Date: Wed, 5 Aug 2020 21:48:10 -0500 From: AL AL Subject: After The World Ended 4 Nifty.org relies on donations to keep this site up! If you enjoy the stories this site provides, please donate if you are financially able! Every little bit helps! You can make donations here: http://donate.nifty.org/ I am open to emails! Please let me know if you have any comments or suggestions! You can find my email address above. Part 4 Dillon was in the kitchen cooking. I just finished reading a novel I had traded for a couple of weeks ago. I walked up behind Dillon, wrapped my left arm around his chest, caressing his still developing pectorals. I slid my right hand around his hip, through his freshly grown pubes, and finally around his soft cock and balls. I began to kiss the left side of his neck, just below his ear. He moaned lightly and leaned into me. Moments like this had become commonplace in our household over the past 3 years. Since that little anatomy lesson we had when he was 9, our comfort with and love for each other has only grown. Dillon has been a wonderful kid. He is so kind, caring, understanding, smart, and inquisitive. He's a better boy than I ever was. I felt his dick begin to harden against my touch. Mine was following suit. Dillon and I had gotten into the habit of showing our affection and appreciation for each other in many physical ways. Not only did we sleep together each night and bathe each other every morning, there was a lot of casual touching that we had gotten into the habit of. While we would read either to our selves or each other, we would often mindlessly fondle each other's genitals or lay between each other's legs and lick between them, either front or back depending on which way we were laying. I especially liked licking Dillon's hole. His ass is just so perfect. Often, Dillon would lay on his Tummy either on the couch or bed to read his school books. I would lick his pretty hole as he flipped through the pages of his books or as he'd scribble down answers to the quizzes that were at the end of each chapter. Dillon would do the same to me. I had taken on whittling these past couple of years. I wasn't very good at first, but as I've practiced, I've even begun to impress myself! Dillon would find his place between my legs, spread my cheeks with his little hands and practice his own sort of whittling. He was getting really good at it too! These sort of touches had become so frequent and automatic for both of us that at times, it didn't even seem sexual. It had become more of a bonding experience for us. Of course, we definitely still made each other climax on a pretty frequent basis, usually at least once per day. But most of the time, these touches had just become a normal way for us to show our love for each other. Dillon turned around. "Dad, you're distracting me! You're going to make me burn the fish! I took that moment to kiss him deeping. Our tongues did their familiar dance with each other. "Dad!" he laughed as he gently pushed me off of him so he could continue making dinner. He turned back around and used a wooden spatula that I had made with my new wood working skills to flip the fish filets. They were a perfect golden brown. "You're so good at that, Bud! Probably better than me!" "You're just saying that so you don't have to cook anymore!" Dillon chided me. "Am not!" I lied. "Really, you are an amazing cook. I don't think I've ever seen you burn the fish! It's always juicy and delicious when you make it!" This was true. My fish was dry more often than not. I grabbed him by the hips one last time. My dick lining up with his ass crack. I kissed him on the back of the head and went back to the living area where I sat on the couch and watched my beautiful boy from afar. How is he so perfect? I've been really appreciating what his hormones have been doing to his body. While still lean, his muscles have become more pronounced and defined. His boy musk has changed. A more manly smell now emanated off of him. It drove me wild. His jaw was now more sharp and defined. While is hole was still hairless, he had sprouted the most beautiful bush I had ever seen. A perfectly defined dar patch of fir right above his dick. He even has some pit hair now. Gosh, I love his armpits. Pit licking has become another one of those automatic things we do to each other. I honestly don't know why. I never thought I had a pit fetish before but once he sprouted hair there, I couldn't keep my tongue out of them. Dillon served our Dinner out on the yacht deck. It was a beautiful evening. A cool breeze washed over us. The sun had begun to set. Tonight, the sky was filled with beautiful oranges, reds, and pinks. It was spectacular. Or dinner was quiet, like most of our time spent together. We were together 24/7. It wasn't like we had much new to share with