Date: Sun, 3 Sep 2023 05:16:18 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeremy Reynolds Subject: Chapter 13 of A Heart Big Enough A Heart Big Enough By Jeremy Reynolds (Copyright: all rights reserved. This story may be re-published with permission, in the current or in a proofed, edited form approved of by the author.) Hello! Disclaimer: I do *not* at all condone many of the behaviors depicted in this fantasy, seeing as they occur between adults and minors. In real life, someone who does what the adults in this story do are doing something very harmful. At times some of the adults may discuss the morality of adult-minor relationships. These are solely the views of the characters themselves and they only serve the purpose of furthering the story along. Any resemblances to real places or people, organizations etc, is entirely coincidental and is used fictionally. 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Please use this link to make a donation: https://donate.nifty.org/) This story features themes of gay incest, with depictions of parents and their teenage children engaging in sexual behavior together. There is also some "piss play" in it, especially toward the end. There are five main characters in this story: -Kyle and Daniel, adult brothers -Caleb (9 years old), Kyle's son -Jesse and Nathan ("Nate") (both 11 years old), Daniel's twin boys The various chapters are from their various points of view, as indicated in each subtitle. The chapters tend to grow longer as the story goes on. I'll post the shorter ones together sometimes. Chapter 13: Kyle Leaving San Michelle that morning was one of the hardest things I'd ever had to do. I knew that we would be returning soon, and that eventually we would be moving here, but it was painful anyway. The idea of being away from him, my brother Daniel, for even two weeks was excruciating after the unleashed love we had shared together last night, after we had given ourselves full permission then to explore not only our own sexual and romantic relationship, but to also give license to each other to explore our strange and wonderful feelings for our sons. The knowledge that at least I had him, my beautiful baby boy, Caleb ... that acted as a balm for my hurts. But I had no idea if anything would come of that, if Caleb would reciprocate my advances or even if I would have the guts to make a move. So many unknowns ... Before we got any of the kids up, Daniel and I lay in his bed in each others arms, both of us coming down from a another round of frottage-induced climaxes we had shared that morning after waking up. The smell of fresh semen lingered in the air above and around us, while a shaft of light coming in from a crack in the blinds pierced that salty, invisible cloud and landed on our bare thighs. I gazed into my brother's eyes and said, in a half-whisper, "That was nice." "I'd say so, too," he said, leaning over to kiss me. "I could lay here forever, sweetheart," I said, running my fingers through his messy blond hair. "We are for sure moving here. I'll make it work." Making it work would mean making it work career-wise. I had plenty of money saved up for a big move, but I held a very difficult-to-replace position with the company I worked for, and I wasn't totally sure yet if they'd let me work remotely in the near future. "I know," Daniel said, smiling so sweetly. "Love finds a way, as they say." He sighed, then asked, "So, when are you going to talk to Caleb?" That was a great question. He was saying "when" but I was still finding myself wondering "if." I answered, "I don't know yet ... Maybe sometime next weekend?" I added my own question for him, "Are you going to talk to Jesse today?" "I think I should," he replied. "Sooner the better, to make things right between us, whether or not we ... do anything else, you know?" "Yeah, poor guy," I said. We kissed several more times, and then we both came in for a long, close hug, chest to chest, penis to penis. I felt a knot in my chest and became aware that I was shedding tears. I looked up into his face and saw that he, too, was crying, paths of tears flowing down both cheeks toward his chin. "I'm going to miss you so much, Daniel," I said, as he held his hand against my cheek. "I love you, so much." "I will miss you, too." We lay there caressing each other and exchanging occasional kisses, before we both finally agreed it was getting too late and Caleb and I would have to start getting ready to go. We decided to shower together, to extend the intimate moment a little further. We took turns washing each other, all the while stealing kisses and giggling at each other's bad jokes. It truly did feel like old times again. It's like we had reverted to our teenage selves and were basking in the rays of our young love, rekindled. We continued to be playful with each other until right before the boys came downstairs for breakfast. "Good morning," Daniel said, greeting Jesse who was the first to show up. Jesse wore a clearly sad expression on his face, though he attempted to smile up at his dad. He went over to the pantry and started getting some cereal ready. Nate and Caleb came next, together as always. They both looked more anxious than sad. I caught them gazing at each other from time to time, their eyes wide as if trying to take in more of each other before the time we would have to head out. Caleb and I met eyes a few times as well, and every time that happened he averted his and his face would look a little flushed out for a second. I knew he must be as depressed as me, leaving San Michelle for what seemed like a long time at the moment. I felt a closeness to him for that, however, for the grief we would be sharing. It was a bit more complicated, these feelings, however, since after Daniel and my discussion last night and again this morning, I was now contemplating the real possibility of entering into a sexual or romantic relationship with my son. I wondered how Caleb truly felt about me. There had been times over the years where the attraction really appeared to be mutual, but was I merely projecting my own wishes onto him, in those moments? Maybe I was just assuming he would feel the same about me as I had felt about his grandfather? Given the potential fallout of me trying to advance upon him and him not wanting to reciprocate, could I risk making any moves at all? That could destroy us both, and he in particular was vulnerable at this age. But ... if I was reading the signs right, and we did begin to explore an intimate relationship together, wouldn't that be such pure bliss? I loved Daniel, yes, but there did seem to be a special love there for Caleb, my adorable son, my beautiful baby boy, who had for several years been my moon and stars, my everything. "You all packed up, sweetie?" I asked him now, as he sat at the counter next to his cousin eating a piece of toast. "Yeah, I am," he said. He looked up at me and asked, "What about you, Daddy?" "Mostly," I lied. I actually hadn't packed at all, but it wouldn't take me too