Date: Wed, 5 Jul 2023 21:14:43 -0600
From: benjamin winkler <fanofdrama31@gmail.com>
Subject: Little Austin's Big Day (incest, camping)

The following story was inspired by one I read recently called, 'Mommy had
to go out' and I have the author's permission to add more to it. Since this
is part two of that story, it would make sense to read part 1 first so you
should definitely check it out.  Keep in mind that both include depictions
of sexual activity between a father and his young son but if that's what
you're looking for, you're in luck.  If not, move to another category in
the archive.  Part 1 has the contact information for the author if you like
what you read there.  If you happen to like what you read here, let me know
fanofdrama31@gmail.com.  Please consider a donation to Nifty if you think
you can afford it.

Austin's birthday is coming up soon so I have to get him the playstation
like I said I would.  After all, he's a pretty good kid.  Maybe he does
struggle with school sometimes but I think he only has trouble with
subjects he's not interested in because he's been a pretty quick study in a
couple of things I've been teaching him.  I think he'll also do well with
his next lesson I have to teach because he's made it very clear that he
wants to learn more.

No, I'm not actually a teacher; I'll leave that to the professionals.  That
is to say, I don't teach at a school and I don't have any experience in the
world of academia, other than recieving mediocre grades when I was a
student myself. Perhaps that is where Austin gets it from but it doesn't
matter to me how well he does as long as he tries his best, which I know he
does.  And I certainly know he tries his best when it comes to the things
I've been teaching him here at home.

Unfortunately, my lessons can only happen when it's just the two of us
because I don't want my wife to find out.  She's a good woman and a good
mother to Austin so I don't want that to change, if not for my sake then
for Austin's; he adores her, like most boys his age do their mothers. So,
as necessity predicts, we keep our lessons to ourselves and have been very
fortunate so far.

Anyway, back to the boy's birthday.  I think I'm almost as excited for it
as Austin.  It's still over 2 weeks away, which sounds like a lot of time,
but I have a lot of planning to do, not for the party itself but for what
comes after it.  I've talked to the wife and she likes the idea of me and
Austin spending some quality father/son time on a campout.  She thinks
we'll be doing the traditional fishing, swimming, ghost stories, smores,
hot dogs, etc. and she isn't wrong about that.  But, there are a couple
things on the agenda that might not fit into the traditional list of
campout activities, at least not between a father and his young son.

She hasn't been gone much over the past week or so, not even to help her
sister Amy with their mother.  In a way, that's good news because her
mother is in poor health and I think it's sweet of her to help out when she
can.  However, that leaves me and Austin with practically no time to be
alone together.  If we are, it's only briefly and not near enough time to
do anything without getting caught.  In situations like this, we have to
take what we can get.

Austin has a pretty regular routine that he keeps to on a daily basis.
Once he gets home, if he has any homework, he'll start working on it until
dinner time.  If he gets it done before dinner (or if he doesn't have any),
he can play in his room or go outside if the weather is nice until time to
eat.  After dinner, he likes to take a bath and change into his favorite
Paw Patrol pajamas. Then he plays with his dinosaurs and cars until
bedtime.  Like I said, pretty routine.

So, if my wife is busy during Austin's bath time, she'll ask me to check on
him, which of course I'm happy to do.  I love my son and would never
forgive myself if anything happened to him under my supervision.  That, and
he's not exactly an eye sore either, especially sitting naked in the tub
and happily playing with his plastic triceratops.  He may like the toy but
I don't care for it; stepping on it with a bare foot really hurt!
Sometimes his blonde hair is wet because my wife washed it already but if
the timing is right, I get to do it myself.

I wish I could bathe my boy from head to toe but like I said, I have to
take what I can get when the wife is literally in the other room.  This
normally means I just sit there on the toilet with the lid down and watch
him as he plays with his dinosaurs and speedboat, admiring his young naked
body until the wife calls me back or it's time for him to get out.
However, there are those times where I at least get to wash his hair and I
even had one such time recently in fact.

I don't remember what the wife was doing but she was preoccupied with
something or other and Austin was whooping from the bathroom. Before she
even asked, I offered to attend to the boy, which she naturally accepted
without batting an eye.  As I went down the hallway toward the bathroom,
she hollered after me that she hadn't gotten a chance to wash his hair so
if I could do that for her, she would really appreciate it.  My heart
skipped a beat and my cock began to stir.

There was my beautiful naked son!  He was sitting there in the tub, legs
extended and partly spread as he zoomed his motorboat between them. His
little willy and ballsack lay nestled between his smooth thighs, clearly
visible through the water.  When I came through the open door (which we
kept open during his bath time for safety reasons), he simply looked up and
grinned, being quite used to either of his parents walking in on him and at
that age where modesty is not even remotely a concern.  He continued
playing with his boat, making motor sounds as he moved it back and forth
between his legs.  Sometimes he would move to create waves and then jump
the boat over one of his knees.

"Hey, buddy, how's it going in here?  You're not going to make the boat
crash or have the mean dinosaurs attack or anything, are you?"  I ask as I
put the toilet lid down and take a seat.

"Nope, it's ok.  They're all safe.  The dinosaurs are nice, not mean.  Is
mommy going to wash my hair or are you?"  He stopped moving his legs and
the waves for the boat stopped soon after.  He dropped the hand holding it
to his side, his left hand rested on his thigh.

"Well, I'm certainly glad you didn't crash the boat and mommy's busy for
the moment so I get to wash your hair.  Go ahead and turn around so I can
get your head under the faucet."

Granted, Austin does throw his tantrums sometimes when he's tired or
hungry, which is totally understandable because I also get cranky under
those circumstances myself.  However, getting his hair washed by me is NOT
one of those times when he decides to have a fit.  Quite the opposite, in
fact.  He told me once that he likes it better when I wash his hair because
'mommy goes too fast' and turns on the water before he closes his eyes.
Plus, with the things I've been teaching him lately, he's a very willing
participant even though he knows we can't do much when mommy is in the
other room.

Austin quickly turned around and leaned backwards, allowing his head to
rest in my hand while I turned on the water.  He had his eyes closed but
definitely knew I was admiring his slim body from his adorable face all the
way to his cute little toes.

I supported his head in one hand as I used the other to direct the water
over his hair to wet it completely.  He lay completely still, almost as if
he were asleep, his hands at his sides, not trying to cover any part of
himself but instead allowing his father to enjoy the view.  It only took
moments but I never tire of that sight.

