Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2020 14:00:30 -0800 From: RJ Subject: Lessons in Fatherhood - Ch. 9 Lessons in Fatherhood by RJ Meyers This fictional story is about the love between two fathers and their respective sons. If themes of incest and adult/youth pairings offend you, do not read. Unfortunately... this will be the last chapter for this story (for the foreseeable future). There's a slim chance that I'll pick up right where I left off at a much later date, but I've put so much space between chapters and have come to realize that I'm just forcing myself to write more chapters. Things come out better when the inspiration comes to me. So, thank you to everyone who's expressed love for this story, and I'm sorry to have finished it so abruptly -- but I didn't want to leave everyone hanging. At the very least, I hope the ending is sweet enough to enjoy. 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And the erections themselves are strange, because they're not always sexually charged. When I asked Kieran about this, he just smiled and said one simple word: "Intimacy." I guess this newfound, undeniable attraction to my son in all respects (not just physical) gets me going in some way. That's been hard to admit, even to myself: that I'm attracted to Kyle. It's so confusing because it's so multilayered. He's beautiful, that much is obvious. But he's also *mine*. He came from me. On top of that, there's a mystery to him, since I haven't been there consistently for his entire life. There's so much to learn about him, to unlock in that smart little head of his. There's so much of him that I want to know, inside... and out. I don't always know how to articulate this in a way that I feel comfortable doing, though. Kieran always asks how I'm feeling, but for some reason, I don't know what to tell him. Maybe my pride is saying that this is something I want to try to navigate on my own. Plus, part of me still thinks all of this is pretty crazy and shocking, so that could be somewhat of a barrier -- but still, however insane this all may be, that at least doesn't stop me from joining Kieran and Niall. Just last night, I fucked Kieran in front of his boy, giving it to him good and deep while his kid stroked himself. "You like watching your dad get fucked, Niall?" I had asked since the kid seemed to be staring at us pretty studiously. I never really got an answer though, because at my words, Kieran moaned and immediately shot a load all over his torso, a load that Niall didn't hesitate to clean up. But even after hot sessions like this, as I'm falling asleep, I'm always left with an aching sensation in the pit of my stomach, with my mind focused on the brown-haired boy down the hall, wondering if anything will ever happen. Work has been kicking my ass lately. Three times this week I've had to stay well past 9 PM, and tonight, I don't make it home until closer to 11. Absolutely drained and fully ready to collapse in bed without bothering to shower, I unlock the door and step inside to find that Kyle's awake in the living room. Once again, I find him with his Nintendo DS plugged in, playing in the dark. He's only in his underwear. It seems he's been taking this lack of clothing thing pretty seriously as of late. Kieran and Niall are always in some sort of state of undress, but Kyle and I are generally more reserved. It's rarer that we're in our undies or less, but for the past week or so, Kyle's embraced it more. "Hey Dad," he says, peeking up from his Nintendo DS briefly. "Hey buddy," I say back, coming over to him. I smile at the sight of his underwear: space themed. It's a new pair we bought last weekend. "Lookin' good." Even though his eyes are fixed on the game, he smiles. "Thanks," he says as I loosen my tie a bit. "How was work?" "Work was... hell today," I say with a sigh, rubbing my brow. "But you didn't kill someone, right?" Kyle asks -- and I laugh. I joked with him last night that if I didn't make it home by seven, it was probably because I was arrested for murder. "Not yet. There's always tomorrow," I say, and I smile when I see he's amused. Wanting to shift away from work, I change topics. "Whatcha playin'?" As he attempts to explain to me the ins and outs of Phantom Hourglass, I decide to sit and watch him play for a bit. The game itself isn't as entertaining as how invested Kyle is, but I do my best to stay engaged as he fights through a level and beats the main boss. But if I'm being honest, it's hard to stay focused when I'm this tired. "It's pretty late, mister," I say, once he collects what seems to be an important item. "You should be in bed." "I know," he says, saving his game and then shutting his DS, "but I wanted to wait up for you and say goodnight." Why is that so fucking touching? I feel my heartstrings being tugged. "Well thanks, buddy. That's really sweet." "I hope work gets less stressful," he tells me, and when I smile, he leans in and gives me a hug. I hold him tight and rub his back, almost feeling like I'm on the verge of tears. Kyle has a habit of blindsiding me with extra tender moments like this. I'm never prepared for them, so they hit me harder than they normally would. "I hope so too. Thanks, Kyle," I say, kissing the side of his head. Then, he pulls back slightly so that we're face to face before he leans in for a quick smooch. Our lips separate with that exquisite wet sound. "Goodnight," he whispers. I smile softly. "'Night, kiddo." But he doesn't pull away just yet. For a moment, he just chews on his bottom lip, looking contemplative -- and before I can ask what's on his mind, he leans in again and plants his lips on mine for a second time. This time, though, the kiss is firmer... and longer... and fuller... Oh God, I'm getting dizzy. My heart rate picks up and the blood rushes so fast to my cock that I start to feel sleepier than usual, almost like I'm melting. I'm melting for my boy, and he's just planting his little lips on mine. When he pulls back, we're both flustered. I'm breathing heavily, and he's just giving me that characteristically shy look before I smile a bit. I reach up, stroke his cheek, and whisper goodnight to him again. Getting the signal, he hops off my lap and then trots right off to bed, leaving me on the couch with an uncomfortable hard-on. I wait for it to go down before I hoist myself off the couch and then head upstairs to get ready for bed. Upon getting to the bathroom, I find Kieran in the middle of brushing his teeth. I get ready to greet him -- but Kieran, who's turned out to be an expert in reading people, knows something is up before I even