Date: Wed, 05 Jun 2019 22:04:34 +0000 From: biguy4fun4u Subject: Family Road Trip Chapter 1 Family Road Trip-Spring Break Chapter 1 This story is completely fictional, as are the characters described within. This is a fantasy, not real life. If you can't tell the difference or if it is illegal to read where you are, please don't read it. But please DO support NIFTY Archive. Chapter 1 Once Allison and Kim were gone, Ben and I settled into our "bachelor" routines. This time made me understand what a joke our marriage had been. I barely noticed that Allison was gone. I did very much notice that Kim was no longer there, and I was surprised how hard Ben took his sister's absence. He was super glum for a few weeks after they left. I figured it was losing his mom and sister in one fell swoop. When I talked to him about it was clear he was missing his sister, not his mom. It turns out they were a lot closer than I had given them credit for. After sort of a teary break down, early int eh school year that Fall, Ben told me that Kim had beaten up a couple of kids who were bullying him back in Chicago. Since I thought she was a borderline bully to him, I was shocked to find out how much she was his advocate and champion in the toxic soup of the private school they had gone to in Illinois. I'm not sure he was an objective witness, but I am glad some of her actions on his behalf didn't lead to a lawsuit against me; I got the feeling she could be sort of dramatical if kids were picking on him. Apparently, the time she broke a kid's nose for calling Ben a faggot made his life a lot easier since everyone knew that messing with him would bring her wrath. After he shared that with me, I made a mental note to splurge just a bit extra on a Christmas present to her and sign his name to it. The other thing I really noticed about Ben after his mom and sister left was how he sort of....regressed? He had always been sort of borderline effeminate and young acting for his age, but after they left he truly started acting like a girl, at least at home, and a young girl. He turned 12 in late September, we had a party with just him and me, and his sister via video conference, but acted more and more like a 9-year-old. His already longish hair was allowed to touch his shoulders. Honestly, he was more of a queen than Kim ever had been at his age, but I gave him room. I figured whoever he was going to be would include some experimenting to figure out who that was. He was always asking me if I needed anything, a coke, a beer, more food. He seemed to enjoy doing things for me. He also started pretty much only wearing an extra long t-shirt over his underwear while in the house. He usually got home before I did but that was always how I found him dressed when I got home. He learned, or tried to learn to cook, and I came to expect a burned, or undercooked, effort when I got home. Over several ordered-in meals I asked him about his newfound culinary interests. He told me that somebody needed to take care of me. I wasn't sure how to take that. Outside of the house we slipped into another pattern. On the weekends I wasn't driving Ben and his teammates to either a swim meet, a running race, or a soccer match, I would take off on my bicycle and ride out to watch. Many of the events were relatively close to the house, but it was also not usual for me to have to ride nearly 100 miles, round trip, to attend, especially when I routed to avoid the worst of the traffic. On those weekends I would leave, sometimes very early compared to him, and arrive in time to cheer him on in whatever event he was competing in. Once the event was over, I would head home. Depending on how far away the race or game was, and whether Ben's ride stopped for pizza he would beat me home sometimes, and sometimes I would get home before he arrived. Once we were both home and showered, I would open a beer and ask him what he wanted for dinner. The weekends were the one time I could count on him not to try and cook, which I think we both enjoyed. Often it would be ordered-in pizza, but we also would grill burgers out onto the deck, admiring the view of Salt Lake City far below, and the Great Salt Lake out in the distance. We would eat our dinner, whether it was pizza, or burgers, and then relax. Often, I would end up in my bed either watching tv or on the computer, often after a beer or three while Ben spent his times in the living room, or the rec room, or his bedroom. In early October I was surprised one Saturday afternoon to have dozed off in my bed after an early pizza with my laptop on my lap, to find Ben laying on my bed beside me. I woke up from my nap and felt a warm body snuggled next to me. I opened my bleary yes and saw the top of his