Once his hair was all wet, he sat up with his back towards me.  He had put
the toy boat on the edge of the tub and now both hands were in front, above
his crotch but still not trying to cover it.  One hand absently fiddled
with his little willy while the other lay on his thigh.

"Daddy, when do you think we can have our special time again?"  His voice
was not much more than a whisper, fully aware of the necessity to keep
things like this quiet around mommy.

"I don't know, buddy.  I wish we could do it all the time but you know why
we can't do that.  We have to wait for when mommy has to go out again.  I
don't know when that will be but I promise you, as soon as it does, we can
do it, okay?"

"But what if it's past my bedtime?  Will you wake me up?  I won't be
cranky, I promise!  I think maybe I'll be a little tired but it's so much
fun and I like it lots. Pleeeeaaaassseee?!"  Austin had turned his upper
body enough to face me and the fiddling of his willy was more deliberate.

"Hopefully you won't be asleep but if you are, I'll gently wake you up.
Now be a good boy and stay still while I wash this mop on your head you
call hair."

"Daaadd, it's NOT a mop, it's my hair!"  Austin informed me, as if I didn't
know.  He wasn't mad, though, being familiar with my teasing.

"I know, buddy, but it does need to be washed.  You'll scare away all the
girls if you get too close."  As I tease him again, I lather up his hair
with his favorite shampoo.

"Eww, girls, gross! They have cooties!"

"You may not think so in a few more years but anyway, that's beside the
point. Tilt your head back so I can rinse all the soap out."

Austin obediently leaned back and rested his head in my hand as I once
again directed the water around to rinse his hair.  Now that I had told him
I would do what I could about our special time as he called it, his hand
had stopped fiddling with his willy, although it was still sort of stiff.
It looked adorable bobbing near the surface of the water above his
undeveloped ballsack.

I'm not sure why I allowed it but my wife had insisted we get him
circumcised so there was no extra skin covering the tip.  No doubt that it
was still super cute and since it belonged to my son I loved it regardless
but being uncut myself, I sort of wish I had put my foot down so that he
wouldn't miss out on the extra sensitivity and I would have more things to
teach him about male personal hygiene.

Once the soap was rinsed from his hair, Austin resumed playing with his
boat as I watched until the wife called me into the other room again.

That happened a few days before I went into his room so we could take
advantage of the small amount of time we had while the wife went to Amy's
to help with their mother.  True to my word, even though he had been
asleep, I did in fact wake him up and keeping his promise, he didn't get
cranky.  I like knowing I'm raising a son who keeps his promises!

But now we had no choice but to wait.  Maybe Amy would call again but there
was no guarantee that would happen before Austin's birthday.  It is
possible that I might get to wash his hair again between now and then but
that wasn't a safe bet either and of course, wouldn't allow for much time
anyway.  So, let's just say it's going to be a long two weeks and I'm not
sure I'll be able to wait that long.  Like I said, I might be as excited
for his birthday as he is, although for a reason other than a party with
cake and ice cream and presents.

(Thirteen days pass and this year, Austin's birthday falls on a Saturday.
It is now early Friday evening and the boy is in his room. He's finished
his homework and is currently on the floor playing with his dinosaurs and
cars, blissfully unaware that the two never existed in the same time
frame.)

It's a good thing I started planning when I did.  Of course the wife tended
to the preparations for the party but she felt it more appropriate that his
father plan the camping trip, to which I heartily agreed.  So while she
made invitations and gift bags, ordered the cake, and bought a few
presents, I was busy buying food like hot dogs and marshmallows, preparing
our tent and sleeping gear, and reserving a good campsite. I also checked
the air mattress for holes and fixed the ones I found; we couldn't have the
bed going flat in the middle of the night, no matter what we may be doing
on it at the time.

Now it's Friday so all the final preparations have to be set in order to be
ready to leave for the campground right after the party.  Since tomorrow is
going to be pretty busy, I want to check in with Austin and sort of let him
know what the plan is for the day.

I walk to his bedroom door, which is open, and look in on him laying on the
floor on his belly, his legs bent at the knees as he feet made random
figure 8s in the air.  I knock on the door frame to get his attention and
when he hears it, he turns to face me, smiles, then turns back to his cars
and dinosaurs.  As much as I want to take his pajama bottoms down and bury
my face in his beautiful little bottom, I know I have to wait until
tomorrow night.

"Hi daddy, did you come to play dinos with me?"

"No, not exactly, buddy.  I just wanted to let you know what the plan is
for tomorrow."  I couldn't be mad at his question; sometimes I did join him
on the floor while he crashed the cars and dinosaurs together, complete
with sound affects.

"But daaadd, I already know! There's going to be cake and ice cream and
presents and cake and my friends are coming over and....."

"Yeah, of course you already know all about that because you're such a
smart young man.  But I was talking about AFTER the party, when we go on
our daddy/son campout."

Austin looked a little confused for a split second, then the light went on
and he gave a bashful grin as he looked down at the floor.

"Oh yeah, I know about that too.  That's when we're going to have hot dogs
and mallows, then we'll have our special time."  His voice was more of a
whisper as he spoke and I found his shyness beyond adorable.

"Yep, that's true, bud, because you're a good son and you deserve a big
party with lots of presents and cake and ice cream but not only that, I
really do think you're ready for your next lesson like we talked about
before.  But that's not really why I came in here.  I just wanted to make
sure you had all your stuff packed because we're leaving right after the
party so we can get to the campsite before dark.  Did mommy help you pack?"

"Yep, here's my stuff over here!"  He suddenly lept to his feet and ran to
his backpack he normally used for school. He unzipped the top and began
flinging its contents across the floor.

"Whoa, bud, mommy took a lot of time to help you pack it so I don't think
you should just throw everything out like that."

"Sorry, daddy, I just wanted to show you what was in there and..."  He
stopped tossing things from his backpack and stood still, obviously upset
that he had done something wrong.

"It's ok, just be more careful.  Bring the bag here and start picking this
stuff up so we can put it back in.  I'll help and check to see if your
mother got everything you'll need."

Relieved that I wasn't mad at him, Austin began to collect the things he
had tossed out.  As he handed them to me, I took note of each thing as I
put them back in the bag.  Included was a change of clothes, his swimsuit
and towel, 2 pairs of socks, a pair of underwear that actually did NOT have
the Paw Patrol characters on it (which was a rare sight indeed), his only
other pair of pajamas he would sometimes wear if his favorites happened to
be in the laundry, and a bunch of toys he wasn't playing with at the
moment.  I personally figured he wouldn't actually use most of it but we
would bring it along to make the wife happy.