utter a word. "You good?" he asks, a curious but concerned expression on his face. "Huh?" I blink once before nodding and scratching the back of my head. "Y-yeah, yeah, I just... Kyle kissed me." Kieran pauses mid-brush, staring at me for a moment. "He what?" "He kissed me," I say, gesturing vaguely towards the boy's bedroom. "Just now. Like a... a *kiss*." Slowly, Kieran's mouth splits into a knowing grin before he laughs. "Happy to hear he took my advice," he says before he leans over and spits into the sink. I blink. "*You* told him to do that?" I ask, confused -- but also a bit unsurprised. "No," Kieran says, still chuckling. "I didn't tell him to do anything. I just said that if he *wanted* to kiss his daddy like he kisses my son, I was willing to bet you'd enjoy that." Here, Kieran's grin gets a little more mischievous, not unlike Niall's. "And I was right, wasn't I?" I feel myself getting red in the face but I just laugh. "You're such a troublemaker." "I just like bringing people together," he says cheekily before standing up straighter and crossing his arms over his chest. "Well?" "...Well what?" "What kind of kiss we talkin'? Sweet and slow, or did the little fucker French you?" I can't help but snort. "Just a normal kiss," I say. "Well, kinda normal. It was a kiss." "Like a peck?" I shrug, even though I know the answer to that one. "It was deeper than a peck." Kieran grins knowingly, his eyes flickering down to my groin for a brief moment. "Long as you enjoyed it." I clear my throat, nodding. "Yeah, I, uh... I did." His grin softens into a genuine smile. He ponders something before making a suggestion. "You should take him out," he says. "Out?" "Yeah. Have a little daddy-son date. Romance him a little." Thinking of taking my son out for a date, a grown-up type date, sends ripples through me, chills erupting all over my skin. Huh. Guess I *really* like that idea. "Who knows," Kieran says as he brushes by me and pats my bulge. "You might get another smooch." When I decided to pose the idea of going out to dinner and a movie to Kyle, I expected him to look at me funny, even suspiciously. "Dinner and a movie" is such a classic date that I figured he'd at least laugh. But no, he doesn't. He just beams at me and immediately accepts. "Really?" I ask, though I'm not exactly sure why I'm surprised. "Mhm," he says. "I like doing stuff with you." God, I swoon inside. I suppose my initial nervousness is just me projecting my anxieties on him. And Jesus, those anxieties are high. I feel like the first time I ever asked a boy out. It took an insane amount of courage and sweat to ask him out on a date, and I was jittering so badly that I had to start over twice. Kyle's my son, my boy, whom I have this newfound attraction for, and I'm not sure how to approach it, so those same anxieties are rearing their ugly heads. Thankfully, Kyle's emphatic "yes" puts me at total ease. I let him pick the movie (Jurassic World), and we make plans to see the movie prior to getting dinner ("Pizza! We *have* to get pizza!"). The movie is pretty enjoyable. It's entertaining at least, and we both get to rave about the dinosaurs while sharing an oversized bucket of popcorn and splitting a large soda. But the best part is simply the fact that we get to spend quality time together. Since the theater is pretty empty, we don't really have to worry about disturbing neighbors. We can talk amongst ourselves, laugh, and make playful bets about how the movie will end. At one point, once the popcorn and soda have been devoured, I notice that Kyle's shivering a bit -- so I offer to keep him warm. I just pat my thighs and look over, and he smiles at me as if asking if I'm sure. Without a word, I communicate that he's perfectly welcome, and so he hops out of his seat and situates himself on my lap. Both of us sigh together as I wrap my arms around him and rub him up and down, doing my best to generate heat. I rub his thighs, arms, torso... Anywhere he needs. Plus, it's an open opportunity to get my hands on my boy, even if it is through clothing. It's my favorite part of the film -- and I have a feeling it's his too. Once the movie's over, it's time for pizza. Kyle takes my hand as we walk down the street to a nearby pizza parlor, grab a couple slices each, and then mosey our way to the local park. It's right at the edge of the river, so we both sit next to each other on the stone fence, our feet dangling off the ten-foot drop to the water. It's so easy to be with Kyle like this. We just eat, and talk, and laugh, and joke. I guess I hadn't realized just how much this boy has warmed up to me since he's moved in. He's not the shy, reserved kid I first welcomed into my home. Yeah, there are hints of his shyness still, but he's changing. He's a little more vocal, spirited, confident -- and best of all, he's more comfortable opening up to me now. For once, I feel like I've really earned the privilege of being his dad. We end up staying out late because the conversation is so seamless, and we get home, I realize we have the place to ourselves. Kieran and Niall are nowhere to be seen. All that they left is a note on the counter that says "Have a nice night!" I can't help but laugh to myself. Kieran... You bastard. "What's that?" Kyle says behind me. I turn to watch him shuffle in with his shoes off. "Nothing," I say. "Just a note from Kieran. Looks like we're alone tonight." Kyle's eyes seem to brighten. "Really?" Why do I feel nervous all over again? "Yep." "Cool," he says, clearly trying to hide a smile. "Do we *have* to go to bed?" I chuckle. "I guess not... But humor me and at least get *ready* for bed." He agrees, and we both head upstairs. Once I get to my own room, I dress down into underwear and a t-shirt before grabbing one of the two giant Hershey's Symphony bars Kieran had surprised me with a couple days ago. I haven't gotten around to tackling it yet, but I figured it'd be a nice thing to share with my boy. It's his favorite, after all. Chocolate in hand, I then head down the hall to Kyle's room. Before I get a word out, I see that he's in the middle of getting undressed. I gulp a bit, pausing in the open doorway to watch him methodically remove his clothing, all the way down to his briefs. He even puts those clothes away before grabbing his pajamas, giving me a longer, fuller look at his body. Tight forming muscles, smooth skin... Shit... Now I'm chubbing up. Once he pulls his pajama shirt over his head and starts messing with his hair, he takes notice of me. At first, he looks surprised by my presence, but then he smiles. "Did you brush your teeth?" I ask. He