Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2024 16:10:50 +0100 From: Erotische Verhalen Subject: Exploring Ben and Belle chapter 1 Exploring Ben and Belle "I want to go like Belle, daddy!" I heard my first grader yell from his bedroom. I heaved a sigh and closed my eyes. My wife giggled beside me. "That's okay honey," I yelled back, "why don't you get the dress out of the closet and I'll be right with you." My wife giggled again and with a scowl that didn't pack any heat, I imitated her voice from all those months ago, "What's the harm?" Ever since my wife Janine bought him that damn Belle dress, from Belle and the Beast, for last year's Halloween, it was all Ben wanted to wear on our Daddy-son-date-day. What's the harm? I wasn't troubled by my son wanting to wear a dress. I also wasn't homophobic or anything like that; I would love my son just as much if he liked boys over girls. The problem was that ever since Ben wore that dress, ever since I helped him get into the dress every time, I had ... thoughts. Bad thoughts. How convenient a dress would be when Ben sat on my lap. Dirty thoughts. How that little piece of bikini briefs that came with the dress would feel against my bare cock. Thoughts that made me want to take him to a different movie theatre, rip the dress of his little body and -- My wife giggled again. "I would hurry if I were you. He might have gotten to my lipstick already." "Fuh-" I jumped of the couch and went down the corridor to my sons room. As I peaked inside the open door I came to a full stop. Ben hadn't gotten to the lipstick. He hadn't even tried to put on the dress himself, yet. He stood in front of his mirror in his Spiderman underwear and was looking at himself. His body. His underwear. I saw his underwear sticking out a bit and sucked in a silent breath. Glancing over my shoulder I made sure Janine couldn't see me standing there in the dark hallway and when I glanced back at Ben my breath came to a full stop. His underwear lay around his ankles and Ben was studying his cocklet. He looked down and seemed fascinated by the way his tiny dick stood up and away from his body. Was this the first time his cocklet was hard? The circumcised two inches jumped and my little boy giggled. I felt my face transform into a soft smile. Still giggling Ben looked into the mirror and with a curiousness and joy of someone discovering something pleasurable and new, he ran his fingertips over his erect skin. I saw him shudder and while his eyes closed in pleasure, I bit back a groan, my dick leaking precum in my briefs. It was not okay that I was liking this sexually. It might even not be okay for me to see my son exploring his own body. What he did was normal. Every young boy or girl explored their own body, sometimes they even did it together. In a playful, non-sexual, way. But not in front of their parents. And here I was spying on my son touching his little dicky and wanting to ... wanting to -- Sucking in a deep breath to calm my horny body, I slipped inside my son's bedroom and closed the door. The sound made my son look up and his eyes widened. When he saw my soft smile, he smiled back, looked down and said, "Look daddy!" My smile widened. "I see, honey." I decided the best way to go about it was not giving the situation any special attention. If I acted like nothing was amiss, Ben would learn it was okay that he explored his body. "Are you ready to get the dress on? We have to leave soon if we want to catch The Garfield Movie." Ben released his tiny cock and scrambled over to his bed, where the dress was laying. On top of the dress Ben had put the tiny bikini briefs and I groaned when he took it, bend over with his ass on full display for me, and started to pull the little garment over his legs. Before I knew what I was doing I crouched behind my son and murmured, "Wait a minute, honey, there's something ... there." Still bend over Ben looked past his legs to me when I touched his beautiful little ass cheeks and spread them a bit. "Daddy?" he asked innocently. "It's okay honey, just a little toilet paper. I'll get you cleaned up." I smiled at him. There was no toilet paper. By the way Ben looked at me strangely, and the clean smell from between his legs, my son hadn't pooped after his shower earlier, so there couldn't be any toilet paper there. But my son trusted me and when I looked back between his spread cheeks I was met with the most enticing sight. A