"I'd say mommy did pretty good but she did forget one thing.  Can you guess
what it is?"

Austin stood next to where I was sitting on the edge of his bed,
contemplating the question.  Then, the light went on again and he got a
mischievous smile on his cute face.  He got on his hands and knees next to
me and lowered his torso so that he could reach the package of baby wipes
under the bed that he knew was there.  Maybe it was my imagination but he
seemed to be purposely taking his time in that position and the sight of
his little bottom sticking up in the air so close to me was driving me
crazy.  I knew better than to try and slide his pajama pants down but I
couldn't resist the temptation so with my eyes focused on the open doorway,
I reached over and gently squeezed each round butt cheek multiple times.  I
kept doing that, even as Austin began to back out from under his bed and
although the material was in the way, I allowed my middle finger to slide
along the inside of his crack.

When he was finally out from under the bed, he walked on his knees the
short distance to where I was sitting and tried to paw at my crotch like a
sad puppy.  It made me sad to push his hand away, especially when I saw the
disappointment in his eyes, but I knew it was for the best.  There was
absolutely no way we could jeopardize our camping trip now.

"Don't worry, buddy.  I won't be stopping you tomorrow night but we can't
do that right now.  Can you be a good boy for daddy tonight and pick up all
your toys?  I stepped on the one with the 3 horns and really hurt my poor
foot."

"Silly daddy, that one is called a trycertops and you're not supposed to
step on them, you're supposed to play with them like this."  Of course,
silly me, I should've known but I watched patiently as he showed me,
obviously having forgotten his failed attempt to get into my pants.

"Of course, I knew that.  Well, whatever it's called and whatever you're
supposed to do with it, please pick him and his friends up before bedtime,
okay? And that includes the cars too.  I don't want to step on anything if
I happen to come in here to check on you later."  I gave him a wink, which
made him blush and smile back.  I hadn't told him for sure that I would so
that I didn't have to break a promise to him but he knew that if I could
get away, I would definitely come visit him after his regular bedtime.

He went back to playing as I left his room.

After dinner, per usual, I happened to catch sight of his full frontal
nudity as he bolted down the hallway from his room to the bathroom.  My
wife didn't even look up from what she was doing when she heard his bare
feet pad across the carpet but I definitely recognized the sound and
casually glanced in his direction as if I thought nothing of it.  We didn't
make eye contact because he was on a mission with a car in one hand and the
triceratops in the other but I certainly appreciated the view, fleeting
though it was, before he disappeared into the bathroom.

We heard lots of crashing sounds, growling from the dinosaurs, and water
splashing around for a while before my wife asked if he was ready to get
his hair washed.  He responded that he was but before I could volunteer
again, she left the room and went to join him.  I was disappointed but
didn't show it in case she happened to notice my reaction.

After a few minutes of obvious struggling, my wife came back to the living
room, her forearms wet as well as the front of her shirt.  Before I had
started having 'special time' with Austin, seeing her chest wet like that
would've stirred up a reaction.  I did glance down and grin to give the
impression that I still enjoyed what I saw (which I did) but little did she
know that she was now in second place to her own son.

"I don't how you manage to wash his hair without any trouble.  He always
puts up a fight with me so I think he's getting to that age where I'm
probably not the one he wants around him when he's naked.  Maybe it's time
for his father to take over. If it's ok with you, I'd like you to start
washing his hair.  Would you be willing to do that, honey?"

"Of course, I'd be happy to.  I'm sure you're probably right; a boy his age
starts getting shy about stuff like that, especially around his mother.
I'll take over as his hair washer once we get back on Sunday."  I've gotten
pretty good at masking my emotions so although my heart skipped a beat and
my cock responded in my pants, my face kept my reaction neutral.

"Ok, good.  And actually, you could sort of start tonight.  I know I
already washed his hair but if you wouldn't mind drying him off and helping
him into his pajamas, that'd be great.  I noticed the other day that
somehow he had managed to put his underwear on backwards."

Ok, so it wasn't really 'the other day' but in a woman's terms, that could
mean last week or last month.  In this instance, it was last month.  I
remember because she had left to help Amy but had returned sooner than
expected so my poor son had to hurry and put his clothes back on.  In his
frantic state, he had indeed put his cute little briefs on backwards before
putting his pants on over them.  I'm not sure how she noticed this but
mothers are very observant and besides, sometimes he still needs help
undoing his pants to use the bathroom so maybe she saw the switched
underwear then.  Needless to say, after that incident, neither of us got
completely naked unless we knew for sure how long she was actually going to
be gone.

"Yeah, of course I could do that.  We can't have our son running around
with underwear on the wrong way."  In my mind I was thinking that may
actually look sort of cute, with the opening for the fly over his little
bottom but once again, I had to appear neutral.

"Awesome!  Ok, so go ahead and do that when he's ready to come out.  I'm
going to read in bed for awhile so try to keep it down.  I know that
sometimes the two of you get a little crazy, especially on a Friday night.
And don't forget, we all have a big day tomorrow so I think we should try
to get to bed a little earlier than usual."

With no further instructions for me, she left the room and stopped in the
hallway briefly to tell Austin what she had just told me.  Once he finally
agreed to an earlier bedtime, she went to our bedroom and closed the door
behind her.

I waited a few minutes to give her time to change out of her damp shirt and
get situated in bed.  Although she had given us both permission to be alone
together, I still didn't want any interruptions.  When I thought it was
safe, I made my way to the bathroom and sat on the toilet with the lid down
to watch my beautiful naked son in the tub.

Even though he wouldn't admit it, Austin was pretty tired and ready to get
out soon after I joined him.  He stood up and held his arms out to me,
waiting for me to take his hands and help him out of the tub.  We both knew
he was more than capable of doing that without my assistance but we also
knew that we enjoyed the charade anyway.  As he stood next to me and
shivered, I took a large fluffy towel from a nearby shelf and wrapped it
around his torso while holding him close to my chest.  My legs were spread
and he was standing between them, pretty close to where he would normally
stand to pee.

He leaned his head against the crook of my shoulder and I felt his warm
breath on my neck.  It smelled of roast beef and mashed potatoes because he
had yet to brush his teeth.  I didn't care, though; I thought it smelled
delicious.