long. "You guys going to listen to more Harry Potter on the drive?" Nate asked, from the other side of Caleb. "Probably," Caleb answered, turning to his cousin (and crush!) and smiling in a really cute way. "What are you guys doing today?" Nate turned to Jesse, who still looked really sad. He said, "I don't know exactly, but I was thinking maybe me and Jesse could hang out a bit, have a brothers day." He turned to Daniel, who was observing all of this with some interest, and said, "Is that ok with you, Dad?" "Totally," Daniel said, though I could tell he was kind of surprised and maybe a little disappointed since it might mean pushing back his apology to Jesse. "Whatever you guys want to do is fine with me." We all finished breakfast and then Daniel and I went over to the den, where all my stuff was. I started to unpack. As I did so, Daniel sat on the couch watching me, making random comments every so often. I think both of us felt the weight of the parting that would soon be upon us, but we didn't quite know how to best prepare for it right now. I wondered how Caleb and the twins were coping so far. After zipping up my suitcase and backpack, I turned to my brother who had risen up from the couch. We met in an embrace, holding each other by the sides, and I saw tears welling up again in his pretty blue eyes. I felt tears of my own, spilling down my cheeks. Our lips met in a short series of small kisses, before we finally collapsed into each other. I felt like holding him forever and ever, never letting him go. I felt like I might start sobbing any minute if we kept this up. "It won't be long," Daniel said, patting me on the back. "Just know that I love you, so much." I pulled my head back to look him in the eye again, and then came in for another kiss. This one was deeper, more sensual, my tongue sliding into his mouth for a moment. "I love you too, Daniel," I said, swallowing hard. "So much." We hugged one more time before deciding to part and to head downstairs again. There, we found the boys all sitting on the living room couch, Caleb's things sitting by the door. Nate had his arm around Caleb, and it was situated so that his hand lay lightly upon Jesse's shoulder, where Jesse sat right next to Caleb on the other side. All three of them looked like they had been crying, Caleb and Nate most of all. "You ready?" I asked Caleb, doing my best to keep composure. He nodded, so they stood up and we all went to the front door, shared another round of very close hugs, and then Caleb and I made our way out to our car. I put our stuff in back and we sat up front. Nate, Jesse and Daniel stood there in the yard watching us as we pulled away. Daniel had his hands on his sons' shoulders, one on each side of him. My son and I drove for a little while in silence, and then I turned on the radio but kept the volume low. He and I said a few things to each other here and there, just small talk mostly, until Caleb gave voice to our shared experience: "I'll miss them so much," he said. "I loved being there." I glanced over at him and saw that his eyes were beginning to well up again. I suspected mine would do the same here in a few minutes. "I will too," I said. "Me and your uncle really reconnected a lot ..." I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should say anything else about that, about just how reconnected Daniel and I had become. Before I could say anything else, though, Caleb asked: "Did you guys decide on anything about starting your ... relationship up again?" he asked. "Well ..." I began, "We, um, have decided that yes, we will be starting things up again ... In fact, things got, uh, sexual last night, the most sexual so far. We ... kind of made love, a couple times ..." He gazed in my direction for a moment, a blank look on his little face, then he averted his eyes and looked at some of the passing scenery for a moment. At last he said, turning again to look at me, "I'm happy for you, Daddy ... Uncle Daniel is a great man, and I know you two were so close before ..." "Thank you," I said back softly. A few minutes later, I heard Caleb sniffling and I looked over and saw him using his hand to wipe his cheek. My heart melted for him. Hardly without being aware of what I was doing, I reached out and placed my hand on his thigh, below the hem of his shorts. He placed one of his hands over mine in return, and caressed mine with his little thumb. "I love you, Daddy," he said with a gulp. "I'm sad that we're leaving San Michelle, but I'm so glad that we can comfort each other, you and me ..." "Me too," I agreed. "And I love you too, Caleb ... Maybe more than you know." We drove almost the rest of the way in silence or near silence, listening to the music. I kept my hand on his thigh the whole time, occasionally affectionately rubbing his skin with my fingers. He stopped crying soon after we had stopped talking, and he would look over at me with a cute smile every so often, appearing much more at peace. At home, we both went our separate ways to unpack, and he took a shower while I began making us a somewhat late lunch. He came out of the shower wearing his pajama top with some little shorts he wore to bed sometimes, as opposed to his PJ pants. "Hey, you're in your PJs, and it's only 1 o'clock!" I said, chuckling. "We're not going anywhere tonight, right, Daddy?" he asked. "Might as well just hang out in something comfortable!" "Yeah, that's a good point!" I remarked, plopping a plate in front of him with one of the two sandwiches I'd made for us. "I don't think there's anything wrong with wearing PJs all day. Maybe I should get in mine, too?" He giggled, then said, "You should wear the PJs I got you for Christmas. They're so cute." He was referring to a set of polka-doted blue and white PJs he had bought for me at the mall last year. It was a pretty basic button-up top and pants bottom set. I hadn't worn it much, but if he said he thought they were "so cute," maybe I should try them out again. Oh, and speaking of cute ... "You're the cute one, cutie pie," I said, taking a bite of my sandwich. "If there were a contest on world's cutest boy, I think you'd take the cake." I smiled brightly over at him, where he sat next to me devouring his own sandwich. "I think you're biased, Daddy," he said back, his whole demeanor seeming so playful right now. "But I'll take the compliment! I do think I'm pretty cute, all things considered." I laughed and tried to think of something witty to say but couldn't think of anything at the moment. Instead I just asked, "So, what do you want to do tonight, you little Cutie McCutie?" "Hmmm," he started, looking up and holding his chin between some of his fingers. "How about ..." He suddenly brightened up and said, "How about we have a spa night? We can give each other massages and maybe do mud masks or something. We could also, um, make our own jacuzzi in the bath tub in your room! What do you think?" Wow, how did he come up with some of these ideas?! Of course, I was extremely--extremely!