beautiful little wrinkled star that, while Ben was bent over and I was spreading his cheeks, blinked a bit at me. I breathed a moan that I covered up with a little cough and goose bumps erupted on my son's skin. A quick look at his face told me his eyes had a faraway, glassy look. "Now keep steady honey, I'll try and get the paper." Keeping his cheeks spread with one hand I trailed my pointer finger through his crease. I bypassed his hole, though it contracted a bit while I circled it with a soft touch, before I continued to his tight and empty scrotum. "It won't come off yet, let me ..." I trailed of when I moved my finger over my son's hole. Once. Twice. A third time. The muscle moved with the touch and a faint sound from Ben had my dick spurting a bit precum into my already wet briefs. "Is it gone yet daddy?" Ben asked with a soft voice. His legs had a little tremble, but when I looked at my son's face his features were serene, his eyes closed. "Not yet honey. Why don't you lean on the bed a bit, yea? I don't want you to hurt." My son released the bikini briefs around his thighs and grabbed the Superman bedding in his little fists. "Okay daddy. Hurry though, we don't want to miss the movie!" The movie. Yes, the movie I totally forgot about for a moment. And my wife, sitting in the living room. Oh god, what was I doing? "We'll be on time honey, now relax. I have to make the paper a bit wet for it to release." I had no idea where all of this smooth talking was coming from, but my son took it at face value and relaxed his body into the bed. I licked my finger and put it just above my little boy's hole. It glided easily at first, but halfway across his hole there wasn't enough spit left. I put my finger in my mouth and left a little more saliva before putting it back in his crease. First his asshole contracted while my wet finger glided onto it, but then Ben relaxed and it was like his little star kissed my wet finger. I moaned. I couldn't help it. My hips moved up into the empty air, searching for friction it didn't find. "Everything okay daddy?" Ben mumbled into the bedding. It sounded a little breathless. "Yes, my little boy. It's okay, everything's going to be okay. Just a little ... more." It was a risk. I knew if anyone were to find out, if Ben talked, I wouldn't see him ever again. Up until now I could claim innocence. While it was a strange tactic, helping my son keep clean was explainable enough, even with a wet finger. But even though I knew the risk, I just ... had to. Ben had his face in the bedding and couldn't see what I was doing. I had to do it. I needed it. I spread my son's cheeks completely open and with a deep, pleasurable, breath I slid my tongue out of my mouth and touched his hole. I heard Ben breathe in a sharp breath, his muscles locked, but a second later he pushed his hips back into my face and let out a whimper. I needed to move fast. This couldn't take too long. Ben did not see, did not know, what was happening and -- damn his ass tasted amazing. His ass smelled amazing too. I took a deep breath and swiped my tongue over his little hole again. It spasmed and Ben's hips rocked back. "Daddyyyyy," I heard him cry out questioningly. I moved my tongue over his hole, moving the way I do when I kiss my wife's mouth. "'skay honey, almost there," I mumbled and then I put the tip of my tongue against his spit wet, relaxed hole and gave a little push. My little boy moaned and his knees gave out. I caught him by his hips while my tongue slid in a bit deeper and one of Ben's feet slid between my knees and against my raging cock. That little touch was enough to detonate me. Spurt after spurt of hot, wet seed fired out of my strangled cock. I pulled my tongue out and fused my lips to suck at my son's hole, in an attempt to silence my moans. My hips moved against his little foot to force every bit of cum out. "Daddy, it's wet," Ben said softly. "Yea, honey," I answered breathlessly, "but it's gone. The paper's gone and you're clean." After a few more breaths I kissed Ben's spit slick, swollen, opened hole one more time before sitting back and releasing his ass cheeks slowly. I needed to force my look down, so as not to be tempted to dive in again and saw the big wet spot on my jeans. Well, that won't do. "You ready to get your dress on honey?" Ben mumbled something incoherently but tried to stand up. I helped him up and pulled his bikini briefs over his little bubble butt