Normally, my wife was right when she said that we could be sort of loud
sometimes but tonight, my adorable son was fairly quiet. Then it dawned on
me that maybe he was nervous about tomorrow night.  His whispered question
confirmed my suspicion.

"Daddy, will it hurt when you put it in my butt?"

"Maybe a little bit at first but if you're really brave and do exactly what
daddy tells you, it'll feel amazing.  You trust daddy, don't you bud?"
With our heads as close to each other as they were, it was easy to whisper
into the other's ear.

As we talked back and forth, I gently rubbed the towel across his back,
eventually moving my hand lower to cup his round bottom.  Like I had done
in his bedroom earlier when he had been retrieving the baby wipes, I gently
sqeezed each one several times and again allowed my finger to slide along
the inside of his crack.  He let out a small sigh when he felt the tip
press at his tight pucker.

"Yeah, I guess so.  I mean, the boys in the videos you showed seemed to
like it a lot so it can't hurt their butts too much.  If they can do it, I
can do it, too."  Suddenly, Austin seemed quite resolved to be brave and
caught me by surprise by thrusting his hips backwards into my hand.  The
quick movement knocked the towel from my grip and before I knew it, his
bare bottom was in my palm.

His body had warmed up some from the towel and being in close contact with
my own so now he had stopped shivering as much as before.  He remained
motionless as he stood in front of me and merely sighed contentedly as my
hand roamed over the mounds of his backside and along the vally created
between them.  He had his arms draped over my shoulders and was beginning
to lean into my chest with his naked torso.

Of course, I wished that I was as naked as he was but he still felt
amazing.  His bare skin was incredibly soft all over his body, with no hair
anywhere but on his head.  I glanced down and saw his cute willy poking out
above his smooth ballsack.  At his age, it was still small enough that it
didn't hang down from its own weight like it would later when he was older.

I had to bend some to reach the fallen towel but I retrieved it, then
pulled it up between us so I could use it to finish drying my son.  He was
slowly drifting off to dreamland but was awake enough to sigh and moan just
a little bit when he felt the fluffy towel and my hand gently wrap around
his private parts.  Once that was done, I moved up his torso, patting him
down as I went, then finally dried his hair.  The wife had trimmed it
recently so it was mostly dry already but I had to be sure; I didn't want
him to catch a cold from going to bed with wet hair the night before his
big day.

The wife was right, our little boy was growing up and becoming fairly heavy
in the process, a fact not lost on me as I tried to hold him and stand up
at the same time.  I only tried twice before I stood up first, then picked
him up, loving the feeling of his slender naked legs wrapped around my
waist.  The towel was still between us, most of it cradled at his crotch
with the ends draped over his thighs.  However, his little round bottom was
bare to my touch as I held it in both hands and carried my sweet sleepy boy
to his bedroom.

I lay him gently on his bed and smiled at the peaceful look on his face.
Even though he was half asleep, which was obvious because of his fluttering
eyelids, he grinned back at me and spread his thighs ever so slightly.

"I can't wait until tomorrow, daddy.  It'll be lots of fun, then I'll be
like those boys in the videos.  You promise it won't hurt my butt much?"
Even with droopy eyelids, his nervousness about the possibility of pain was
evident.

"I promise, buddy.  I'll be really gentle and go slow.  Just remember,
you're a big boy now and big boys are brave and can handle a little bit of
pain, even in their butts.  Now, get some rest.  You're going to need it."

"What about my pjs?"

If it were up to me, I'd leave the boy just as he was, naked from head to
toe.  However, with the possibility of the wife checking on him in the
middle of the night, I knew that unfortunately I would have to cover him up
with more than just his blankets.  He did have a tendency to kick those off
in his sleep and if the wife happened to see him with no clothes on, she
would wonder why I hadn't dressed him.

"Ok, ok, hold your horses.  Or should I say, dinosaurs.  Sit up for a
minute so I can put your shirt on."

My sweet boy giggled when I said 'dinosaurs', then sat up, looking at me
intently with his pretty blue eyes.  He raised his arms so that I could put
his shirt on and since I couldn't resist the temptation, I quickly went for
his sides and armpits for a little bit of tickle time.  Of course, this got
his attention and he giggled and squealed in delight while trying to use
his arms and legs to push me away.

I stopped pretty quickly for 2 reasons; one, the wife had specifically
asked me to keep it down so she could read her book and keeping her happy
was essential or she might try and cancel our camping trip and two,
watching my son squirming around on his bed with his bottom half completely
exposed was having a very arousing affect on me, especially when he had
both feet against my chest in his attempt to push me away.  His little
willy and ballsack jiggled between his legs and his tiny pink pucker was
visible briefly amid all his wiggling and kicking.  Like him, I couldn't
wait until tomorrow either.

He calmed down as soon as I stopped tickling him and watched me as I lifted
up one of his legs at a time and slide it into the corresponding leg hole
of his cute Spongebob underwear.  When I had the briefs up to his knees, he
thrust his hips towards me to lift his little butt up so that I could pull
them up to his waist.  I pulled them all the way up into place, sad that I
had to cover his beautiful body.  I gently patted my son's adorable bulge,
then repeated the process with his pajama bottoms.

"Thanks daddy.  I love you."  With that, he grabbed his stuffed bear with
one hand, pulled the blankets up over himself with the other, and turned
onto his side.  The poor boy was ready for bed and I couldn't blame him.

"Thanks for not being too loud.  I'm glad the two of you get along so well
but we both know that sometimes you do get carried away and I really wanted
him to get to bed so that he'll be well rested for his party tomorrow.  No
one wants a grumpy birthday boy to deal with or at least, I know that I
certainly don't."

"Yeah, he was pretty tired anyway.  He was practically asleep before I got
him to his bed and didn't want any pajamas but I told him that mommy would
be upset if he didn't wear them.  Once he heard that, he just lay there and
let me dress him but he wasn't too happy about it."

Perhaps that was a little bit of a stretch but what she didn't know
couldn't hurt her.

"Well, you're right, I would be a little upset.  I don't really care if he
wants to go naked in his own bed but I did make those for him myself so it
would be nice if he wore them.  Of course, like I said earlier, he is
growing up and maybe he doesn't like Paw Patrol as much anymore or wearing
clothes to bed.  I guess it wouldn't be the end of the world in either
event but it just makes me sad that our son won't be a little boy much
longer."

