little son was in for. But when I called Ben downstairs for dinner, I would change my mind entirely. What was it that caused the sudden reversal? I still don't really know even now, but I think there were more than a couple of factors. For starters, Ben had gotten dressed into an `outfit' that made him look every bit a 10 year old boy and not a day older, if that. He was wearing a Pokémon t-shirt that I hadn't seen him wear in over a year. It was small on him, but still fit. He also had on a pair of cut off shorts that I'd never seen before. I wondered where he got it, until I realized he probably made these from a pair of those swishy athletic pants kids like to wear. But these were... well, for starters they were stretched so tight on his fucking hot bubble butt that it was almost impossible to look away. He must have used an older pair too, from a while back before he'd grown more. Beyond that, though, he had cut the shorts very high up, so high that I could see the bottom curves of my child's sexy white asscheeks; it might not have been as obvious to anyone else then than it was to me, suddenly lusting after Ben's boy butt. Regardless, the ensemble conveyed some obvious, and juxtaposed, signals that i just.. wasn't ready for the outside world to see. Yet. Not as an extremely young looking boy, openly dressed like a complete whore! Especially with a hairy 40 something dad itching to pick him up on some street corner and sodomize that kid's 10 year old ass!! We ate dinner and we were both very quiet. aolor leaving my face while I was talking then, too). "Plus, hey, this kind of thing is normal for you to be interested in, nothing wrong with that! And if you are interested in...penises, and, ya know, gay sex...that's all cool too, ok?" "But, I read your messages and I know your real plan for tonight. You weren't really going to stay over at your friends house tonight, were you buddy?" Ben was almost trembling, and his face had gone from pale to beet red. "You were going to... to meet up with a man and have sex with him. You... were going to try sucking his cock. Eating his .. semen. And letting him put his.... Thing up your, well, your butt. Isn't that right? He didn't say anything, but the look I was giving him compelled him to eventually nod yes. "I'm sorry son, but you're just not old enough for that yet." He stood up and threw his bag across the room, tears running down his face. "You... you spied on me!! You're... you're.. you're.. .You're so unfair!!!", Ben screamed at me, and then ran upstairs to his bedroom, slamming the door (of course). I grabbed another beer and slumped into my seat. I wondered if I had really made the right call. End of Chapter One *Author's Note:* Thanks for reading! DadzDream here, sorry it's been a while since I've written! I do still plan on working on my other stories, but this popped into my head and I had to get it going. Hope you enjoyed it. I love hearing from my readers - what you liked, your fantasies, experiences, ideas, etc. Other Stories by DadzDream: My Slutty Kid (Gay, Incest): https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/my-slutty-kid/ Kimmy The Kid (Bisexual, Incest): https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/kimmy-the-kid