head, snuggled into my chest as I laid there. It wasn't sexual, but it was nice to feel a warm body next to me, it had been a long time. I laid still for a while and when I felt him turn to get more comfortable, I also moved, and "acted" like I was waking up. "Hey, what's up, buddy?" I asked, softly. I felt him wiggle around and look up at me, "Nothing, daddy, I was just tired and though we could take a nap together, like we used to. Is that okay?" "Yeah, sure, of course.", I murmured. The last time we took a nap together Ben was probably 5 years old. I wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close. I was only wearing a pair of briefs and nothing else. As usual, he was wearing a too big t-shirt, and socks, I didn't know what else. I did appreciate feeling a warm body next to me and tried to put any sexual feeling aside as he sighed and turned over to try and sleep next to me. His smooth legs along mine made me realize how long it had been since I was physically close to somebody, let alone next to a warm, smooth body that smelled like soap. I tried to put those thoughts out of my head and rubbed my hand up and down his back as he settled back into a light sleep. His soft snoring eventually let me sleep too. The next weekend Saturday we followed our regular routine. My bike ride was longer than usual as Ben's soccer game was well north of Salt Lake. I was extra sore, and my legs were stiff as I made us a big salad to go with the burgers I grilled up. It was still nice enough o sit out on the deck, but I knew this might be our last outdoor dinner for a while. Ben had played well that day and was animated over the 2 goals he scored, and a nearly missed third. After we finished eating and he helped me do the dishes he said he was going to get online with some friends and play video games. I retired to my bedroom with my laptop, figuring I'd either watch some football or catch up on emails, or more likely both. I stepped out of my shorts and t-shirt before climbing into bed. The 120 mile ride had made things a bit tender and the boys definitely wanted some air, and I just felt a little gritty and pink from a couple hours peddling in the sun even after a long shower. I pulled a sheet over my waist in case Ben came in, turned on the tv, and fired up my laptop. I half watched football on the wall mounted flat screen and put a little effort into answering some emails and soon enough the sun, the beer I'd had over dinner, and the ride took their toll and I felt my eyelids getting heavy. The next thing I knew I heard faint grunts and groans, and then moaning. I startled, thinking somebody was in the room with me. Ben was sitting next to me, also under the covers, in his usual t-shirt, his smooth thigh touching mine. He was sitting up and staring at the television. On screen two very busty blondes were busy going down on a well-hung blond guy. From the sounds they were making as they tongued his balls and shaft, they enjoyed what they were doing. Ben must have felt me jerk awake, but he didn't say anything. I half rolled over to look at him and he did not turn his head to look at me. I looked at him, and then back at the tv, and then at him again. He continued to stare at the screen with the tv remote in his hand. I could see he was actually streaming an internet site. "Umm, buddy, what are you doing?" I asked softly. "I dunno, I was just looking around on the internet and saw this, is this what you like to watch?" he asked very casually, still not looking at me. We had had "the talk" a while before this happened, he knew what masturbation was and how it is a normal part of life. I knew he would be exploring masturbation and pornography as he got older. I didn't think he would be exploring it sitting next to me, though. "Ah, well," looking at the blonds spitting all over the actors large, uncut cock, "Sometimes. I like to watch all different kinds of......porn." "Really, what's your favorite kind, can we watch it together?" For the first time he looked at me. I felt his eager eyes searching my face. "Umm, buddy, we probably shouldn't be watching ANY porn together, eve if it is my favorite," I said softly, and kindly. I ignored the fact that my dick was starting to swell just a little bit in response to hearing and seeing the cock gobbling splashed across 72 inches of my bedroom wall. And maybe a little bit because of the smooth leg that seemed to be pressing a more closely to mine under the thin sheet. "But, why, daddy? I won't tell anyone, I promise. I just want to know what you like,", Ben whined in almost a baby voice. He fully turned on his side and laid next to me, his face just inches from mine. "I want to like what you like.........". I felt myself blush because of what I was