"I totally agree but let's not think about that now.  He's not the only one
with a busy day tomorrow so maybe we should try to get some sleep too.  By
the way, I know he gave you trouble earlier when you were washing his hair
but seeing you in that wet shirt was a pleasant surprise.  Maybe we could
send him to a friend's house sometime and have some alone time of our own."

"MMm, I think we could arrange that but for now we need to sleep.  Oh, you
didn't happen to have him brush his teeth did you?"

"No, I figured we could let that slide for tonight.  One night isn't going
to kill him."

"Ok, but make sure he does it tomorrow night.  I'll have to throw his
toothbrush and toothpaste into his bag before you guys leave tomorrow.  I
didn't pack it tonight because I figured he'd need to use it."

"It's ok, hone, I'll get it first thing in the morning before the party,
that way we won't have to worry about it later.  Now that that's settled,
I'm not as tired as Austin was but we definitely need to call it a night."

The wife put her book on her side table while I turned off the light.  Soon
after, she was fast asleep while I kept trying to imagine just how amazing
it was going to feel to be inside my adorable son.

His big day had finally arrived and Austin was bouncing off the walls well
before the scheduled time for the party.  While the wife busied herself
with decorations and setting out the snacks, he insisted on 'helping' but
only proved to be in the way.  To her credit, my wife was patient with him
as long as she could be but his persistence finally went beyond her
tolerance level and she eventually told him that he had to either go to his
room or play outside until his friends started to arrive.  Sad at first
that he was no longer 'needed' to help, he quickly got over it and was soon
playing happily in the backyard.

The party was a great success.  One or two of his friends couldn't make it
but there were plenty of others to keep him occupied, doing who knows what
as they chased each other around and making lots of noise in the process.
After a few games with prizes for the winners (none of that prizes for
everyone who participated BS, not in my house), everyone gathered around in
the dining room and sang 'Happy Birthday' while Austin sat there and
blushed.  The wife asked if he wanted to do presents or cake and ice cream
first, which caused him to think for a minute before shouting 'Presents!'.
No doubt he was wondering if he was going to get the playstation like I
said he would the last time I visited him in his room while the wife had
been out.

All the kids cheered as my wife and I started bringing the presents over to
the dining room table.  Austin's face lit up each time he opened one of
them but he was practically glowing when he unwrapped the playstation.  He
looked at me with a twinkle in his eye, as if he were remembering what he
had done to earn it.

"Thanks, daddy!  You're the best daddy in the whole wide world!"  He held
it in his hands, turning it over to see it from every possible angle even
though it was still in the box.

"You're welcome, buddy.  You've earned it for being such a good boy but
remember to thank mommy, too."

"Thanks, mommy! When can I play it? Can I play it now?"

"In a little bit, sweetie.  How about we have the cake and ice cream, then
you can set it up?That way, if any of your friends have to leave, they
won't miss out."

"Ok. We can have the cake and ice cream now."  He almost sounded a little
disappointed, which made his mother and I chuckle.  What boy his age is
disappointed at the prospect of eating cake and ice cream?

That part went well, albeit messy, but soon all the sugar high boys were in
the living room trying to make sense of the connection cords behind the
TV. The playstation was still in its box on the coffee table.  I had to
step in and take over before they broke something or hurt themselves or
possibly both.  With them all hovering around me, especially Austin, I was
struggling to set everything up properly.  Luckily I was able to finish
before my patience had expired.

We let them play for a while but it was only a matter of time before the
final party guest was picked up by his mother.  Without really knowing her,
I could tell she was the type who was very conditioned by schedules; she
picked her son up when the clock matched the end time we had listed on the
party invitation and not a minute after.  I could respect that.

While they were preoccupied with the game, I had loaded the truck for our
camping trip.  I've never been the type who saw any point in an RV; for me,
that defeats the purpose.  If you want to have all the comforts of home
then you might as well stay home.  It's not really camping unless you get a
little dirty, eat partially burned or undercooked hot dogs, and come back
smelling like a mixture of lake water, bug spray, and campfire smoke.
After all, everyone knows that swimming counts as taking a bath and despite
your best efforts to avoid it, smoke will undoubtedly follow you no matter
where you sit around the fire, as will pesky mosquitoes despite being
lathered with bug spray.

However, I was partial to some minor amenities, such as an air mattress to
keep myself off of the hard uneven ground.  I didn't care if I missed out
on the other comforts of home but I wasn't foolish enough to think I'd
possibly get a good night's sleep without something decent to lay on.  I
had purposely packed the larger one that my wife and I used when she joined
us but also thought to grab the small one that Austin usually used, too.  I
had the thought that he probably wouldn't actually use it but would bring
it along anyway.

When I told Austin that it was time to leave, he naturally responded with
the classic '5 more minutes' plea deal.  I knew he was excited about our
trip but at the moment he was in the zone and leaning from side to side as
if his movement would somehow help his performance in the game.

"Ok, 5 more minutes but after that we need to go.  I want to get there in
time to set up the tent and maybe go swimming before it gets dark."

He just nodded and said 'ok', too focused on the game to respond any more
than that.  My wife pulled me aside.

"You think he'll be okay without a diaper tonight?  Maybe you should bring
one and make sure that he puts it on.  You know he's scared of going to the
bathroom in the dark so it might be easier this way if he can just do his
business without having to leave the tent.  Just don't tease him about it
or make him feel bad.  Some of his friends' moms have told me that it's
more common than people think for boys his age to either wear diapers at
night or wet the bed."

"I'll bring it but if he decides not to wear it, I'm not going to force
him.  If he happens to wet himself in the night, I'll put his clothes and
sleeping bag in the wash when we get back. Deal?"

"Ok, I guess that will be okay.  I'll go grab one and sneak it into his
bag.  I'm sure he'd be embarrassed if he saw his mommy putting a diaper in
his backpack, even if none of his friends are around to see it."  With
that, she went to retrieve a diaper from his room while I went to the
living room to tell the boy that his 5 minutes were up and it was time go,
this time for real.

"Go ahead and save your spot, buddy, we need to get going. Mommy's grabbing
your backpack for you but if you can think of anything else you want to
grab really quick, go get it.  I'll be outside. Oh, and don't forget to use
the potty, too.  It's a little bit of a drive to the campsite."

Austin saved his place in the game and shut everything down.  Then he
dashed to his bedroom and grabbed his teddy bear, practically colliding
with my wife in the hallway on his way in either direction.  She merely
chuckled at his enthusiasm and passed his backpack to him as he ran by as
if it were a baton in a relay race.