nods. "Mhm. All ready." "Hmm, that's unfortunate," I tease. "Guess I can't share this with anyone." From behind my back I pull out the chocolate bar, laughing when Kyle's eyes go wide. "Where'd you get that?!" he asks excitedly, rushing up to me. "It was a gift," I say, grinning. "For *me*." "That's my favorite kind!" Here, he looks up at me with almost pleading eyes, and that's not a face that I can resist. "Which is why I brought it in here," I assure him before stepping into the room. As I sit on the edge of his bed, he vaults up and cozies himself next to me, watching me delicately unwrap the chocolate. Apparently, I'm excruciatingly slow, because I feel him twitching beside me in anticipation before he murmurs "Hurry up!" I laugh. "Calm it down, junior," I say before finally ripping open the package. Fighting the urge to tease him, I break off a good-sized piece for him and hand it over. "Here." "Thanks!" he says excitedly before stuffing his face with the chocolate. As soon as the candy hits his tongue, he closes his eyes, chews slowly, and hums contentedly. We end up sharing the entire bar right there on his bed, both commenting on the richness of the chocolate as we compare it to other brands -- and before I know it, the chocolate's gone. Kyle licks his fingers clean before murmuring, "Best date ever." So he felt it was a date, too? Fuck, that tickles me inside. I smile a bit, not really wanting this night to end just yet. "Y'know," I say, clearing my throat, "I have a second bar in my room." Kyle gasps, having just barely licked remnants of chocolate off his lips. "Can we have it?" he whispers. I grin. "Fuck it. Why not?" Kyle giggles at hearing me swear before hopping out of his bed, grabbing my hand, and tugging me to my room. Seems we've just switched from Kyle's bed to mine, and whereas his bed is fit for a kid his age, mine has plenty of room for us to both stretch out and lounge while we devour the second bar of candy. Maybe we've exhausted the trivial conversation, or maybe my bed is just more fit for targeted questions, because we no longer discuss the superiority of this chocolate over others. Now, Kyle has what feels like personal concerns. "Do you think I'm cute?" he asks suddenly. I look over at him mid-chew, surprised by the sudden shift in topic. Then again, there was a small lull where we both seemed to have an extra-satisfying bite. "What makes you ask that?" He just shrugs, peering up at me with those shy eyes of his. I swallow. "Um... Yeah, buddy. Of course, I think you're cute. Handsome, too." He nods a little, and I'm unable to tell how he feels about that statement -- but I suppose it's because he has a second question. "Do you think I'm cuter and more handsomer than Niall?" I smile slightly. I suppose with everything going on, both in the house and potentially at school, he's bound to compare himself to his peers. Kyle's no exception to a shy boy's predisposition to judge himself based on those in his surroundings. So I make it clear where he stands with me. "Well, Niall's a cute kid," I say, "but you've got him beat by a mile." Kyle just beams and blushes, and I laugh. "But don't tell him I said that." "I won't," Kyle says, still smiling. He looks down at his hands for a moment before peering up at me again. "I think you're handsome." I laugh, feeling thoroughly touched by that compliment. "You do?" He nods. "But not cute?" I ask, playfully pouting. Kyle seems to find that particularly funny. "Nooo," he says. "*I'm* cute. *You're* handsome. The handsomest." I like that. "Kieran's pretty handsome," I remark. Kyle just shrugs. "Your face is nicer than Mr. McCarthy's." I chuckle. I'm not sure if he means kinder or better-looking, but either way, I'll take it. "Well that's awfully sweet of you, Ky." He just smiles a bit before reaching towards the bar and breaking off another piece. Then, before he pops it in his mouth, he speaks up again. "Hey, Dad?" "Yeah?" "I like kissing you." I get hot all over almost instantaneously. It almost feels like I'm sweating through my shirt. "I, uh... I like kissing you, too." He smiles a little bit when he realizes the feeling is mutual. "Can we do it more often?" Oh, kiddo... "We can do it however often you like," I say. I didn't mean to sound so enthusiastic, but then again, he's just a kid. He doesn't quite get nuance yet -- and besides, that's *exactly* what he wants to hear, it seems. Suddenly he sits up straight, a bright, determined look in his eye. "Like right now?" I gulp down the saliva that has suddenly filled my mouth. "If... If you want to, yeah." There's a moment where we just stare at each other like we're daring the other person to make the first move. In the end, Kyle's the one who crawls over to me slowly, eyes fixed on my lips as he draws near. He halfway climbs into my lap, straddling only one of my thighs, his knee pressing so inappropriately against my crotch that I let out a soft grunt. He looks down and then back up at my face apologetically. "Sorry." "It's okay," I tell him softly, stroking his side. Then, I move my hand up to cup his face and let my thumb stroke his soft cheek. Taking that as a signal, Kyle leans in and kisses my lips. The first kiss lasts no longer than two seconds before breaking away with a luscious smack. God, *I* feel like a little kid again, kissing a boy for the first time. I feel those same chills I felt back then, erupting all over my upper body. When he sees me smiling, he giggles slightly before leaning in for another. Back and forth we go, trading little pecks on the lips that very gradually become deeper and deeper until I can't resist anymore. I can't let this continue as mere play. I pull him in and kiss him for real. Earlier, Kyle had given me a teaser of the kiss that I believe he really wanted, and I'm trusting my gut in giving my son a much deeper, more sensual kiss. I hold the back of his head and keep our lips together, rocking mine against his and humming softly when he starts to follow my lead. He's a quick study, my boy. In the back of my head, I remember Kieran asking if Kyle Frenched me -- and suddenly, before I can even stop myself, I feel my tongue pushing forward and parting my son's lips. When my tongue enters his mouth, I get a perfect mixture of flavors: boy and chocolate. He even lets out a little noise, potentially of surprise, but my tongue is quickly met by his. He's tentative at first, but slowly he becomes more comfortable with the feeling of his dad invading his mouth like this. Soon, even, he starts returning the favor, and I feel his curious presence push past my teeth. Both of us let out simultaneous, soft moans, and I pull him even closer to me, clutching onto his clothes in a gentle grip with one hand resting on the small of his back. It's kisses like these where, in an adult relationship, my hand would so naturally drift lower to give my partner's ass a firm squeeze. Would Kyle like the same treatment? Slowly, while we kiss, I let my hand creep steadily over the curve of Kyle's bottom until one cheek is cupped perfectly by my hand. I give it a gentle squeeze and instantly feel Kyle moan against my lips. Smiling slightly, I pull back. "This okay?" I whisper. He just nods shyly. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable," I assure him. "I'm not," he says in return. Then, he leans in for more kisses. We continue our luscious lip lock while I resume grabbing at his ass. It's surprisingly plump for such a little guy. As Kieran well knows by now, I'm an ass man, so the thought of my own son having a delectable little ass that I could feast on or... more... makes my cock so hard it hurts. And I'm not the only one who's hard. Eventually, Kyle starts grinding against my thigh in rhythm with the way I'm consistently grabbing his ass. Jesus Christ, I'm sweating. Here I am, kissing my young son like I would a lover, groping his peach and letting him rut against my thigh. Fuck, I can almost hear Kieran cheering us on... Then, suddenly, I feel a small hand press into my crotch. I jump a bit, surprised. "Jesus," I whisper. Kyle looks at me. "Did I do something wrong?" "No, kid, I just..." I clear my throat and laugh nervously. "You don't have to touch me there." "But I want to," he says in such a sweet voice that my hard-on throbs against his touch behind the fabric of my underwear. He feels around for a moment before adding something else: "Mine's hard, too." "I can tell," I say with a little smile before looking down at us. He's got his hand gently on me. All that separates his fingers from my manhood is a thin layer of fabric. And what about him? Underneath those adorable little pajama pants are probably a pair of equally-adorable briefs keeping his boyhood at bay. I can't help but ask. The question slips out of me before I even think about it. "Can I see?" He looks up at me for a second before nodding. He sits up straight, tugs the front of his pajama pants down along with the briefs underneath, and exposes himself to me. Out juts his small hard-on, pointing straight at me. I gulp, at a loss for words. He's... much thicker than I thought he was. Up close, he really does seem big for his age -- so my first instinct is to feel proud, followed closely behind my mouth positively salivating at the sight of him. Then: "Yours, now," he says simply. Shit. I laugh nervously before nodding a bit and then reaching for my own boxer briefs. I tug the waistband down enough for my impossibly hard cock to swing free and sigh in relief. It needed air. It needed to be seen. I watch as Kyle lightly touches himself and soaks in the sight of me. "I like yours," he says, getting an eyeful of my piece. His look seems more inquisitive than sexual, really. I guess it's that boyish curiosity. Somehow that's the best compliment I could have received. I smile. "I like yours, too," I tell him. Now here we are, both lightly touching ourselves, keeping our own cocks stimulated --but there's a sense of anticipation in the air. Maybe it's just me, but it feels like we're both just waiting for one of us to touch the other. So who's going to give in? Turns out it's Kyle, which is what I was hoping for. "Can I feel it?" he asks. I gulp and nod, removing my hand from my own member. "Long as I can feel yours." He just gives me a little smile that says "Of course." Even though he gave me the okay, I still wait for Kyle to make the first move. Once I feel his soft fingers wrap around my girth, I sigh out in pleasure and then reciprocate, smiling when lets out a little whimper of delight once my hand touches him there. Fuck, he feels ridiculously hard. I had almost forgotten what it felt like to be a boy, to have the body and cock of a kid. But holding my son in my hand like this, all of a sudden I'm remembering how many nights I spent up late "discovering" myself, exploring myself, learning what felt good and what didn't, figuring out what gave me extra special feelings... It's surreal. "Hey, Dad?" I blink, torn from my memories. "Yeah?" "What's it like to do sex stuff with Mr. McCarthy?" Kyle asks casually, eyes still fixed on my cock as he plays with it. I smile a bit, almost laughing. "You wanna do sex stuff with Kieran?" He makes a face before shaking his head. "No, I just mean... What's it like with a grown-up?" "Oh," I say, clearing my throat. "Well... it's different than with... someone like Niall." I pause here to see if he'll say anything, but he just listens attentively with his hand on my cock. "Mostly just because everything's... well, bigger." He giggles a little. "That's true." "But to be honest, I think you have way more experience than I did at your age." "Really?" he asks, intrigued, looking up at me. "Uh huh. I mean, you and Niall do lots of stuff together, right?" "Right," he says, giving me a short nod. "You've got me beat by a good three years. I was thirteen the first time I ever did something with a boy," I say. "Well, *anyone* really." "Who was it with?" he asks curiously. "An older boy," I say, smiling at the memory. I can still remember the shape of that boy in my mouth. "What'd you do?" "I, uh... gave him a blowjob," I say. It's probably best to just use the language at this point, right? Kyle seems to ponder this for a moment, as if picturing it. Guess he understands what I'm saying. "Was he big?" "Uh... Well he was an older teenager, so at the time, yeah, it was pretty big to me." "Yours is really big to me," Kyle comments, and I laugh. "Yours shoots stuff, right?" "Uh... Yeah, it does." Kyle sighs a bit. "Niall's does too." "But yours doesn't?" He shakes his head. "Give it time," I assure him. "You're still young." "Everyone can do it but me, though," he says somewhat sadly. "Well, I'll tell you something," I say. "Shooting stuff isn't what's most important. What's most important is the orgasm." Kyle tilts his head in confusion before asking, "That good feeling?" I laugh. "Yeah. That good feeling." "Oh. Well, I can do that," he says cheerfully. I bet you can, kid. "Good," I say. I suddenly get the urge to pin my boy to the bed and work an orgasm out of him, but I resist. Instead, I just watch the way Kyle inspects and toys with my cock before he has another question. "Hey, Dad?" "Yeah, kiddo?" "Would you do sex stuff