starting to think about than the overall situation. I sat up and gently laid my hand on his shoulder. "Ben, I want you to like what you like!" I said with a grin. "But that's what I'm saying, how am I supposed to know what I like if nobody shows me there is?!?!" he grinned at me, feeling like his logic had defeated my arguments. By now the action on the screen had changed, one bimbo was bouncing up and down on the guy's slick shaft, her huge, obviously fake tits bouncing around. Her friend had straddled the guy's face and she was rubbing her bare pussy back and forth across his face, revealing that not only did she completely shave, but that she had a large, silver clit ring. The women leaned forward and shared a sloppy kiss and the lucky guy underneath them moaned with pleasure. I felt Ben Freeze beside me, "Daddy! What's that thing between her legs, the sliver....earing??" I chuckled, "Her clit is pierced buddy. She wears that little piece of jewelry because it makes her clit more sensitive and it makes sex feel better for her." I glanced over to gauge his reaction. "Wow, that seems like it would hurt!" his wide eyes that were glued to the screen. I laughed, "Yeah, it does seem like it would hurt. But she seems to like it enough now." He laughed too and then got serious again, but with a smile, "So, what's your favorite kind of...porn, daddy?" I sighed, acting like I was more reluctant to have this conversation that I really was. By now I was semi hard, and I worried that if I got any more excited it would become very evident through the sheet. "Like I said, you need to find out what YOU like.", glancing at him I could see he was crestfallen, "But I guess I could show a few things and I can sort of....explain things to you and try to answer your questions.", I said, grinning at him. "Really?" he brightened up immediately and sat up. I realized what I had just promised to show my young son and I sighed, seeing him smile and be so obviously pleased to be spending time with me. "This is gonna take a beer though, would you go get one for me?", I asked, hoping my boner would go down a bit while he was gone. "Can I have one too?", he asked excitedly. "No, but you can have another coke if you want." He stuck his tongue out at me teasingly and scrambled out from underneath the sheets. As he crawled off the bed I saw his naked butt, with no underwear, almost as white as the underwear he wasn't wearing. I caught just a flash of darker crack between his two white cheeks as he pulled his t-shirt down and ran off to the kitchen. I turned off the video that was playing and used the remote control to get to my favorite porn site, trying not to think about what I was doing. Ben seemed very happy and into it so I would just make sure it didn't go too far. I told myself I was just showing him things he would be seeing soon enough, if he hadn't already seen them. I was sitting up, thankfully with my cock at less than half mast and the sheet pulled over my lap when Ben ran back into the bedroom, a bottle of beer in one hand, and a can of coke in the other. He immediately noticed the video wasn't playing anymore and looked at me in alarm. "Relax, buddy," I reassured him, "I was just going to a site I got to a lot that has a...I guess it has a lot of different kinds of porn, so you can maybe figure out some of the things you like?" I took the beer from him and patted the bed beside me. He beamed and climbed up next to me, thankfully he stayed above the sheet this time, his bare legs sticking out in front of him, covered to mid-thigh by his oversized t-shirt. On the large TV screen in front of us where a few dozen thumbnails, each one indicating a video. I used the roller ball on the remote to scroll aver the page, each thumbnail highlighted as the cursor danced over it. "Okay, so on this site, it's basically broken down into straight porn, porn for gay men, and trans porn. Do you know what all of that means?" I asked. "Well, yeah, I know about straight and gay, and bi, and all that. Is trans like girls that are really guys?", he asked, earnestly. "Yeah, buddy, people use the word transsexual for all sorts of things, but it is mostly for like, guys who were born guys, I mean with penis's, but feel like they are really girls, and vice versa. But when you look at porn, trans can also sometimes mean CD's...". "Wait, what's a CD?" he interrupted. "Well, a CD is usually a guy who likes to dress up in woman's clothes, but doesn't really feel like he is a girl, he just likes the clothes, the way they look, or make him feel, or feel on his skin. They can be gay, or straight" I patiently told him. "Or bi?", he asked, smiling. "Yep, or bi. Being a CD, that stands for Cross Dresser, mostly means you like