"Bye, honey!  Have a good time with daddy and I'll see you tomorrow! I love
you!"

"Bye, mommy! Love you too!"

I couldn't help noticing how little Austin looked as he sat in the
backseat, his backpack by his side and his teddy bear in both hands on his
lap.  He was average size for his age but seemed much smaller, most likely
because we were in my big truck.  When we traveled in his mother's car, he
didn't seem so out of proportion to his surroundings. I guess he could
sense my gaze on him because he glanced forward and saw my reflection in
the rearview mirror and smiled.

It wasn't a long trip by adult standards but for a little boy with a small
bladder, even a couple of hours seems like forever.  Maybe he should've put
on a diaper before we left so that we wouldn't have to stop.  I really did
want to get to camp as soon as we could.

I kept my eye on him by glancing at the mirror every so often.  At first,
the tugging at his crotch was sporadic while he quietly played with his
cars and dinosaurs.  Then, I noticed his hand was there more often until
eventually it remained between his legs, held snugly in place by his
thighs.  Once he was at that point, he finally voiced his need to use the
restroom.

"Hang on, buddy.  Let me pull over."

"Hurry, daddy, please hurry!  It's starting to dribble out!"  He was
starting to panic as I pulled onto the shoulder of the highway.

A lot of kids tend to think that minor things might just be the end of the
world and that was sort of how Austin was acting now.  I knew better than
to tease him in his moment of strife but that didn't mean that I wasn't a
little turned on by what he had said about it dribbling out.  Piss play was
something I had considered introducing to him but I hadn't decided to go
that route yet; honestly, I wasn't sure how he would feel about it.

I opened his door and unbuckled him, then let him leap into my arms since
the truck was high off the ground and I didn't want him jumping down that
far.  He slid down my body until he was on his own two feet, then bounded
away to a nearby road sign.  Obviously unconcerned about the traffic behind
him, he quickly shoved his pants and underwear down to his knees and let
loose.

From where I stood by the truck, I could see his adorable little butt and
the back of his thighs as he unashamedly relieved himself.  I still
couldn't believe that he was going to let me bury myself inside that
beautiful part of his body, and soon too.  Not only was he going to let me
do it, he had been asking me about it every chance he got, almost from the
first time I had showed him the boys in the videos.  Just the thought of
that combined with seeing it exposed in a sort of public place made my cock
stir in my pants.

With plenty of gas in the truck and no more impromptu potty breaks, we made
it to our campsite in the early afternoon.  I knew the area well and had
purposely chosen one a little more secluded than the others.  It was close
to an outhouse but had plenty of large trees and bushes all around the
clearing, which provided a sense of privacy.  I knew that we would still
have to be quiet to avoid suspicion but with the natural fence around us, I
could easily feel up my boy without being afraid of prying eyes.

"So, bud, we're finally here!  Wanna be a good boy and help set up the
tent?  Then we can start the fire and cook up some hot dogs for dinner.
What do you think?"  I asked as I unbuckled him; sometimes he still had
trouble with it.

"Ok, I'll get it out of the back."  Like before, instead of jumping down,
he slid down my body to his feet with me enjoying the close contact between
us.

He scampered to the back of the truck and tried to get the tent but it was
pretty heavy and he was struggling to pull it towards him.  Since he didn't
have the tailgate down, he was standing on the back bumper and leaning
forward to reach the tent.  This position obviously made his butt stick
out, which I enjoyed seeing as I came around the back to help him.  Before
I offered any real assistance though, I had to tease him just a little with
my words as well as my hands.

"Hhhm? What do we have here?  There seems to be a soft, round, squishy
thing sticking out of the back of my truck.  I don't remember packing this.
I wonder what it could be."

As I spoke, I stood directly behind him so that his perfect little butt was
at eye level.  Even through his pants, the outline of his crack was very
noticeable; what can I say, the boy liked snug clothes!  I took a cheek
into each of my corresponding hands and began to massage both like a
sculptor molding clay.  I even pulled them apart gently and slid the side
of my hand along his crevasse.

"Silly daddy, that's my butt!"  Austin giggled as he turned to face me,
forgetting about the tent for a moment.

I loved it when he called me 'silly daddy' and so I purposely teased him in
order for him to say it.  Hoping he would do it again, I continued
massaging his backside for a few more minutes before reaching between his
legs from the back.

"Oh my goodness, I think I found something else!  Part of it is squishy too
but part of it is kind of stiff and seems to be poking me.  I don't think I
packed anything like that but I guess I did and just forgot about it."

"Silly daddy, that's my willy and balls!  I'm sorry that my willy is poking
you, are you okay?"

Oh, how I loved my beautiful sweet son!  Here I was groping his private
parts and here he was worried that somehow his stiff little weenie had hurt
me.  His comment made me that much more determined to be super gentle later
tonight so that my cock wouldn't hurt him.

"Yes, bud, I'm fine.  But hop down for a minute and I'll help you get the
tent out. We can do more of that stuff later tonight."

He said 'ok' and let himself fall backwards into my arms and slide down my
body to the ground.  I then lowered the tailgate and helped him onto it so
he could crawl to where the tent was sitting.  There was that beautiful
butt again but I had just told him we would do more later so I waited
patiently until he scooted back towards me with the tent in tow. I held him
in my arms longer than necessary but then let him down to his feet.

It was a good learning experience as he helped me put up the tent, since in
previous camping trips his mother had been my assistant while he roamed
free.  Now, it was all set and ready for bedtime, complete with two blown
up air mattresses, sleeping bags, and pillows, and of course Austin's teddy
bear.  To anyone who happened to glance into the tent, it would appear to
be the perfect accommodations for a father and his young son.

However, Austin's bed set up was just for show since we both knew he
wouldn't actually be using it, much like most of the contents of his
backpack as well as the dental hygiene supplies which I had forgot to pack
this morning.  There would be something other than food going in his mouth
this evening but it wouldn't be brushing against his teeth; he had learned
pretty quickly how to keep that from happening.

With the sleeping arrangements completed, it was now time for the hot dogs
with a side of baked beans, chips, and soda.  Nothing gourmet but this was
camping, not fine dining at a 5-star restaurant.  After I had a respectable
fire going, I slid the provided grill over the flames and set the pot of
beans on it to warm up while he started roasting his first hot dog.  By the
time it was blackened how he liked it, the beans were beginning to bubble.
He went over to the picnic table and set it in a bun he had spread and
placed on a plate next to a pile of chips.  I had put out the mustard,
ketchup, and relish earlier but he ignored them all and came back to the
fire.