--into his idea. I couldn't help but smile and say, "That sounds so fun! Let's do it!" "Awesome!" he practically yelled, getting up from his chair. "I'm so excited!" "I am too," I said. "I'll have to run out though and get some of the spa and bubble bath stuff--you do want some bubble bath stuff, right?" He nodded vigorously. "Do you want to come with me, or ...?" "Normally I would, but I think I should probably take a nap," he said. "I slept ok last night, I think, but I'm still feeling kinda sleepy. Is that ok with you?" "Of course, sweetheart," I replied. "I'll go right now, while I'm still in my regular clothes." We said our goodbyes and see-ya-laters and I got into the car and made my way to the store nearby. There, I rummaged around in the bathing section and picked up some face masks, massage oil, candles and of course bubble bath solution. I then found myself going over to the men's section. Caleb hadn't mentioned it earlier, but I figured we could use some nice spa robes. PJs were fun, but we didn't want those cute things to get stained with massage oil or face mask stuff, did we? I found a pair of thin, silky robes that I thought would work for us, one much smaller than the other. The smaller one was probably meant for a woman, and had been put here by mistake. It matched the bigger one, though, except that it was red while the bigger was blue. I briefly imagined what my son would look like in the smaller robe ... I was about to check out at the register with my things when I passed by the floral section. I saw that they were selling individual red roses, at a pretty decent price. One in particular was calling to me, so I went over and picked it up and bought it along with everything else. I didn't quite know yet what, if anything, I would be doing with it ... I headed home and saw that Caleb was still napping, holed away in his room. I decided I'd give him a little surprise, so I laid out the folded robes on the dining room table, along with the other items I'd bought. I put the red rose on top of his robe, feeling like that was just the right place for it. I also excitedly prepared my room and bathroom for our activities, my bedroom for the massages and face masks, and the bathroom for the jacuzzi. I laid out some sheets and towels on the bed, and put some of the candles in the bathroom along with my Bluetooth speaker. I looked over everything I had prepared, and found myself asking myself, "Have I done too much? Is this too much? Would he think all this was ... weird? And how would he feel about us doing the massages back here in my room, as opposed to doing it downstairs or somewhere else?" I also asked myself, "Am I going nuts right now?" I didn't know the answer to any of these questions, of course, but if there was a part of me that doubted myself, there was also another part of me that felt more sure than ever before that this was the right way to go with all this. Caleb and I had always been very close, having done a lot of pretty intimate cuddling in the past and having expressed a lot of physical daddy-son affection for each other. He wouldn't think all this was that weird, if in fact he didn't have the same level of interest in me as I had in him. However--if he did feel the same about me, as I did about him, then perhaps he'd read a bit more into all this, and maybe, just maybe, all this would help us to connect on that ... deeper level that I so desired right now. I went back downstairs, sat on the couch, and flipped on the TV. I was browsing through the channels when I heard Caleb behind me, saying, "Hey, Daddy." He came around the couch and sat next to me, smiling up into my face looking really refreshed. "Hey, cutie," I said. "You get enough of your beauty rest?" He laughed and replied, "I hope so. If not, we do have the face masks to do tonight." Was he flirting with me here? I asked myself. Maybe, or maybe not ... but I sure liked it, whatever it was! "Speaking of face masks," I started, "They're over on the dining room table, if you wanna check them out." He hopped up and I followed him into the dining room. He saw the things I had laid out and exclaimed, "Oh, wow! You got us robes, too!" He looked at both of them in turn, paying special attention to the rose. He looked up at me and asked, "Which one's mine?" "Take a guess, sweetie," I said, smiling as I observed his every reaction. He looked down at the one with the rose, took the rose from off of it, and turned around holding the rose up to his nose. He smiled and said, "That one, right?" "Yup," I said, feeling surprisingly good and not too nervous, as I usually could be in similar situations with anyone I'm interested in. There was something about this situation that was making me bolder and without fear. "How ... romantic, Daddy," Caleb said, stepping toward me very slowly. He put the rose up to my nose and said, "Smells lovely, huh?" "Maybe as lovely as you'll smell after our bubble bath," I said, feeling really shocked that such things were coming out of my mouth right now, so forwardly! "Oh," he said, smiling up at me. He backed away and then turned around again to inspect the robe, having put the rose onto the table to the side. He half turned and said, "So do we ... put these over our swimsuits, or ...?" "Yeah, I think that would work," I answered, partly wishing I had suggested we both be naked beneath the silky fabrics of the robes. "I gotta take a shower, but I was thinking maybe we could order a pizza or something, and eat it together before we get started. That work? I can order it if you can pay the delivery boy ..." "I'm down," he said. So I called and ordered a large two topping pizza from one of our favorite joints, along with some 2-liter sodas. I briefly considered cracking open some wine or even champagne for us, but decided against it since I might end up drinking too much and would regret it later. I took my shower, and shaved parts of my body as I did so. I usually kept myself pretty well trimmed, all over, including around my genitals, so it didn't take too much time or effort. I got into my PJs, the ones Caleb likes, and headed downstairs. The aroma of pizza filled the air. "Dinner's ready," my son said, pointing to the table where he had set up a whole little scene for us, with placemats and glasses and even long red candles he had found in the pantry. He had placed the rose in a slender jar with some water at the bottom. It was situated between our plates, by the candles. He had the pizza out on a pizza pan near the head of the table. "Oh, so now who is the romantic one?" I asked, stepping toward my son and placing my hands on his sides. He giggled and said, "Like father, like son ..." We stood there and stared deeply into each other's eyes. I felt lost in his for a second, as if I would fall into them and drift in toward his pupils. I looked down at his lips, so thin and red, wanting so much to bend and press mine against them. "Thank you," I said. "For, uh, doing all this for us." "No problem, Daddy," he replied, those lips of his making a small