with me?" I'm pretty sure I throb so hard I start to leak. "Is that something you want?" "Mhm." He nods, smiling gently. I want to gauge his interest though. "What kind of sex stuff?" "Um. Like the blowjobs and stuff," he says. "And..." He pauses before leaning up to my ear and whispering a single word: "Fucking." My eyes go wide. Is he serious? I look at him. "What do you know about that?" "Niall and I do it sometimes," he says, and I gulp a bit. So the boys really have done all the tricks? "And you... liked it?" I ask, wondering what position my boy has tried. Is he a top like his daddy, or a bottom boy? Or versatile, even? "Yeah," he says. "But Niall says it feels better with bigger ones... and yours is big." So Kyle has bottomed for his buddy before. I have to shake my head to clear my thoughts of that image and focus. But does that mean Niall told my son how he obtained all this knowledge? Probably not. Niall's sneaky enough to weasel his way out of an explanation. "I don't know, buddy," I say warily. "It might be too much for you." "But I've practiced," he says. I furrow my brow. "With what?" "Niall's toys." Jesus, Niall has toys? "They're kinda big." Niall fucking my son... My son using toys on himself as practice... probably thinking about me when he uses them... God, it's almost too much for my dick to handle right now. "I still think we should wait on that," I tell him. "I don't want to hurt you." "But--" "We can do anything else you want to make up for it," I tell him. He peers up at me for a minute before sighing and nodding. "Okay." Then he sits up straighter and says "Blowjobs, please." I laugh, amused but unsure where to start. Should I do him, or him me? "Rock paper scissors for who goes first?" I suggest. Kyle beats my rock with his paper, so that means I get the first taste. I lick my lips as I playfully pounce on him and pin him to his back, eliciting quite a bit of laughter out of him. I let the sound of his joy fill my ears before I cut him off by planting a soft kiss on his smiling lips. Then, I begin my journey south. I almost feel dizzy with anticipation as I lift his shirt up to kiss his toned core and feel how warm his skin is. Fuck, I can't believe this is happening. We're doing this, right? Me, with my own boy? After I drag my moist lips across his smooth skin, I finally reach my goal: his cock. It's impossibly hard and twitches when my bearded chin makes contact with it -- and immediately, Kyle giggles. I look up at him. "What?" "That tickles," he says. "My beard?" I ask, and I grin a little bit before purposefully nuzzling my facial hair into his groin. Kyle squeals and erupts into boisterous laughter, trying to push my head away. "Daaad!" he says. I chuckle and instead give his cock a soft kiss. "Sorry," I tell him. "I couldn't resist." Then, no longer wanting to tease him, I extend my tongue and drag that moist muscle up the length of my son. He shivers and hums in response, calming down and only gently writhing as I open my mouth and take him in. What a strange feeling, this is. I've never had a boy in my mouth before, so the sensation of his boyishness catches me off guard. It's not surprising that he doesn't fill my mouth like an adult man would, or even an older teen boy, but it's still surprising how fully I can have him in my mouth with room to spare. I cover him in moist warmth before running my tongue around him in slow circles, causing him to moan lowly and his back to arch just a little bit. He likes it. And he's instinctive, too, judging by the way he so absentmindedly grabs my hair as I work him. I tug his pajama pants down his legs as I start to bob gently up and down, wanting him naked. He deserves to be naked. I want to give him the full treatment, the kind only Daddy can offer. Once I've tossed his pajama pants to the side, I pull my lips away from his cock and then tug at the hem of his shirt. "Can I take this off of you?" "Huh?" he says, looking a little dazed before he realizes what I'm asking. "Oh. Yeah!" I chuckle. "Sit up for me." He raises himself up and lets me pull his shirt off from over his head, leaving him bare naked in my bed. Fuck, what a sight. I've been eyeing my son for a while now, but now that he's here, hard and ready for me, there's a deeper expression of sexuality. Maybe it's because now I know that he wants it. "Can I ask you something, buddy?" When Kyle nods, I lick my bottom lip. "When you and Niall play, he ever use his tongue... down here?" I ask, finishing my sentence by stroking my fingers behind his balls and across his taint. I think he gets what I'm insinuating because he blushes and smiles. "Y-yeah," he says. "Do you like it when he does that?" He nods. "It feels really weird, but good weird." I know what you mean, buddy. But fuck, my mouth is watering so much again that I have to swallow a big gulp of saliva. "Can I do it to you?" I ask. Without answering me, Kyle just turns around onto his stomach and lifts his ass up as if following a command. That fluid, well-trained motion filled me with such daddy lust that I would love nothing more than to grab him by the hips and mate with him right here right now. But good things come to those who wait... Right? Besides, I have other plans with my boy's sweet ass. I get down behind him and place a hand on each of his cheeks, gently prying them apart to expose the sweet little rosebud nestled in between. My instincts are telling me to dive right in and fucking feast, but Kyle isn't Kieran. I can't devour the poor boy. Not yet, at least. So I exercise some restraint as I lean in and very gently swipe my tongue against his hole to gauge his reaction. Automatically, Kyle mewls while very gently pulling away. I lean in again, giving him a deeper lick, and he almost pulls as far forward as he can go -- but I hold my boy in place. I'm gonna give it to you good, kid. There's an inherent sweetness here, something I've never tasted before. My tongue is absolutely slick with my saliva, and I use it to my advantage and get plenty of the flavor my son has to offer. It's so different compared to the deep musk of a man. This is light, and less animalistic. And I have to be tender with my motions. I cant grab and slap his cheeks like I do with Kieran's. It's like a buffet with that ginger god, but here, I'm fine dining. The sounds that Kyle makes are so different compared to when I give him head. When I've got my mouth around his cock, he hums softly and even lets out the occasional giggle. Overall, he's more subdued than when my tongue touches him here. Now his moans are more frequent, louder, higher in pitch -- particularly