"Can you put some beans on it for me, daddy?"

"Of course, bud.  Here you go.  I think there's forks and spoons on the
table."

"Yep, there are.  I saw them when I was just over there."

He went over to the table and grabbed a soda from the cooler before sitting
down.  It seemed to me as though he were a little lost in thought because
he was much quieter than usual.  I prepped a plate for myself, then sat at
the table across from him.

"You know, buddy, we don't have to anything you don't want to do.  If
you're thinking that maybe you're not ready just yet after all, that's ok.
We can wait and do it some other time.  If you want, we can just do what we
normally do or maybe you don't want to do that, either.  Whatever you
decide is totally fine with me.  You understand what I'm saying, don't you,
son?"

He wasn't really looking at me or really eating his dinner either; his hot
dog only had a couple of bites missing.

"It's not that, daddy.  I want you to put it my butt, I really do.  I know
it might hurt a little bit but I'm a big boy now so I think I'll be ok.  I
just...I don't wanna....I mean, what if I do something wrong and you don't
like it?"  He finally looked at me and his concern for his performance made
me both proud and sad.  Once again, he was more worried about how well he
would be pleasing me as opposed to recieving pleasure himself.

"Austin, buddy, I'm going to tell you something and I want you to really
listen, ok?  You are my son and I love you more than you can possibly
imagine.  You're a good boy and I'm proud to be your father.  I'm willing
to do this for you because it's your special day and you've been asking for
it for a while now.  I know you're nervous and probably a little scared,
too, so if you change your mind, tell me and it won't happen.  I'm a big
boy, too, and I can wait until you're ready.  But if you're serious about
doing it tonight and maybe do something wrong, so what?  This will be your
first time so I'll tell you exactly what you need to do.  As long as you
listen closely and do as I tell you, it'll be ok."

There was moment between us while he contemplated what I had just said.
Then, suddenly, his eyes flickered mischievously before speaking himself.

"Silly daddy, you're not a big boy, you're just an old man!"  As quickly as
he could, he ditched his food at the table and made a mad dash to the tent.
He had an unfair advantage because he was already closer to it than I was
due to where he had been sitting at the table.  However, he obviously
wasn't really trying to get away or he would've ran anywhere else but to
the tent, where he'd be trapped.

He did a belly flop onto my air mattress, then rolled over onto his back
before laying still.  I entered the tent but didn't close the flap behind
me; it was still warm out and since we weren't doing anything
inappropriate, there was no reason to hide our activity.  I slowly
approached the mattress while he watched me with his beautiful blue eyes.
When I got close enough to sit on the edge, I did so and placed a hand on
his knee, then slid it a little higher up his thigh towards his waist.

"Is this where you're going to put it in my butt, daddy?"  He asked simply,
his voice just loud enough for me to hear.

"Yes, if that's what you want to do.  It's a good spot, don't you think?"
My hand wandered towards his little bulge but didn't quite reach it.  Most
of the time, campers don't wander into other campsites unannounced but I
knew better than to take that risk.

"Yeah, I like this bed, daddy.  It's almost as good as mine at home.  But
of course it's much bigger.  Much more room.  Can we go swimming now? It's
really hot in here."

It's always amazed me how a child's mind can jump from one thing to the
next so abruptly.  One minute we're talking about our special time to come
later this evening and the next, the boy wants to go swimming!  Not quite
polar opposites but not exactly with anything in common with the other,
either.

His comment about a bigger bed having more room sparked my interest.  Maybe
we could replace the one in his bedroom; it would be easier for both of us
if his bed wasn't so small.  I'd have to talk to the wife about it when we
got home.

"You know what, I think that's a fine idea.  Go grab your backpack from the
truck, you should be able to reach it if you use the step on the side."

As he fetched his bag from the front of the truck, I got my swim trunks and
towel from my own.  They were practically the only things I had packed for
myself, seeing no point in bringing extra clothes the way the wife had done
for Austin.

This time when we went into the tent, I did close the front flap.  I knew
Austin didn't care if anyone saw his naked body but I didn't want to share
my son with the rest of the campground like that.  He quickly changed out
of his t-shirt and snug jeans and into his swim shorts; I took a little bit
longer because I was too busy watching him.

When he had his flip-flops on and his towel over his shoulder, he began to
unzip the tent flap even before I was halfway undressed.  Once he had
enough room to step out, he did so but didn't bother to zip it closed
again.  Normally, I enjoyed being naked but this was a public place so I
stepped over until I was mostly behind the partially open flap.  Out in the
open between the picnic table and the fire pit, he turned around and looked
at me, then suddenly pointed and started giggling.  I looked down at where
he was pointing and found out why he was in such a fit of hysterics; my
foreskin was completely covering the tip and I knew that in his line of
vision it made my cock look like a drooping elephant nose, his words not
mine.

(During almost every one of our 'special times' so far, he had come up with
a funny description of my cock and that was the most recent one.  It made
me wonder what he would call it tonight after having it deep inside his
cute little butt.)

I pretended to be embarrassed and pulled my shorts on quickly, then began
to chase him to the lake's edge.  He immediately jumped in after tossing
his towel onto the shore and swam out a short distance to avoid getting
caught.  But I had no intention of actually chasing him and he knew that so
he tread water for a little bit, dunked himself a couple of times, then
came back to the shore.

The water was a little chilly but really refreshing because the boy had
been right in his observation about the heat in the tent.  After I took a
couple of quick dips myself to rinse myself of the sweat that had
accumulated throughout the day, we wrapped ourselves in our towels and
trudged back to the campsite.

The fire had died down so I put a couple logs on it to get it going again.
It was getting to be later in the evening and with the sun going down and
being in wet shorts, I had to admit that I was a little chilled.  I looked
over at my adorable, equally wet boy, and noticed him shivering even with
his towel wrapped around him.  I stood up a large round of wood on its end
and sat on it, patting my knee as an invitation for him to sit on my lap.
He complied, lowering himself onto my left thigh, which placed it between
his legs as he leaned back into my chest.  I wrapped my arms around him to
help him warm up while we both stared into the fire.

The towel was big and fluffy, just like the one I had used to dry him
recently after his bath; it might've been the same one for all I knew.
Either way, it was large enough to cover him from his shoulders almost to
his knees.  He had his hands on my knee, sort of holding it like a cowboy
holds the horn of a saddle.  That gave me an idea so I started to bounce my
leg up and down, gently though so he wouldn't fall off. But the initial
jolt of my knee below him caught him off guard and made him giggle.

