Date: Thu, 20 Aug 2020 09:16:11 -0700 From: Ellis Blackwater Subject: A Father-Son Moment Jaxson stood in the doorway to my room, naked as the day he was born. "Dad, I'm out of lube. Can I use some of yours?" His right hand held the fleshlight I had gotten him for his 14th birthday. His boner "Jaxster" sticking out from the sparse patch of pubes told me it was an emergency. "Sure." I pointed to the dresser on the far wall. "It's in the drawer." "Thanks." He hurried to the dresser, boner bobbing with each step. A sparkle glimmered off the tip just peeking out from the skin tightly wrapped around the head, precum catching the light. The fleshlight didn't have its cover. A pink, silicon pussy looked at me from atop the dresser after Jaxson laid it down. The center hole looked a little bigger than it did a few months ago. When Jaxson had first opened it on his birthday, practically ripping off the cover to take a look at it, he frowned. "How's my dick supposed to fit in this?" He turned it to me, showing the pinky-sized hole. "It stretches," I said, "it's supposed to be tight to feel like a real pussy." "How do you know what a real pussy feels like?" He chuckled before taking another look at it. Cautiously, his finger prodded the outside, playing with the fake clit before returning to the center. It slid in, his eyes growing in amazement. "It's so tight!" Taking the finger out, his hand immediately went into his lap, stroking. I looked over, seeing Jaxster hard and ready to fuck. His hood slid across his head quickly. "Wanna use it now?" I asked. Jaxson's face lit up. Some of my underwear nearly fell out of the drawer as he rummaged through it. His smooth, pale ass stood out from the tanned skin. Lines just above and below his cheeks framed them. He looked over his shoulder. "Here?" "Yeah, in the very ba--." "Got it!" He gave it a shake to see how much was left. With his head slightly turned, I could see the hint of a smile. "Try not to use it all, okay?" "I won't." With the lube in one hand and fleshlight in the other, he made his way towards the hall, practically running. "Jaxson." His face turned to me, giving me a what did I do? look. Jaxster sprung up and down from the sudden stop. His low-hanging, hairless balls swung a little. "Are you going to go to sleep right after you cum?" He thought about it for a second. His hand gave Jaxster a few strokes. More precum oozed out. His thumb rubbed against the tip, coating it even more. "Yeah, probably. Do you need it back?" I thought about Jaxson cumming into his fleshlight. His final thrust, hard and deep inside, always brought his ass off the bed, or couch, or floor, or chair, or table, or desk, or washing machine. His toes always curled. Legs tensed. Abs clenched. After the waves of pleasure coursed through him, his body would rest back down. For the next few minutes, you couldn't force him up even if the house were on fire. "No, it's okay. I can get it later." I looked him up and down. My son, adopted a little over a year ago, was standing in front of me not only completely naked, but with his most personal, private body part fully exposed. He didn't care that I could see it. Or that it was hard and his "true" size revealed. It didn't matter to him that I could see how many or how few pubes he had. Obviously, he was just about to participate in every boy's favorite personal pastime, to indulge in his lust and experience the most intense pleasure imaginable. If watching porn, he would emulate the male actor, mimicking the on-screen movements of the giant cock pounding a tight pussy. Without porn, he would fantasize about girls from school, using their bodies for his pleasure, getting sucked by them before thrusting hard into their virgin pussies. There was no shame, no need to hide this from me. Not having enough lube to use to his sex toy, he had come to me holding it with no attempt to mask his intentions. He needed his dad--not his "fake" dad or his "gay" dad--just "dad." In his moment of desperate horniness, with his perverted, carnal mind and body entirely out in the open, he asked for my help. Lying atop my bed, reading just in my tight underwear, now even tighter from seeing and thinking about my super horny boy, I didn't try to cover it, either. First he gets hard and horny, then I get hard and horny. That's how it's always been. As we call it, second-hand horniness. "Actually," I smiled at him. "You can keep it for the night. Have fun." I winked as usual for when he was getting ready to do something horny. He smiled back. "Alright." His thin, nearly hairless body ran to the room. His door didn't close. There was no reason to close it, even during the day. Whether I walked past the open door or even into his room, he would keep on thrusting into whatever tight hole he had felt like using unless I called for him. Only then would the moaning and dirty talking stop. We both knew why he had run to his room. What he was doing in there. With my bottle of lube for the night, he would probably cum into the fleshlight at least three times, each time imagining how a real girl's pussy would feel. His morning wood would need to be satisfied tomorrow as well, usually by putting the fleshlight beneath his pillow and humping it with deep, slow thrusts. If we run into each other on his way to take a shower, his pubes might be matted from all the lube. If I just glance down at them, he would too, smiling and giving them a playful tug before going to the bathroom. A couple minutes later, familiar moans came from down the hall. Either "fuck my dick" or "suck my dick" followed. Next was something about "your pussy." His voice grew louder and higher. Only moans came out. Then "cu...cumming. Cumming!" I never knew if he would announce his orgasms to me or to whatever girl, or girls, he was fucking in his fantasy, but either way, he would do it even when I was in the same room. I couldn't read anymore. Like my son, once my horniness began, nothing else mattered. My leaking hardness smacked against my stomach once freed, making a sound Jaxson would've thought hilarious. Regret started building, regret for not joining him. But having seen him and his fleshlight countless times, the memories would be enough. Just that afternoon, I had come home from work to find him in the living room with the fleshlight stuffed between the couch cushions. His bare ass pounding like a horny dog. His nearly-hairless crotch slamming against the fake pussy. "Yeah, you like that." He was looking away from me, either not knowing I was there or not caring. "Oh fuck." I went to the kitchen to fix dinner, and to keep watching. Dog-like panting grew louder until he came. "Hey, Dad." Turning to me once recovered, his face and bare skin glistened like after edging for an hour. "When's dinner ready?" The first shot of cum hit my face. If Jaxson weren't already asleep, my moan would've woken him.