smile. "Well, you, uh, ready to eat?" I asked. I immediately regretted not kissing him. It would have been so easy, and natural, to have done it right then! "Okay, yeah, let's eat," he said, honestly looking a bit disappointed himself. He and I separated, and as we did so I glanced down at my crotch, noticing that I was creating a massive tent in my pants and that there was even a little wet spot where the top of my penis was touching the fabrics ahead of it. I thought just then to look over at the front of my son's shorts and ... before I could get a good look, he was already sitting down. Darn! We ate and engaged in conversation, mostly about how good the food and drink was or about how much stuff we had to do before moving to San Michelle. It kind of stressed me out, talking about all that right now. I was simultaneously very excited, of course, to move there, to be closer to my brother-lover. I was even starting to wonder about Caleb and me not only moving there, but moving in with Daniel and the twins. We could be a big, happy family ... "So, how should we do this?" Caleb asked, taking a sip of the soda. "Hmm, how about ..." I said, thinking it over. "It may take us a little while to settle our stomachs, before the massages. How about we get changed and then do the face masks first?" "Great idea," he agreed. Then he added, "Where should we, um, do everything?" "Upstairs, in my room, if that's okay with you." "Perfect!" With that, we went our separate ways to don our suits and robes. I went upstairs to my bathroom and stripped naked. I stared for a second at myself in the mirror, taking a couple deep breaths, then I bent to put on my little blue Speedo. I was hard almost all this time, of course, so the Speedo didn't do a great job at fully covering me up. My shaft was pushing out the front of the suit so much that from above I could see the bare skin where it met the rest of my body. I threw the dark blue robe over myself and tied it around the waist. "Go time," I said to myself as I stepped out of the bathroom. I met Caleb downstairs in the living room. He was sitting there on the couch, in his robe. It was much shorter than my own (though mine was also on the shorter side for my build), the hem resting far up on his thighs. His legs looked so nice right now in the warm light coming down from a lamp over him. The red of the robe really accentuated those red lips of his, and the red in his cheeks. And for some reason his eyes looked so blue, sparkly blue, and his hair so blond. "Hey," he said, biting his lip. He looked me over, top to bottom and back up again, and then said, "You look great." "Thanks, you do too," I said in reply, coming over to the couch. I sat down next to him and put my arm around his back. I laid my free hand on his thigh, just below the hem. We looked at each other, half-smiling all the while. I, for one, kept looking down at his lips. The urge to kiss him was so powerful, so intense, so forceful ... But for some reason, my face didn't move any closer to him. It felt stuck! Then something amazing happened, a miracle ... Caleb slowly leaned over toward my frozen face, ever so slowly, all the while gazing at my lips. He didn't stop, though ... I felt like I might die for joy when I finally felt him against me, those little red lips against mine ... It was a simple kiss, our mouths meeting only for a second or two, though it generated such a sweet, soft smack. Afterward, he gazed up at me, his face wearing an expression that seemed a mix of nervousness and ... desire. I could hardly process what had just happened. "Is that, um, ok, Daddy ... ?" I heard him asking, biting his lip again. I snapped out of it, the frozen state I had been in, and then the realization hit me, vividly real, that my son had just kissed me ... He had kissed me! This meant ... This meant that ... Oh, could I finish the thought? I had to! Caleb was sitting there waiting for my reply ... At last, I did reply ... I bent over toward him, not as slowly as he had leaned into me a moment before, and pushed my lips against his. I, however, let them linger there for probably a good 20 or 30 seconds. I was enjoying the feel of the soft, velvety sweetness of his lips. When we pulled away from each other, our lips made a much louder and juicier smacking sound. "Daddy ..." Caleb said then, looking up at me, apparently trying to catch his breath, his cheeks so rosy red in this light. "That was ..." "Magical," I said. I broke our gaze for a moment to look down at my hand on his thigh. I gently squeezed him there, and then brought my eyes up again to his. My voice seemed to crack a little as I said, "That was magical, Caleb ... A dream come true." "For me, too," he answered, glancing down at my lips again for a moment. "Daddy, I ... love you ..." He met my eyes again with his, and swallowed. "I mean, I really love you ... I'm in love with you, and have been for a very long time, maybe my whole life ..." I almost burst inside with happiness, overwhelmingly pure bliss and excitement, and a deep, tender affection, as well as a powerful longing. I said softly, "I have loved you too, Caleb, since you were very young. I think I have wanted you since I held you in my arms for the first time ... I wanted to kiss those cute little baby lips of yours. I wanted to hold your small body against mine, skin-to-skin." "I wanted you to kiss and hold me in the tub once," my son said, seeming to be losing himself in the memories as much as I at this moment. "I wanted you to get in with me, naked, and I wanted your strong arms around me ..." We both leaned in a third time toward each other, very slowly, with eyes closed ... I felt his mouth against mine again, and this time one kiss turned into two, and two into three, one gentle, tender kiss after another. After a few of these I began to be able to taste his saliva. I wanted more, and he seemed to understand because he started to open his mouth, allowing my lips to squeeze each of his in turn. A few magical kisses later and I was sliding my tongue into that open mouth of his, licking up beneath his teeth and pressing into his own slick tongue. He began to follow my example, slipping his in between my lips and sometimes going in as far as it could reach. Meanwhile, my hand on his thigh drifted up his leg toward his groin, and came to rest on the hard little mound his boy's cock made with the fabric of the silky smooth robe. He ventured a bit with his own hand, caressing me on my thigh, sliding his fingers up and down just below the hem. This continued like this for several minutes before I pulled back from him again and we again stared deeply into each other's eyes. I brought my hand back down to his thigh. "Caleb, sweetheart," I said, after having caught my breath a bit. "I need to make sure ... Do you want this? I mean, do you really want this?" He leaned over and kissed me again, a lighter one this time, and then said, "I do ... I want this. I have wanted this for so long. I know what it means too ... I know what I