wearing clothes of the other sex. Some women are CD's and like to dress in guy's clothes," I sighed, marveling at how complicated all this was to somebody with no experience in any of it. "And, like, in porn hermaphrodites are usually called trans too, but they're not REALLY trans, I guess." "What's a hermaphrodite?" he asked, overwhelmed with all the information I was throwing at him. "That's a person who is born with a penis AND a vagina. It's rare, there aren't too many real hermaphrodites. And they can feel like they are either men, or women, and they can be gay, or straight." "Or bi?" he grinned at me. I laughed, "Yep, or bi. Now to get back to trans girls, I mean girls that were born looking like guys, sometimes they go on hormones to try and make their...boobs, get bigger, and sometimes they get breast enlargement surgery. Some of them also have surgery to take their penis's of and the doctors make a vagina out of that skin and nerve endings. He scrunched up his face, trying to imagine what I was describing. I sighed again, and took a sip of beer, "And some girls are born girls, with a vagina, but they feel like boys on the inside. Some of those trans boys, or guys, have breast reduction surgery to take their boobs away and some even have doctors' sort of build them a penis out of their vaginal skin." He looked at me with wide eyes, "How do they do that, daddy?" I looked back at him with totally honestly, "I have no idea buddy, but they do, and it makes those men happy." "But, Ben, you need to understand that porn is not real life, what you see in these videos is not real, they are actors. They are doing the things they think people want to see, to excite them. But like you'll see a lot of, um, really big dicks. Most guys don't have dicks that big. And the same with boobs, most women don't have huge, ginormous boobs." I held my hands out from my chest in the universal gesture of big tits. He giggled, signaling that the universal gesture was still universal. "I know, daddy." I chuckled and took a swig of beer, "Okay, getting back to it, on this site there is trans, which we just talked about, and gay mean, which is, gay men, and straight. But straight on this site also includes lesbian stuff. I don't know why they don't let the girls have their own category." "'Cause they're girls,", he mumbled playfully, "Is that where the bi stuff is too?" I looked down at him, sitting next to me as he examined the screen of thumbnails. "Yep, and the bi stuff too. You seem kinda interested, do you think you might be bi, Ben?" He looked down at his lap, and I could see his ears get red. "I dunno, I guess?", he mumbled. I smiled a little to myself. "Well, I guess that isn't too surprising, I'm bi." I held still and waited for his reaction. He turned his head and looked at me out of the corner of his eye, "Really?", he asked, breathlessly, eyes wide. "Yep, I guess I always have been. Until I met your mom I had guy friends and girl friends both. It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's just who you are. And who knows, you're still pretty young," I gave him a playful pat on the shoulder, "You might be bi, or you might be straight, or you might be gay. Sometimes people go through phases where they experiment and other people. Just know......the important thig to know is whoever you are, I'll always love you." I gave him a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder and looked back up at the TV. "So, do you want to see if you like the bi videos?". I leaned over and awkwardly hugged me, "Yes, please, daddy.". He took a sip of his coke and I had a drink of my beer as I scrolled through all the different variations in the "straight" category until I clicked on the "Bisexual" link. A whole new set of thumbnails showed up. "Okay, so most of these are with three people, either two guys and a girl, or two girls and a guy. Some of them have more people, but in those the guys will be playing with other guys and girls, and the girls will be playing with other girls as well as guys. I'll scroll over them and you can see a few seconds of video, tell me when one looks good." I began to slowly roll the cursor over each thumbnail which would highlight and show a few seconds of the action. I passed over several when Ben finally said, "Can we look at that one?" The video in question seemed to show two well built guys, one blond and one with darker hair and skin, along with a big titted blond woman. All three of them had large tattoos, the guys were more inked than the girl. I was a little disappointed that he had selected such an obviously professionally produced videos, most of the time I enjoy either amateur videos or ones that don't have the porn stereotypes of over muscled big