when I push my tongue in. He squeals in such a sexy way that it makes my head spin. I wiggle my tongue around and moan myself. God, kid, you're so hot inside. The day I get to be inside you is a blessed day, indeed. I pull back to catch my breath and lick the flavor of him off my lips. "Can I make you cum, kiddo?" I ask. Kyle lifts his head and turns back towards me. "That good feeling, right?" Kyle asks. I smile patiently. "Right." Kyle nods. "Yes please," he says politely. Coming right up, little guy. Without wasting any more time, I gently flip him over onto his back, lean in, and take him fully into my mouth. Kyle moans softly, gently nudging his hips upward to meet my movements. That's it, buddy. Let yourself get into it. I can handle it. I encourage this movement by gently taking hold of his hips and assisting with his stride so that my nose and lips bump skin every time he thrusts. I'd love to finger him right now, if he were up for it -- but the rhythm right now is too good to interrupt. Focus, Ricky. There will be time for all of that later. Suddenly, I feel Kyle tensing up a bit. His muscles flex and his thrusts become more pointed until he's whimpering on the very edge of orgasm. Then, I feel it. I feel the way he pulses against my tongue, and though no special flavor is detected, I can really appreciate his dry cum. I focus on his moans, his grip on the sheets and my hair, the tautness in his stomach that doesn't let up until his boycock finally starts throbbing so incessantly between my lips. Slowly, my son relaxes and regains his breath. Gently, I pull off of him and look up with a little smile. "That was somethin'," I tease. Kyle laughs breathily, resting his hands on the top of his head. "That was *amazing*," he says, the awe in his voice unmistakable. It makes me feel like he hasn't had an orgasm quite like that yet, which gives me a surge of pride. *I* did that. I send little butterfly kisses in a straight line up his body before pecking his lips once. "I loved making you cum, Ky." "Can you do it again?" he whispers. I burst out laughing, glancing down between us before meeting his eye again. "I mean, I could, if you really want me to," I say, remembering fondly the days of being a boy. You could be roaring to go for round two in no time. But he decides to change his mind. "No, wait," he says, sitting up on his elbows. "I wanna do you now." Fuck. Me? I would have been perfectly happy exploring Kyle's body all night and making him cum until his legs were numb, but getting some sort of reciprocal treatment...? That doesn't sound so bad at all. "You sure?" I ask. "Don't feel obligated." "What's that mean?" he asks. I chuckle. "Like you have to." "Oh," he says, adding that word to his vocabulary. "But I *want* to." That's all I need to hear then. I sit back in bed and open my legs a bit, but Kyle quickly stops me. "You have to get naked, too." I grin a bit before nodding. "Fair is fair," I say, my heart racing as I pull off my shirt and my underwear one by one. Once I'm fully naked and have exposed myself to Kyle, I sit back against a pillow and await his next move. I watch as his eyes roam my body before once again settling on the thing that made him. He catches my eye once more and gives me a hesitant look, but all I do is nod and he smiles. He gets down on his stomach, keeping his face right between my legs. He leans in and then giggles again before saying "You smell funny." I wince. "Bad?" I ask. "No," he says calmly, taking another inhale. "Just, like, manly and stuff." I laugh, feeling relieved. So it's just my natural musk he's getting hints of... and seems to me he likes it. He sniffs around a little more before reaching forward with one hand, wrapping his fingers around the base of my cock, and tilting it down towards his open mouth. My toes curl as soon as his lips wrap around the head, and my whole body tenses. I can't believe this is happening. Kyle, my little boy, is so willingly ready to give me pleasure, pleasure that I had just given to him. This is what I've wanted, right? This closeness? But I can't even think about the emotional aspects because I'm too shocked and pleased by the physical sensations and the visuals. The way Kyle closes his eyes and bobs back and forth on a few inches of me is an indescribable sight. He looks like he's at peace. But his tongue isn't. It's going wild, dipping under my foreskin and sending shivers through my cock and up my spine. Kyle has the same cock that I do, so he knows what feels good -- and he's giving it to me. "God, Kyle, that feels so good," I moan when he takes me a little deeper. I gently hold onto his shoulder just to touch him, just to establish another point of contact while he does his work. I wonder how many times he's done this to Niall. Niall's an experienced boy, so he must've giving my son some pointers, right? I sigh softly, internally thanking Niall (and, by extension, Kieran) for blessing my kid with such intimate knowledge. For what he can handle, the boy's not bad in the slightest. He knows what to do with his lips and tongue, always keeps his teeth in check, and keeps a gentle, steady stroke on the base of my cock. I know my girth is a surprising thing for him to handle, but he's not making it seem like it's difficult. In fact, he's merely enjoying himself -- and I'm sure as hell enjoying that. I love the way he looks: his soft features really seem to come out (oddly enough) when he's sucking cock. His lips, moist and red, look a little bigger every time he suckles on just the head. His cheeks look softer and fuller. Even his eyelashes look somehow longer. What a beautiful kid I was blessed with, a beautiful kid that wants to give me pleasure. Hell, it's probably more likely that he's more selfish in his intentions and just wants to play, but I'll take what I can get. As I get closer and closer, I know my orgasm will be more intense than it's been in a long while. I can sense it. "I'm about to cum," I murmur, my legs just starting to tense up in preparation. Kyle pulls off but keeps his lips pressed against me as he looks up and speaks. "Are you gonna shoot?" he asks sweetly, still maintaining that steady stroke. "Uh huh," I say, desperate for him to put his mouth back on me. Thankfully I don't have to ask, and he once again wraps his lips around the head of my cock. I wasn't really thinking, though, about how intense this would be for Kyle -- because as soon as my cock starts to shoot, Kyle recoils and pulls off in surprise. He gulps down whatever made it into his mouth (which sounds like a pretty decent swallow) before he catches