want." I felt such joy hearing that, but then I seemed to see myself in him in that moment ... I saw myself as an 8 or 9 year old, about his size, and with his blue eyes and wavy blond hair. And as I saw this, my younger self in him, I also felt myself becoming my father. It was a strange sensation ... In my mind's eye, then, I saw this child, the child who I had been, laying on his bed and mourning a deep loss, his Daddy and lover having gone away ... "Caleb, I feel like I need to tell you something, before we, uh, do anything else," I said, searching for words. "When I was about your age, I ... had a, uh, sexual, and romantic ... relationship with my father, your Grandpa ... It went on for a long time, too, or a pretty long time ..." His face seemed to light up a lot hearing this, as if this was all more music to his ears. "But Caleb ... he ended up leaving us, leaving me, when he and your Grandma divorced. We never did anything else together, or anything like this, I mean ... and I was so heartbroken. He was my whole world at the time. I felt so ... rejected and abandoned and unloved. The hurt remained for a long time, though a lot of healing eventually happened in me after me and your uncle began our relationship ..." Caleb became much more somber hearing this, and he said, very softly, "I'm sorry, Daddy ..." "Anyway, I wouldn't ... want the same thing to happen between us, between you and me," I said, glancing down again at my hand on his thigh for a moment. "I will always be your dad, and taking good care of you will always be the priority ..." "Thank you for that, Daddy," my son said. "I know that we don't know what will happen in the future, but ... I feel so good about this, and it just ... feels like the right thing to do, for me ..." "Me too," I said, my heart beginning to flutter with joy again as I said it. "Let's try to take things easy a little bit, maybe ... as much as we both can. I don't know what that looks like yet, but we'll be able to feel things out, I think ..." "Deal," he said, smiling brightly up at me, his eyes trailing down again to my lips. "Oh, and I also wanted to talk about Nate, and Uncle Daniel ..." Before I could finish, Caleb said, "I do love him, Daddy. I really do. But I think I can love you both at the same time. Nate himself said so ... He said we could do that so long as our `hearts are big enough.'" I was so surprised to hear this! He was saying almost the same thing I and Daniel had said about this last night after we made love. Had Daniel mentioned this to Nate or Jesse? Regardless, hearing my son say it in this moment made me really believe it could be true. I also loved my brother, as he did his cousin, and I also felt like I could love more than one person, that my heart was "big enough." "I feel the same way, about Daniel," I said, feeling burst after burst of happiness about how all of this seemed to be working out so nicely. Caleb smiled, the same or a similar happiness appearing to flood over him as well. He caressed my thigh again with his fingers and said, "I'm so glad about all that, that we get each other ... I do want to say, though, that I think you and me, Daddy, have something special. I mean, that our love is somehow special, and different than the love I feel toward Nate." "I know what you mean, sweetheart," I said, continuing to rejoice internally. "I have felt this intense, mystical, magical bond between us since you were born. Maybe it's because we're father and son, or maybe we're soulmates or something. But in any case, you are the one who I can most easily see myself wanting to spend eternity with, not just life." "You're so sweet," Caleb said, a tear flowing down his cheek. "I love you so much, Daddy!" "I love you too, son!" We collapsed into an embrace, each of our chins resting on each of our shoulders, with our arms wrapped so tightly around each other. I felt a salty tear traveling down my own cheek. I felt so warm holding him, and having him holding me like this. I felt so comforted, safe and secure. Fulfilled. We pulled away from each other part of the way, exchanged smiles, then came in for another series of kisses. They were innocent enough at first but before I hardly knew it we were taking turns sucking each other's lips and our tongues were clashing between us, back and forth, and I could tell my chin and cheeks were becoming slicker with our shared saliva. Both of us were also exploring each other's bodies with our hands, our fingers and palms sliding around from our sides and waists on up onto our chests and stomachs, arms, and of course our legs and on and around our erect cocks beneath the fabrics. Before long each of us was moaning, and I almost felt like I could have an orgasm any moment ... "Daddy," Caleb said, between two sensuous kisses. I opened my eyes and stared into his, seeing this almost deeply intoxicated look in them and on his whole face. He was breathing rapidly, but managed to say, "I'm going to cum!" I had been semi-consciously pressing and then squeezing his boy cock through the robe. Right after he announced his coming climax, I felt that cock of his convulsing between my fingers. He was already cumming! He let out a little moan that almost sounded like a whimper at the end, and I pulled him into my chest and held his head against me, my fingers running through his lovely blond hair. He was trying to catch his breath. Once he had gained some level of composure again, he raised his head and moved in for another couple of kisses, simple ones this time. He looked up into my eyes, his seeming to be glowing. He said, "Daddy ... that felt so good." He then pulled back a little and looked down at my crotch, at the huge bump in my lap. He looked back up at me and asked, "Can I make you feel good, too?" I hugged him to me again, as before, and whispered, "Not yet ... I can wait, sweetheart." "I love you," I heard him say, his voice a bit muffled because his mouth was still pressed against my robed chest. "I love you too, Caleb." A few minutes later I let him go a little and looked down at him, loving seeing him greeting me there with a bright smile. "Hey," he said. "Hey," I repeated. "How about we get going with our spa night? Would you like that, cutie pie?" He chuckled and said, "Sure thing, Daddy Bear." I took his hand in mine as we both stood up, and I led him upstairs to my bedroom and closed the door behind us. I went over to the candles I had set up on the dresser and lit their wicks, causing the room to be illuminated by warm, flickering light. I went over to a speaker I had set up next to the mounted TV and turned it on. On my phone I went into Spotify and hit the "play button" after finding an appropriate playlist. It was all the in the vein of sensual R&B, including most predominantly songs by or inspired by Sade. The smooth, groovy music filled the room. "I like this," Caleb said, his hands on his hips as he looked around. "Good idea on putting the towels down on the bed." I stepped over toward him, smiling as always tonight, and