dick hunks and huge titted sluts. But oh well, it was his choice and he needed to see different things to know what appealed to him. The video had no pretense of a story or introduction, it opened with the two guys standing next to each other with the woman on her knees in front of them, alternating between jacking one dick off while sucking the other before switching back. The guys moaned softly, and she moaned loudly, repeatedly taking one dick or the other so far down her mouth that she gagged, before moving to the other cock. I snuck a glance at Ben, he seemed entranced. I guess I would have been too, at his age, to see this on a huge TV in high definition. "Daddy, does it feel good, getting a blow....I mean, having your penis is somebody's mouth?" he asked innocently. I laughed, "Yeah, buddy, it does feel pretty good. Especially when she...or he, knows what you like. Then if feels REALLY good." He nodded absently-mindedly and looked back to the screen where the blond dude had pulled his dick out of the actress's mouth and moved behind her, kneeling as she lifted her bubble butt up. As she kept deep throating the darker guy, the blond actor began rubbing her ass and teased a finger over her exposed slit. She moaned and he slipped a finger inside her, then two. She thrust back on his fingers for several minutes while continuing to suck on his friends' cock. Finally the blonde actor sat back, lined up his hard cock, and slipped it inside her. She continued to be spit roasted for several minutes until the darker skinned, bigger guy finally pulled out of her mouth. She lay her head down between her arms to focused on having her pussy rammed while the darker guy moved behind the blond actor. He ran his strong hands all over the blond guys back, massaging his shoulders and then down to his ass, rubbing the muscular pale buns. The dark-haired guy began kissing and licking the blond guy's back and worked his way quickly down to start biting his ass cheeks. When he finally spread those ass cheeks wide apart and began tonguing his friends pink star, I thought Ben was going to fall out of the bed. "What, no WAY! He's licking that other dudes, butthole! No way!!" he exclaimed loudly. As the one actor continued to lick and rim the blond actor I said calmly, "There are a ton of nerve endings around the anus, the butthole. So it is very sensitive to feelings. That is called rimming, and it's nothing to be scared of if everyone is super clean down there. And if feels amazing." I blushed a little bit, having just admitted to my son that I enjoyed being rimmed. I looked back up to the TV. There was the typical edited cut and suddenly the dark haired guys' large, now condom covered dick, was lined up behind the blond actors pink and very lubricated asshole. As the blond actor continued to pile into the blond actress from behind, the swarthy guy almost effortlessly inserted himself into his partners ass. The blond actor let out a roar of satisfaction and they three of them fell into a rhythm. I felt Ben startle, "Wow, doesn't that hurt, I mean, when ...you know.....," he asked, never taking his eyes form the screen. I laughed, "When somebody fucks you in the ass? Yeah, it can hurt." "Then why does he act like he likes it?" he asked. "Well, like I said, porn isn't real, so he needs to act like he likes it. Pluss, it CAN hurt, but when somebody is gentle and goes slow, it can feel amazing too, it doesn't have to hurt. Especially once you're used to it. And I bet that guy sis pretty used to it," I snickered. "So, wait, you mean, you've.........?" he nodded towards the screen, too embarrassed to say the words. "Been fucked? Yeah, I have, not for a long time though. And I've fucked guys, and girls, in the ass too. I sort of like doing a little bit of everything, I'm what people call versatile. If you're a guy and pretty much only like to get fucked you're a bottom, and if you pretty much only like to fuck other guys you're a top. And if you like both, you're...." "Versatile!", he smiled while completing my sentence. I gently ruffled his long hair and smiled at him while draining my beer. "Exactly." By now I was completely hard and was not really trying to cover it anymore. I still had the sheet over myself, but it was tented pretty well. Ben saw my beer bottle was empty and asked if I wanted another. I figured why not, in for a penny, in for a pound. I told him sure and he again scampered off the bed, this time I could see that there was definitely a bit of bouncing bulge under his t-shirt as he ran across the room. I sighed and turned off the video that was playing but left the thumbnails up. When he came back into the room there was obviously an erection bulging the front of his t-shirt but he