before running my hands to the front to ease the elastic over his little dicky. I felt the hot, hard velvet skin against my palm and paused for a second. He was still hard? My thoughts tumbled over each other but there was no time. Pulling the briefs over my son's hard cocklet, I stood up and picked up the dress. It had rumpled a bit while Ben was bent over the bed, but after shaking the fabric, it looked good as new. "Daddy, did you pee your pants?" My eyes shot to my son who had turned around and I saw him fight to keep a straight face, but a giggle slipped free. I snorted a laugh at that and said, "No honey, it's not pee. I'll tell you -- later. We have to hurry and I need to change my clothes now." Ben had a curious look but ever the obedient boy he stuck his arms up in the air and with an easiness that came from doing the same thing over and over again, I pushed and pulled the Belle dress over my boy's body. With a brilliant smile he looked himself over in the mirror. "You look beautiful," I breathed the compliment to my son and he beamed. "Come," I said and offered my hand. "If you promise to keep quiet about my wet pants to anyone -- even mommy -- you can use her lipstick. Just this one time, okay?" Ben whirled around and sprinted to his closed bedroom door. "Yes daddy!" he yelled while crossing the hall into our bedroom and to the en suite. I chuckled and walked -- awkwardly -- after him. While Ben was rummaging through his mothers make-up, I took off my pants and briefs. I'd manscaped, but it wasn't a pretty sight what all the cum. I don't think I've come this much since I was a teenager with raging hormones. Needing a quick wash, I followed Ben into the en suite, my half-hard cock swinging the way. Running a washcloth under lukewarm water, my eyes drifted to Ben's in the mirror. He was kneeling on top of a stool with his bottom lip a bright red, but his eyes had focused on me. I shut of the water, squeezed the washcloth and ran it over my groin and cock, all while keeping my gaze on my son. He followed every move. I felt my cock harden under his gaze and my ministrations. My refractory period was usually a lot longer, though I guess my little boy was my kryptonite. With everything cleaned up I moved my hand away, the cloth with it and my son sucked in a breath. "Daddy, it's very ... big," he said with an awed voice. I grunted. Not wanting to show my amusement. "Yours'll get bigger too, when you grow up," was my reply. "Does it?" he asked, but it felt distracted. "Yes. But not yet. Not yet for a very long time," I breathed. Ben eyes shot up to mine and he swallowed thickly. "Why don't you finish your lipstick, my beautiful boy, and I will get on some pants. Then we can finally go to the movies." Ben nodded but his eyes strayed to my hard cock again. I closed my empty hand around the thick shaft and moved it up and down, slowly, savoring the look in his eyes. After a few more passes I chuckled and released my cock. It jumped pitifully while I chastised without heat, "Focus!" It was as much for me, as my little boy. While pulling on a soft pair of pants, after cleaning up every dirty piece of cloth and deciding to go without briefs, Janine comes into our bedroom. "Didn't like the jeans?" she asked with a smile. "No, ah -- the jeans are fine for working and stuff, but the movies is about relaxing, right?" I winked at her, even though my heart raced. Did she see the lack of fabric on my groin while I buttoned up? "Besides, I got it wet when I cleaned Ben's bathroom." I took a step closer and whispered, "Don't tell him I told you, but he missed the bowl again." My wife's eyes twinkled with mirth. "Is that why he's wearing my lipstick?" I glanced over my shoulder and there was Ben -- or Belle, depending on who they wanted to be today -- in full glory. A beautiful deep yellow colored dress, with his feet in the same colored flats, and his lips a deep red. My still hard cock jumped in my pants thinking about those lips wrapped around my- "Sweetheart, you look beautiful!" my wife gushed. Ben beamed, his little teeth on full display. "You do honey," I said to my son and his eyes flicked to mine. Was I imaging the heat that crept into his eyes? "We need to hurry now though, if we don't want to miss the beginning!" Ben grabbed my outstretched hand, I kissed my wife's cheek in passing, mumbling a "See you tomorrow," and jogged with my boy to the car, his dress swishing at our departure.