took his hands in mine. I stopped right in front of him and bent down to kiss him on the lips again. As I did so, I felt my still hard cock push into him, poking into his stomach. "Face masks first?" I asked, after our kiss. He nodded, so I went over and picked up the masks from off of the dresser. He and I sat on the bed as we both attempted, and then succeeded, in putting on the masks. Both of them were made of black mud. It was funny seeing each other like that. We made several jokes. We also found lots of little opportunities to touch each other, and we did steal a number of kisses as well. One such kiss came right after each of us had peeled off our masks. It had quickly turned sensual, tongues having made their appearance. "Massages ... ?" I half-asked, after our kiss. "Uh huh," he responded, in a semi-sarcastic way. "How do you want to do this?" he asked, biting his lip again in such a cute way. "How about ... I do you first?" I suggested. "I can show you how it's done." "Okay, Daddy," he said. "I'll try to be a good student." He winked at me. "What should I do ... ?" "Let's ... get a little more comfortable first ..." I said. I stepped away from him a little and then brought my hands down to his waist. There, I took the ends of the silky fabric around him and began untying it. That done, I slid my hands onto his stomach, his bare skin, and traveled up with them up to and then over his little nipples. They seemed to harden with my touch. I then slid up a bit higher, to his shoulders, where I slowly pushed the opening of the robe away from his center until the whole thing was able to slide down off of his shoulders. The robe fell to the carpet behind him, leaving him standing there in only his cute little Speedo. It was blue and had little wave patterns all over it. Looking down at him, I could see that he was hard again and, like me, he was pushing the front of the suit out so much that from above I could see where his shaft met his groin. My eyes drank in the rest of him, paying special attention to his flat, white stomach with its cute little button and his tiny nipples. When I raised my eyes again and met his, he had that same intoxicated look on his face again, his eye lids half-closed. He had his lips parted slightly. "You want to help me ... ?" I asked, smiling and guiding his hands to my waist. He nodded. He began to do as I had done with him. He untied the waistband, slid his hands onto my stomach, over each of my nipples (which definitely did harden up!), and then up to my shoulders where he pushed the robe open until I felt it falling off behind me. We were both standing there in only our Speedos, both of us hard behind the little bits of suit that still separated us. "Turn around," I said in a half-whisper. "Yes, Daddy," he said. He did as I asked. I gazed down a moment at that bubble butt of his in the Speedo. It was definitely bubbly, very plump and round for his age. I slid my hands down his back and then over both of those beautiful mounds of his, enjoying feeling their buoyancy against my palms. I slid my fingers down past the Speedo's waistband until I was touching him skin-to-skin. I closed my hands around the band and the fabric and started pushing it down over his butt, revealing his crack. I kept pushing them down his thighs, the back of his knees, and down to his feet, having to bend slightly for the purpose of helping him step out of them entirely. He now stood before me naked from head to toe, his luscious behind looking good enough to eat right now. "You want to do me, from the back?" I asked, holding his sides for a moment. "Yes, Daddy," he said, nodding. I turned around before he did, presenting my back and behind to him as he had done for me. He followed the same routine, his hands fondling my butt cheeks, his thin fingers sliding down past my waist band. He also pushed the Speedo down until I could kick it off of my feet. I was about to turn around, when I felt those hands of his on me again, each of them on each of my bare cheeks. He squeezed both of them, first separately and then together, against one another. Then I felt something poking up into the bottom of my crack. It slid up a little, penetrating me more deeply as it went. I knew it was his penis. "I like that," I said, reaching back and holding him at the hips as he continued to slid himself in me. "I'm glad," he whispered, leaning in and kissing my back. "I love your butt, Daddy Bear ... It's so big and smooth ..." "My butt loves you too, Cutie McCutie," I said with a giggle. "I love you, too!" "Never would have guessed!" my son replied sarcastically. Down below, he squeezed and then parted my cheeks. His cock's head slid up a little until I could feel it against my anus. I moaned a little at the contact. He suddenly pulled back and said, "So, I'm first up, for the massages?" He stepped around me before I could turn again, and I watched, mesmerized, as he went over to the bed, his hips swaying and that gorgeous ass of his on full display. Right before he got up onto the bed, he half-turned and winked at me with a sly smile. I continued to watch, absorbed, as he got down onto one of the towels on his stomach, his back facing up to the ceiling. I followed him and got up onto the bed on my knees, to the side of him. I reached over to the nightstand, took some the bottle of massage oil, and squeezed some of it out onto my hand. I also dripped a lot of it out over Caleb's back, butt and legs. I brought my hands down to his back, starting around his shoulder blades, and began massaging him. "That feels so good, Daddy," Caleb said below me, his head turned to in my direction. His eyes were closed. I lowered my hands, bringing them down to his lower back. Then I slid them onto his butt, one hand on each of the two, round globes. I squeezed each of them, as Caleb had squeezed mine earlier, squeezing them individually and then together, pressing his cheeks inward. I also tried to roll them around a little in my hands, pulling them apart from each other from time to time. This allowed me to catch glimpses of his small, round and pink anus. My fingers dived into the crack above and below it, and I spent a few seconds resting one of my fingers directly on his boy's hole. "Mmmm ... I love it, how you're touch me down there," my son informed me. "I have wanted to do this for a long time," I said, pushing my finger into his little orifice, just a little. "I used to think about touching you like this when you were a baby, and I was changing your diaper." "I wish you had touched me like that, back then," Caleb said, smiling at the idea. I glanced down at my groin and saw that my madly swollen cock was slimey with precum, it oozing from my tip above my bulbous glans. There were practically globs of my precum dripping down onto my son's legs. I let go of his butt cheeks and repositioned myself above him so that I was straddling him, one knee on each of the sides of his waist. I squeezed my cock a couple times until a few big blobs of my precum fell onto his