didn't even try to hide it, just walked over to me, handed me the bottle of beer and excitedly jumped up into he bed, asking, "What's next?" "That is up to you, kiddo," I replied, a little shocked to realize he had lifted the sheet up and snuggled in under it, next to my naked body. I could not ignore it when his feet brushed against my leg as he was settling in. He pondered my question as I took another drink of beer. "Hmm, about one of those CD ones?" he asked, as actually as if deciding which Spiderman movie he wanted to watch. I moved the cursor over to the "Trans" tab and then down to the "Cross Dresser" link. "Okay, just tell me which ones look interesting.", I gulped. Painfully aware that by now rock-hard cocks was just inches away from my boy as we watched hard core porn and that he seemed to know and not care. I began flipping through them and almost instantly he sat up, and put this hand on my thigh, casually, under the sheet. "That one!" he squeezed gently, to emphasize. Thank God he pulled his hand off me, his skin was so smooth and warm. The video he wanted was called "Cheerleader Surprise". It was a professionally produced video, but just barely. It made an attempt at a storyline. The cross dresser was a skinny blond twink in a cheerleaders' outfit who was trying to get a spot on the cheer squad by interviewing with the "coach", a middle-aged white guy. All the usual plot twists were played out, lots of rubbing up against the coach by the CD etc. Eventually the CD got the coach to sit down and unzipped his pants, revealing a nice sized, veiny, cut dick. As soon as that monster was unleashed I felt Ben squirm next to me in bed. As we watched the cheerleader slowly start licking and sucking on her coach's shaft, Ben began softly rubbing his naked legs against mine. At first I didn't respond, wondering if it was unconscious, but he persisted, and eventually started running his bare foot up and down my calves as we watched the action on the screen. In an instant I realized I needed to end all this right then, tell him to leave my room, and work on getting him to forget we'd ever been in this situation, or I needed to let him fully explore and help show him things. Before I had consciously made up my mind I had flung the sheet off our legs and to the floor. Ben gasped at both the cool air touching his legs, and the site of my hard cock standing straight up, wreathed around the base with thick, curly hair. "Oh, wow.", is all he said as he twisted onto his side to move down and exam it closely. I gently laid one hand on his shoulder and kept watching the fellatio on the TV as he examined my manhood. If let him shift, and without asking me, or saying anything I felt his cool fingers wrap around my shaft and then give it a tug. At first he gripped too hard to really slide his hand, but soon enough he relaxed his grip and was sliding his palm up and down my cock smoothly. I could tell he had practiced this, at leas on himself if not anybody else. I'm not huge, but I'm solidly 6 inches long and pretty girthy with a mushroom head all over huge, low hanging balls. I didn't want to interrupt the scene so I just took a sip of beer and kept watching the TV as Ben stroked me up and down. Eventually curiosity got the better of him and I felt his small, soft hand reach lower to touch my ball sack. I squirmed a little bit and opened my legs a little to give him better access. He looked at me, uncertain if I was signaling that I didn't like it. I smiled at him to reassure him any attention my balls got would be appreciated. He smiled back and leaned close, resting his chin on my upper thigh as he took a very close look at the head of my dick while absent mindedly touching and lightly squeezing my balls. On screen the actors had rearranged themselves into a 69, with the CD on top of the coach laying on a couch. I watched the coach easily deepthroat not only the twinks' small cock, but also both his balls. Just then I felt a warm wetness on the head of my dick and looked down to see Ben, with his tongue out, gently licking me. It took everything I had to not blow my load immediately. He continued to tentatively lick my head and slit as he looked up at me out of the corner of his eye, seeking approval. "Oh, my God, buddy, that feels amazing," I said to let him know I was enjoying his attention's. It had been so long since Ben's mom and I last had sex and even longer since she had gone down on me, I was afraid I would cum too soon, and possibly choke him with my load. I rubbed his shoulders with my hands, and gently touched his head and stroked his hair, being careful to not grab his head and fuck his face like I really wanted to. I was able to run one hand down his back and stroked his