each other. "This is amazing, son! Your best cooking yet!" Dillon rolled his eyes at me. "You're cooking tomorrow," he teased back. We cleared the table and washed the dishes together. After the kitchen was cleaned, we made our way back to the bedroom. Dillon laid down and propped himself up with some pillows. He grabbed the latest Harry Potter book that we were able to find and trade for. He was now on the 5th in the series: "Harry Potter and The Order of The Phoenix." It was always such a special treat when we were able to find the next book in a series we've been working on. Everytime we went to a settlement, we would ask if anyone had books that they would like to exchange or trade. We would trade books we had already read and old school books that Dillon had already worked through for new ones. Dillon turned his bedside lamp, another achievement we had made a couple of years ago was acquiring and installing solar panels atop the yacht. We had come across another yacht adrift in fairly deep waters. After making calls and signals to the boat with no response, we decided to board it. Everything seemed fine and well kept until we entered the cabin of the smaller yacht. There, on the floor, we found a man who had been shot in the head. A gun lay nearby. Suicide it had seemed, which was not uncommon these days. The stench was awful. He must have been there for a least a week. I don't like to think of myself as grave robber but these are tough times and it would be foolish to let such valuable survival items this boat held to go to waste. Among those items were the solar panels this man had atop his boat. I followed Dillon into the bed. I wrapped my arm around him and nestled my face into his pit. He heal the book with one hand and silently read it to himself as I gently kissed and licked my boy's pit. After about an hour or so I began to doze off. Dillon must not have realized this because he began talking to me. "Hmm? What? What was that?" I said as I was suddenly awakened. "I said, why haven't we had sex yet?" I looked at him with a questioning face. "I mean, like, sex sex. Not the normal stuff we do. I know that before you said I was too little and you didn't want to hurt me. I thought that once I started cumming, we'd have sex. It's been over a year since my first cum and we still haven't had sex. I even have pubes like you now, so why not?" I wasn't really expecting this question tonight. I wrapped my arms around him tighter. "Dillon, I just love you so much. I just don't want to hurt you. I don't want to cause you pain, ever." "Well, I'm big now. I think I can do it. Sometimes when you are fishing I experiment with things. Screwdriver handles, spoon handles, the brush's handle, I even used the end of the flashlight the other day." I looked at my boy with surprise. It was very rare for us to have secrets being that we were with each other almost constantly. He had taken a liking to masturbation, unsurprisingly. He would openly masturbate in front of me multiple times per day. I love that our relationship allows for this without any awkwardness. Sometimes, Dillon would be walking around and unbeknownst to him, would be leaking pre-cum out of freshly grown 5 inch dick. If I was busy doing something, I would encourage him to masturbate as to not make a mess everywhere. Other times, I would take care of him myself. It turned me on so much that my boy was becoming a sexual being that needed to cum. I was so excited and proud the first time he came. It was little over a year ago when he was 11. We were having one of our intimate moments before bed. Dillon has been having dry orgasms since he was 9 but finally, on this beautiful evening, he spurted his first boy juice right into my mouth. I felt so lucky to have tasted and swallowed his first load. It was pure slippery sweetness in my mouth. He was in the middle of having what seemed to be an especially intense orgasm when his little 4 inch prick erupted in my mouth. I was so turned on at that moment that I instantly blew my load all over our bed. Instead of telling Dillon what he had done, I held his boy cum in my mouth, climbed my way up his body and kissed him hard, giving his load back to him. I remember him opening his eyes and looking at me with surprise as he recognized the taste of cum in our kiss. "You did it baby, I'm so fucking proud of you!" I had exclaimed to him after our kiss. Since that day, Dillon has been a furious masturbator. He regularly eats his own cum. Or he'll interrupt me from whatever I'm doing just to drop his load in my mouth. I love that we share our loads with each other. I didn't comment on Dillon keeping a secret from me. He was getting to that age that I knew this kind of thing was normal and I was happy that he shared it with me. "Okay son, we will. I promise." I kissed