butt cheeks and slid down into his crack. I lowered myself so that my heavy balls lay at the bottom of his crack. I then slid my cock around over each of his cheeks, spreading my precum mixed with the massage oil. I finally pressed the underside of my shaft down between his cheeks, so that it lay there almost like a hotdog in a round bun. "Daddy, you have such a big cock," Caleb said. "Mmmmm ..." "How'd you learn that language?" I asked, pretending to be angry. He laughed and said, "The Internet! Also maybe Nate ... You gonna punish me, Daddy?" "If you deserve it!" I bent down over him, my penis still laying on his butt, and I kissed him on the neck several times, and then up on his upturned ear. I whispered in it, saying the following and kissing between some of the words: "Nah, how could I punish my sweet, beautiful, wonderful, sexy, hot, babe, of a son?" He giggled wildly, hearing all that and feeling my lips upon him. I sat back up and moved my legs back to one side of him, as they had been before. I squeezed a little more of the massage oil onto my hands and spread my fingers up and down over the back of his thighs and calf muscles. "Ok, other side," I said, patting his butt playfully. "Yes, Daddy," he replied. I watched as he flipped around, mesmerized at his every movement. His cock was skinny, pointy, and absolutely hairless, and his little ballsack hung up tight just beneath it. I admired it, almost considering it my handy work. He starred up at me, at times openly gazing at my much bigger, heavier penis, which was still dripping loads of precum. Before I could say or do anything else, he reached out and touched me, his little pointer finger pressing right into a glob of precum on my tip. He pinched a bit of the stuff between his finger and his thumb and then brought it up to his nose, and then held it in front of his lips. He said, glancing from it to me, "I came from here ... I was one of these little sperms in this stuff." He stuck out his tongue and licked up the glob, meeting my eyes with his all the while. "Mmm, I want to drink it ..." he said. "I want to drink you up, Daddy." "How'd you get so sexy?" I asked. "And yeah, I made you, baby." I lowered my hand and slid it down to his cock, my fingers grazing him all along his skinny shaft. I used my other hand to squeeze out drops of the massage oil onto his front side. Then I again straddled him, this time around his thighs. I rubbed the oil all over his chest and stomach, taking extra time to rub each of his nipples, on and around them. He watched me as I did so, the two of us passing moments where we would be kind of lost in each others eyes. I rubbed the oil into his cock, pressing it into the sensitive skin around and under its head. I descended to his balls, feeling each of them with my fingers one at a time. "Mmmmm ... Daddy," my son said, his eyes closed now, his face radiating pleasure. "Mmmmm." I took my cock in my free hand and lowered it down over his until our tips were touching. More of my precum leaked out, this time dripping down onto his shaft. He had his eyes open again and was staring down at his groin. I slid my penis up and down along his, while my balls dropped down to lay upon his. A moment later and I felt his cock convulsing against mine, and he squealed, saying, "Daddy!" as he experienced his second orgasm tonight. This was all so incredibly stimulating, and so pleasurable, and so hot, that I knew I couldn't last. I squeezed our cocks together between my palms and in moments strings of cum were shooting out of me, my penis moving a little in pumping motions against his. My cum flew out onto my son's stomach and chest and a little got onto his chin. I moaned so loudly, crazily, as I reached that earth shattering climax. The next couple minutes were a blur: a flurry of sloppy French kisses, still hard but softening penises rubbing together, the smell and taste of cum and sweat, mixed in with massage oil and the aroma of candles. When I came to, I was laying down on top of him and breathing heavily, my hands around his sides, his straining back toward my butt. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" Caleb was saying, between breaths. "Daddy, I love you so much!" "I love you, too, sweetheart, baby, lover," I said in reply. We lay like that for probably about 5 more minutes, both of us coming down from our almost simultaneous orgasms. I felt my cock rapidly softening. It lay lopsided against his thigh, dripping cum. His was seemingly hard again. Or maybe it hadn't gone down yet at all? Oh to be young again! I flopped off of him and lay at his side, putting my arms around him, one beneath his head and the other at his side. He put one of his hands over mine and with the other he began lightly circling around my flaccid penis, as if outlining its shape. We kissed again, another handful of times, and also passed some of that time just gazing at each other, my eyes to his. "That was so amazing," he said. "I've never experienced anything so wonderful, Daddy." "Same here," I said, honestly. "I have had some very special moments with Grandpa and with your uncle ... but nothing ever approached this. I am so in love with you, Caleb, my sweetheart, my darling baby boy ..." "I am so in love with you, too, Daddy," he replied. "And me and Nate ... we've done things, some pretty amazing things, but nothing this amazing ..." "You're definitely my soulmate, if I have one," I said softly, feeling such overwhelming, pure, infinite love for him in this moment, all through my being. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Caleb Traylor." "And I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Kyle Traylor, my big, strong, sweet, kind Daddy Bear." We kissed again several times, as we basked in each other's love. All the while, the whole time we both lay like this, my son's cock remained erect. I loved looking at it, where it stuck up so conspicuously between his legs. I wanted to kiss it, and lick it, and put it into my mouth ... I briefly remembered the first time I saw his penis, when he was only days old. I had had an image, then, of myself putting the entire thing into my mouth. He was a bit too big for that now, but I could still get so much of him inside, I knew. "Should I massage you, Daddy?" he asked, smiling up at me. "Sure, if you still want to," I said. "Back or front first?" He chose to imitate me, doing my back first. I lay on my front as he had, on the same towels, and allowed myself to enjoy feeling his tender little fingers sliding over my skin in the oil, his fingers and palms pressing into my muscles as he did his best to relieve any tensions in whatever area he explored. He went down to my butt and spent a lot of time playing with it. He openly slid his fingers up and down my crack, and I felt at least one of his digits sliding pretty far into my anus. Feeling him touching me there definitely did a lot to re-arouse me, and before long I was as hard as I had been before, pressing against the towel beneath. He again followed my