his breath, face flushed as he strokes the rest out of me. I should have figured. An adult orgasm is far more powerful than a pubescent kid's, but fuck, I was feeling too good to even think about that. Luckily Kyle regained a hold of himself quickly and merely got to watch quite a large orgasm happen right in front of his eyes. As he strokes, the rest of my cum spills out in thick, pearly-white ropes over my stomach down to my waist and all in my son's fingers... all with a smile on his face. It takes me a minute to really catch my breath, and while I do, my cock slowly gets softer in Kyle's hand. He just holds on with fascination, really making sure that he gets every drop of cum he can. Then, once I go more or less completely soft, he lets go and inspects the mess I made of his hand. "This is the stuff that made me, right?" he asks me, peering up with those adorable eyes of his. I nod. "Sure is," I say. "Weird," he whispers, separating his fingers and watching my cum drip. I just chuckle softly before cocking my chin towards my underwear. "Pass me my boxer briefs, will ya?" Kyle turns his head, scoops up my underwear for me, and hands it to me. I use my undies to quickly clean myself up, and then I toss them to the floor for now. "What about me?" he asks, holding his hand up. "Oh right," I say apologetically before taking his wrist in my hand. I bring his fingers to my lips and, one by one, suck them clean. He giggles a bit as I do so -- but once I finish his pinky, he decides to finish cleaning himself. He brings his palm to his lips and licks off the rest of my cum all the way around to the back of his hand. Once finished, he licks his lips and hums in a satisfied manner. Fuck, that was so cute and innocent and sexy and dirty all at the same time. I don't know what to make of it. "I like yours better," Kyle states. I arch my brow. "Than Niall's?" He nods. Again, I'm not sure if it was meant as a compliment, but I'm taking it as such. "C'mere," I tell him. With a smile, he scrambles back up into my lap and meets my lips with his. We share a long, drawn-out, sweet kiss that separates with the most luscious wet smack I've ever heard. "You're a sweet boy," I whisper. "You're a sweet man," he says back, blushing and giggling. God, he's so fucking cute. And *mine*. "How you feelin', little stud?" I ask. "Tired?" He shrugs. "A little," he says before biting his lip a bit. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" "Yeah?" I ask, my heart surging. "Right here?" "Mhm!" he says, swinging his arms around my neck. "Pweeease?" I'm aware that this is the most "childish" Kyle has acted with me, and I feel... deeply touched. Maybe he's hit that point where he finally feels absolutely comfortable with me, comfortable enough to be extra playful, or serious when he wants to be, or inquisitive like he always is. It's like he can finally be all parts of himself, openly. Maybe I'm reading too much into a simple moment, but to me, it feels so profound that I almost cry. "Of course," I whisper, giving him another gentle kiss. I only get up to shut off the light. When I return to bed, Kyle has already hidden himself under the covers, and I slip in with a grin. We play wrestle for about a minute before I've got him so cozily in my arms that he doesn't want to move. Guess we're spooning tonight. I feel... so content. I remember first bringing him into this home, just starting to get to know him, wondering if I'd ever get to a point where I feel like we understood each other. And even as we grew closer, there was always something I felt that was missing. But this? This closed that gap for me. Sealed it absolutely shut. Sex has always been a particularly emotionally validating thing for me, but with my own son, the gratification I feel is indescribably sweet. I lean in and kiss the side of his head before whispering into his ear. "I love you so much. I'm really glad you're my son." I can almost feel Kyle smiling as he slides back into me a little more. "I'm glad you're my dad," he says, holding onto the arm I have wrapped around him. He even gives my forearm a little kiss. "Thanks for saving me." "Saving you?" "From Ma's house." My heart initially sinks remembering how I couldn't be there for him for all those years. But I'm making up for it now, right? I hold him even closer to me and kiss the top of his head. "I always will, kiddo," I assure him. With that promise made, I feel myself totally relaxed and totally sure, and for the first time I can remember, I fall asleep smiling -- and feeling in love. When I wake up, it takes me a second to piece together what's happening. At first, I feel this vague sensation in my groin, a pleasure that slowly grows stronger the more conscious I become. Then, I sense the weight on top of me, particularly in my lap. And as sensation expands, I feel movement around my cock before the sound of slick stroking hits my ears. I'm hard. I can feel that. And then, the weight shifts, my cock is held tight, and the head of my dick presses firmly into... something. That's when the realization finally hits me. I snap awake to find Kyle sitting in my lap, doing his best to push me into him. "Kyle!" I exclaim, completely surprised. "Please?" he asks, unfazed by me waking up. He seems to have anticipated this possibility. "What are you--?" "Please, Dad?" he asks more desperately. I catch his eye and I can see the utter desire. It's like he's not even the same person anymore. He really wants it, doesn't he? "I'll prove I can do it." "Kyle--" "Please?" he asks again, almost sounding like he's on the verge of crying. It's that whine. He doesn't just want it. He *needs* it. I sigh through my nose. How can I deny him now? "You sure about this?" I ask, eyes flicking towards the clock on my nightstand. Shit. It's just past 4 am. He couldn't wait a few more hours? Then my eye catches the small bottle of lube to my right lying with the cap popped open. It's not mine. Must be his personal bottle, or one that he shares with his buddy. "Mhm," he says, nodding emphatically. "I just need your help putting it in. It's harder than the toys." I smile a little. Flesh behaves a little differently, little buddy -- especially when that flesh you want is fast asleep. "Well..." I take a breath, compose myself, and adjust for the situation. "If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do this right, kid," I tell him. He arches his eyebrow at me before he realizes I'm about to pounce. He squeals and laughs when I manage to yet again pin him down, and we laugh together for a moment until I silence him with a tender kiss on the lips. As we