butt, wondering if he'd want that. He shuddered and moved his hips up in the bed to I could more easily reach him. I slid my hand udder the back of his t-shirt, lifting it. As soon as I cupped his ass cheek he let out a loud moan, letting me know he was enjoying MY attentions. I laid back and closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling of his warm tongue tracing it's way up and down my shaft and licking the head of my dick. I gently played with his butt with one hand, rubbing and kneading it lightly, I didn't want to explore it too much and scare him away. I could tell when I started leaking pre-cum, once he tasted it he began kissing, licking, and suckling exclusively on the head of my cock, furiously running the tip of his tongue up and down my piss slit. That extra attention made my balls constrict, and I knew I was close to going over the edge. "I'm gonna cum soon, buddy,", I said, giving him some warning. He pulled his face back and turned to look at me, "Will you cum in my mouth, like they do in the videos?" he asked very innocently. "Buddy, I think it might be a bit much for your first-time," I moaned. "What do you mean, daddy?" he asked with wide eyes. "Ugg, fuck, open your mouth!" I couldn't wait any longer. As Ben pulled his face away a little bit and opened his mouth wide. His wide eyes peered at me, as he tried to keep his mouth aimed at my dick. I stroked my cock once with my hand and erupted. The first two, ropes of cum missed Ben entirely and landed on my chest. Ben almost instantly leaned close and got open mouth lined up enough to catch the next several just of sperm. My legs went rigid and hips started bucking, I could hear myself groan, "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck.........", then felt Ben's lips close around the tip of my dick as I continued to stroke myself. He closed his lips and applied suction, trying to get every drop of cum out of my dick. I could feel his tongue swirling around the slimy tip of my dick and it all became too much. "Oh, that's it buddy, you have to get off it," I pushed him away gently. "He looked at me alarmed; afraid he had done something wrong. "What's wrong, did I do something wrong?" he asked. "Not at all, buddy, it just gets to be too much, I can get too sensitive, it feels too good. You didn't do anything wrong, you were perfect," I rested my hand on his head, not worrying that there was a glob of cum on my palm. He pulled himself up and laid next to me, looking at the strings of cum splashed vertically across my chest. Then he began to lick the white ropes. Once my chest was clean he leaned up and kissed my cheek, "Thank you, daddy! That was fun." I looked at him and said, "Thank YOU, and it was fun, wasn't it?", I smiled. When he tried to kiss my cheek again I turned my head and met his lips with mine. We kissed once, like a father and son. Then I leaned into him a little and opened my lips, my tongue touching his lips. Instinctively, he opened his lips and I touched his tongue with mine. I could faintly taste my own cum in his mouth as I kissed him passionately. We made out like that for several minutes, with the porn video providing a soundtrack. When I began running my hands up and down his body he reacted strongly, leaning against me and hugging me tightly. But when I attempted to touch his little hard on, which I could feel against my thigh he pulled back slightly. I asked him what was wrong. "Not yet, daddy., this was just for you," was all he said. I let it go and sighed, laying back. He continued to rest his head on my chest and I felt my eyes grow heavy. When I woke up next morning the TV was off and Ben was curled up next to me. I had a headache from drinking too much beer, and I winced a the memory of what had happened, wondering if it had been a dream. As I scratched my stomach and felt flakes of dried cum in my pubic hair and knew it hadn't been a dream. I got up and showered and when I walked back into the bedroom Ben was gone but I could hear him rummaging around downstairs in the kitchen, presumably getting breakfast. He was in clean shorts and t-shirt when I stepped into the kitchen and made my way to the coffee maker. "How's it going?", I asked casually. He smiled brightly at me as he took another spoonful of cereal. "Good, daddy, what are we gonna do today? Can we go for a hike?" I was relieved to see that he didn't seem upset or bothered by what we had shared the night before. In fact, he seemed 100% normal. I smiled at him and said, "Sure, we can go hiking, if you want." I smiled even more broadly wondering what it was going to be like going forward from this point. This is my first attempt at writing a story. 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