example and slid his moist, hard cock around my cheeks and up into my crack. Unlike me, however, he also slid his little tip into my butt hole, just for a second. The feeling drove me wild! After my legs and feet, he had me turn around and he did my front, paying as much attention to my various parts as I had to his. He ended with my cock, slipping and sliding it around in his slick hands, my fresh precum spreading along with the oil. He also brought his penis up to mine, as I had done with him, but before we could get very far again in that direction, I lay my hand on his shoulder and said, "How about we do the jacuzzi?" He nodded, and we made our way to the bathroom, again holding hands as we did so. I bent in front of the tub and began filling it with steaming hot water and bubble bath mixture, while he relieved himself at the toilet nearby. I glanced back at him a couple times, getting glimpses of his penis as the yellow liquid streamed out of it. I went next, and noticed that he was openly staring at me, biting his lip in a silly way. Afterward, I went over and lit some of the other candles I had bought, and turned off the light. I switched the romantic R&B we had in the background to the other Bluetooth speaker, the one in the bathroom. I turned to my new lover and he and I embraced and just held each other and swayed to the music, my cock hard against his stomach, his against my thigh. The tub was full and looked ready, so I turned the faucet and then stepped in and invited him in after by the hand. I lay back against the side and he lay in front of me. I wrapped my arms around him to his front, and bent forward to kiss his neck. Below, my cock lay against his butt, somewhat lodged in his little crack. "Your grandpa and me used to do this," I commented, and kissed his neck again. "It's so ... weird," Caleb said now. "I mean, not weird in a bad way. What I mean to say is that it's weird that you also loved your dad, too, just like me. And just like with Jesse and Uncle Daniel." "Oh, so you do know about that?" I asked, craning my neck to look him in the face for a moment. "I suspected you knew ... Jesse told you?" "Yeah, he did," Caleb answered. "He told me and Nate last night. He said though that his dad regretted it, and said he did something wrong and hurt Jesse ..." "Uncle Daniel told me about it too, and yes, he did tell me he told Jesse he regretted it," I confirmed. "But ... he also said that he, uh, wanted Jesse ... or actually that he still wants him ..." I was struggling to find a good way to express all this. "Daniel said that he regrets not, um, doing more with Jesse ..." "You mean, he likes Jesse, too?" Caleb asked, his eyes wide. "And he ... wants to ... be romantic with him again?" "Yes, that's what he told me," I said, briefly wondering if I should have told my son about all this. "Jesse will be ... so happy!" Caleb said enthusiastically. "He was so sad last night ... This will rock his world!" I laughed, saying, "As rocked as your world is being rocked, cutie pie?" I hugged him closer and kissed him on the neck a few times, very playfully. He giggled and said, "Maybe, if he's lucky." He half-turned his neck toward me and we kissed again a few times. "Mmmm, you taste so good, Daddy." "You taste pretty good yourself, babe," I said, nibbling his ear. "Hey, so ..." he began, seeming a bit more serious again. "I wonder what our future will be like. I mean, will we ... you know, get married or something?" I hugged him close again and said, "You'd say `Yes,' eh?" "If the ring's big enough!" he teased. "But seriously, Daddy, I would say `Yes.' You're the man of my dreams." "And you're mine, honey." I paused for a moment, then added, "Unfortunately, we probably can't really get married, legally. But we can do a ceremony of our own someday. Maybe we can have Daniel and the twins be our witnesses?" "I really like that idea," Caleb said seriously. "We can get each other rings or something, make it all as `real' as we can ..." He continued a few seconds later, his voice so simultaneously wistful and sincere, "What about kids ... ? Could we have kids together, you and me, Daddy?" The thought of getting him pregnant was extremely arousing. But, of course, it could not be. "Well, babe, I wish we could, but we have the wrong equipment if you know what I mean." "Yeah, I know ..." "But--there are these women called `surrogates,'" I explained. "They can get pregnant by you and give birth to your baby ... Maybe we could do that, and raise our child together?" I briefly wondered at what we--and mostly I, as the adult here!--were saying right now, talking about really crazy stuff like getting married and having kids! Somehow though it felt so ... right, I guess. "Do you think there will be a special bond between us and our baby ...?" Caleb asked, pulling me from my thoughts. "I don't know," I answered. "Maybe. But let's focus on the here and now, sweetheart." I kissed the back of his neck again a couple times, and he giggled a little. For a second I didn't know what he was doing next, moving around a little in front of me. He was turning around between my legs, so that we were facing each other again. He leaned forward for a kiss, a deeply sensual, slow French kiss. Below, his and my cock were touching, as if they, too, were kissing. I reached behind him to that beautiful behind of his, clasping his cheeks between my hands. Before too long, both of us were reaching orgasm again, again one right after another, with me going first this time. We continued to kiss for a while afterward, our softening penises still pushed together. We decided to shower off after getting out of the tub, sharing several more kisses under the falling water. As we toweled off afterward, I said, "Hey, want to sleep with me tonight? I mean, in my bed?" He nodded, and chuckled. "Of course, Daddy. Remember how I used to sometimes sleep with you when I was scared?" I did remember! He did that a lot while Courtney and I were still together. He'd come in in his oversized bed T-shirt and say he'd had a bad dream or something, and his mom and I would invite him in between us. He'd get all snug under the covers and seemed to fall asleep so easily. "Can we sleep naked?" Caleb asked now, setting aside his towel. "Sure, sounds fun ..." I said, putting my towel to the side as well. He followed me, again by the hand, back to the bedroom where we removed all the massage towels and sheets I had laid down. I pulled aside the covers and sheets and he and I got in. We immediately shifted into a spooning position, much the same as we were doing a lot already on the couch before going to San Michelle a month ago. I felt my now clean, still flaccid penis laying heavily against his bare bottom. My arms were around him, as I held his chest and stomach. "Goodnight, Daddy," Caleb said, sounding drowsy. I was drowsy myself. "Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you." "I love you too ..." he said. It appeared he dozed off right after that. I wasn't too far behind myself.