trade soft but deep kisses back and forth, I nudge my knees forward and easily spread his legs. He gets the hint and quickly wraps his legs around my waist as best as he can. I pull back and sigh softly against his lips. "This is how grown-ups make love," I tell him. He licks his lips a bit. "I'm not a grown-up, though." Too right you are. "It's how daddies and their sons can make love, too," I correct myself. Kyle seems to like that because he smiles. "Are you gonna put it in now?" I laugh, shaking my head. "Impatient little bastard, aren't you?" He giggles hearing me cuss but doesn't say anything further. I just reach down between us and give myself a few strokes. Seems like he gave me plenty of lube to work with. I then check his hole to find that he's lubed himself up well too -- well enough for my finger to slip in easily. He gasps and lets out a tiny moan, and my cock twitches at the feel of his inner warmth. God, he's silky inside -- and prepared. This boy isn't messing around. When I curl my finger and press into that special spot of his, his eyebrows raise. His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. We just hold gaze as I massage his little prostate and he digs his heels into my sides. This eye contact... It feels powerful. I haven't been inside him yet and I already feel so connected, so in tune to his needs. I know he'll be responsive. I know he's ready. I can feel it. But still, the careful father in me wants him to know it's okay to wait. "If it's too much, you stop me, okay?" "Yeah yeah," he murmurs, getting a laugh out of me. I have a feeling he's not gonna stop me for anything. I inhale, slowly pull my finger from him, and grab hold of my cock before letting the tip kiss his entrance. "Breathe in for me," I tell him, and when he does, I gently ease forward. Kyle's tight, that's for sure -- but he's no more difficult than most men I've been with. He grunts as the slicked head pops through and stretches him out, but he doesn't protest in any way. And as I feed more of me into him, he just sighs out, often with a pleased little whine along with it. I take it nice and easy, working about half of myself into him before I pull back a little. There, I start working in a stride. Back and forth I go, gently fucking my son like he so desperately wanted. "Whoa," he says, wide eyed as I keep giving him a little more and more. "How's it feel?" I ask. "Niall was right," he says, smiling. "Bigger ones do feel better." "Doesn't hurt?" He shakes his head. "Just feels really really full." Then, his blissful smile turns into a self-satisfied smirk. "Told you I could do it." I laugh before leaning down to kiss his precious lips. "I'll never doubt you again," I say. Kyle's the one who ropes me in for more kisses by wrapping his arms around my neck, but I'm the one who turns up the heat. As I feed my tongue into his panting, moaning mouth, I give it to my boy just a little harder, testing his limits, figuring out what makes him moan the loudest without getting uncomfortable. I want his first time with me, a grown man, his father who's love for him is endless, to feel as good as possible. I want it to be unforgettable. When he thinks about losing his virginity, I don't want him to think of Niall. I want him to think of tonight. And by the sounds he's making, I have a feeling I'll get my wish. I break the kiss only because I want to look at his face. At first, I expected him to have this look of focus, but Kyle has completely submitted to the bliss of it. He's a little bottom boy at heart. I can tell by the slack-jawed smile and the hard nail poking my stomach. Thank God for those toys... Kyle's handling me with relative ease. As I push in deeper until I'm nearly giving him every inch I possibly can, I reach in between us to grab hold of his cock. His back automatically arches as soon as I touch him as if shocked by electricity, and he moans out a single word: "Dad!" I grunt, stroking him faster, eyes focused as I watch my boy, not wanting to miss a single detail: the fluttery eyes, the flushed cheeks, the relaxed jaw, the little bit of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth... He's mine, my sweet boy, my flesh and blood. Cum for me, kid. Cum for Daddy. If I thought his earlier orgasm was something special, it was nothing compared to this one. This one is powerful. It's like Kyle holds nothing back and just moans, writhes, bucks, and pulses through his second dry cum of the night. It seems fucking him is the way to get the best cums out of him... and me as well. Seeing my boy in the throes of such intense pleasure, pleasure that *I'm* providing, sends me right over the edge. His hole clenches tightly on my cock, milking it for all its worth until I'm thrusting in a little deeper and planting my second load of the night deep into my son. All I feel is that all-consuming beast of an orgasm overtaking me before, quite suddenly, everything feels fuzzy and I start to black out... When I awake, it's because Kyle's slapping my face gently and saying "Dad! Wake up!" I grunt, lifting my hand up to block his next slap before I groggily blink. "What happened?" "You passed out," he says. "For how long?" "Just a second," he says. I don't even have to look to know he's stifling a laugh. I can hear it. "Shut up," I murmur. That seems to do him in, because he bursts out laughing. "You scared me," he says between giggles. "I'm perfectly fine," I say, grinning before I pull him back into me. "If you didn't make me feel so damn good, that wouldn't have happened." He just grins as I hold him close, the front of our bodies touching, my hand resting on his ass to keep him near me. "That was the best I ever felt." "You were amazing, kiddo," I say, kissing his forehead. He just keeps smiling to himself as he toys with the hair on my chest. "Thanks for doing that with me." Then, he wraps his arm around me and buries his face between my pecs. "I love you so much, Dad." I swoon. I couldn't possibly swoon any more intensely than in this moment, after making love with my son for the first time, after cumming so hard that I passed the fuck out. I thought I was satisfied after the blowjobs we swapped, but this? This was the real deal. This physical connection just reinforced that emotional connection we both share and have been working on since he moved in with me. Now I feel more secure than ever in my title as his father -- but more than that too. I want to be his friend, his confidant, his lover... All of that, it seems, is just falling so effortlessly into place. And to think, this is only just the beginning... - The End (for now) -