him tenderly on the lips and laid my head back down and drifted off. The next day went like most days: a morning swim, breakfast, school work or reading, games, dinner, and then more games or reading. We have a simple life. There's not much diversity when you live on a boat. Dillon had already masturbated and fed me his boy load twice that day. Once after swimming and then again after his school work. I found it so erotic that my son would sit next to me and masturbate while I read and then interrupt me just to stick the head of his uncut dick in my mouth and feed me his boy juice. It made me hard every time. The evening was getting late and we were winding down for bed. Dillon snuck off below deck and came back with the hammer. I watched him curiously as he climbed onto the bed with the hammer. He was squating, facing me. He stuck the hand handle of the hammer into his mouth, slobbering it well. He then spit a big glob of spit into his hand and reached between his legs behind his tween balls and rubbed the spit onto his asshole. He then placed the head of the hammer on the bed and mounted it. I watched in fascination as he slowly lowered himself onto the handle of the hammer. He began to moan slightly. He then began to lift himself up and down, fucking himself with the hammer. He began to moan louder. I saw pre-cum begin to bead and then stretch and drip off the head of his boy cock. He let his hard little prick bounce around as he rode the hammer. I became rock hard watching my son put on a show for me. Dillon continued this for 5 minutes or so and I just couldn't take it anymore. I stood and instructed him to lay face down. When he did, I took the hammer in one hand while spreading his cheeks with the other, his hole was already slightly gaped. Fuck, I was so turned on. I lined up the handle of the hammer with his hole and slowly reinserted it. Dillon let out a beautiful moan. I rubbed him between the shoulder blade. "Does that feel okay, Bud?" "Yes, keep going, please!" he begged. Pushed it further into him. He moaned again. I slowly began to pull it out of him. I watched how the skin of his sphincter held tight and pulled back with my motion of the hammer. I pushed it in again, a little faster this time. In and out I went, watching his beautiful hole the entire time. I pulled the hammer out of him and looked at his delicious, gaping asshole. I stuck my index finger into it, feeling my boys wet warmth. It felt amazing. It was time to give my boy what he wanted. I used a generous amount of spit to lube up my dick. I licked and spit into his boy pussy. I lined up my dick and then laid over him, propping myself up with one forearm. I used my free hand to guide myself into my son. "Ooooh! Uuuhhh!" Moaned Dillon "Are you okay, Bud? Tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop and I will. I promise." Dillon nodded his head in response. I continued forward. Slowly pushing my shaft into him. I felt the moment when his hole accepted my dick and Dillon gasped. I paused and waited for him to get used to the sensation. I laid on top of him. Allowing some of my weight to push him into the bed. I kissed the back of his neck. He turned his face towards me. I began to kiss him deeply. At the same time, I began to rock my hips back and forth. Dillon moaned into my mouth. I began to pick up speed. I was not balls deep into my boy's ass. This feeling was better than I imagined. His tight hole was like a hot vice around my dick. I began to think about how this will now be a regular thing. Holy shit, was I already getting close? I was so turned on. I began fucking him harder, allowing my dick to come out further and further before ramming my hot flesh back into him. Dillons moans became louder and louder, as did mine. We were both beginning to sweat. Our bodies made wet slapping sounds with each thrust. I lifted him onto his knees while staying inside of him. I held him against my chest, kissing him deeply once again. I reached around and grabbed his rock hard little cock and began to jerk it while I pounded him from behind. Then Dillon was screaming. Not a scream of pain but of pleasure. I felt his little dick pulsate in my hand as he emptied his load onto our bed. His asshole clenched my cock. This sent me into an ogasmic rage. I growled as my own cock exploded inside of Dillon, breeding my son for the first time. I continued to pound his ass for another 10 seconds or so. I held him there as my cock began to soften inside of him. We were both sweaty, still kissing and breathing into each other heavily. "Dad, I love you so much!" Exclaimed Dillon "I love you too, Son." I ended our kiss and Dillon gave one last moan as my softening dick fell out of him. We laid there holding each other. Too exhausted to bother cleaning up. It wasn't long before sleep took us.