"Woohoo, ride 'em, cowboy!" He leaned forward and pretended to be riding a
bull or horse instead of my leg.  After a few minutes, though, he stopped
and I think I could feel the reason but he leaned back and whispered it
into my ear as confirmation.  "Daddy, that felt good to my willy.  Can we
go to the tent now?"

"Oh, you mean this willy? I thought you had a worm in your shorts that had
gotten there while you were in the lake but worms aren't big like this
willy is, this is a big boy willy for sure."  I chose my words carefully so
I didn't make him feel self-concious.  I knew he was ok with a little
teasing but didn't want to make him feel bad about any part of his body,
especially before such a special event.  As I spoke quietly into his ear, I
gently pinched his weenie between the thumb and index finger of my right
hand.

"Silly daddy, that IS my willy, not some gross worm!  And of course it's
big cuz I'm a big boy now, remember?"  He was still leaning against my
chest and although he spoke louder than before, his voice was still fairly
quiet.  He kept his legs spread and didn't stop my fingers as they began to
move back and forth on his little shaft.

"Does this feel good to your willy, too, bud?" I asked, knowing full well
that it did.

"Mmhmm." His right hand was now rubbing my abdomen, which was still bare
from the swimming.  He used his fingers of that hand to twirl the hair of
my happy trail while he used his left to guide mine towards his crotch as
well.  I knew what he wanted so I kept my right hand moving along his
weenie and gently wrapped the fingers of my left around his ballsack.

However, it felt wierd doing this over the wet material of his swim shorts
so I suggested that he stand up and take them off.  He was a little
hesitant to do so outside of the tent but I put him at ease by saying that
he would still be covered by the towel and it was starting to get dark so
no one would be able to see him anyway.  I guess that made sense to him so
he stood up, turned to face me, and slid his shorts down to his ankles
before stepping out of them.  Suddenly chilled because of the open towel,
he quickly wrapped it around himself again, then sat back down on my left
thigh.

Now that he was essentially naked, his weenie and ballsack were much more
accessible.  When he leaned back against my chest, my hands went back to
his crotch and began fondling him again.  He let out a little sigh and
spread his legs wider to make himself even more available.

Even though he was mostly dry now, there were certain parts of him that
weren't as I found out when my middle finger went below his smooth ballsack
and started moving towards his little hole.  I didn't dare try to enter
him, not yet, but gently poked it with just the tip of my finger to gauge a
reaction.  When he cooed and melted more into my lap, I knew he was ready
for more.  At least, I hoped that to be the case.

"Hey, bud, I think daddy's ready to go to the tent now.  You think that's a
good idea?"

"Yeah and guess what? I can tell you're ready cuz you're willy is really
hard like mine is."

Smart boy.  Even though I still had my shorts on, with my practically naked
son on my lap and his little fingers twisting the hair right above my
crotch, combined with my groping of his privates, it was a small wonder I
hadn't already shot a load from my obviously erect cock.

He stood up and was on his way to the tent when suddenly he stopped and
turned towards me.

"But we didn't get to roast mallows."  He looked sad but adorable, wrapped
in nothing but a big white fluffy towel that made him seem smaller than he
was, similar to when he was sitting in the back seat of my truck.

"True, but would you rather do that or finally go to the tent for our
special time?"  As usual, I left the choice up to him.  I didn't think he
would go for the mallows after waiting for the other for so long but if he
did, I'd allow it.

I could see the wheels in his head turning as he considered his
options. Then he grinned at me and spoke.

"I can roast mallows any ol' time.  I wanna go to the tent now so you can
do you-know-what."  He whispered the second part in a conspiratory tone,
which made me chuckle.

"Ok, I like that idea but maybe you should go potty first, even if you
don't think you have to.  It's best to do it now so you don't have to get
up in the middle of the night."  I knew he was scared to do that but felt
no need to dwell on it.

He looked around at the fading light and grew nervous.  I had shown him the
outhouse soon after arriving in case he had to go number 2 but told him
that for number 1 he could just stand by a tree or bush to save himself the
trip.  Now that it was getting dark, though, the trees and bushes probably
became monsters in his imagination and there was no way he was going to go
anywhere near them alone.

"If you want, I could go with you.  I know you're a big boy now but I'm old
man and I think I might have to go, too.  I'd like to have you there so I
won't be scared.  What do you think?"

Reverse psychology 101.

"Um, ok. You can come with me if you want."

I let him lead the way a short distance from the tent to some small bushes.
I stood next to him and pulled out my cock the same time he pulled out his
weenie.  We smiled at each other as we both let loose, then shook ourselves
off and headed back to the tent.

As he stepped inside, I retrieved his wet shorts and draped them over the
edge of the table.  They probably wouldn't dry completely but that didn't
matter since he wouldn't need them again anyway.

When I got to the entrance to the tent, I looked over and saw my beautiful
son laying on my mattress, still wrapped snugly in the towel, his little
bare legs sticking out from under the bottom hem.  He was laying on his
back with his hands at his chest to hold the towel in place. A smile
crossed his face and his pretty blue eyes sparkled with anticipation.  I
zipped up the flap before walking the short distance between us and sitting
on the edge of the mattress as I had done earlier.

We silently stared into each other's eyes as my hand once again found his
knee, then moved up his thigh.  When I wrapped my hand around his weenie
and smooth ballsack, he sighed and spread his legs for me.  There was
something about the way my hand and his crotch were both covered by the
towel, my forearm disappearing just below my wrist, that made it seem more
erotic for me but I didn't understand why, nor did I really care.

I repeated what I had done earlier when he was sitting on my lap, gently
pinching his weenie between my thumb and index finger while the other hand
held his ballsack.  While I did like the view of both my hands disappearing
under the towel between my son's naked legs, now I wanted to see what I was
holding so I let go of my boy just along enough to open the towel.  He kept
looking at me as I took in the view of his perfect nudity from his glowing
smile to his cute toes.  His hands were at his sides so there was nothing
blocking any part of him from my wandering eyes.  Suddenly he spoke and his
question made me realize that I was still not as naked as he was now.

"Daddy?  How are you going to put it in my butt? You still have your shorts
on. You should take them off."  He raised one arm and pointed at them to
make sure I knew what he meant.

"You're a smart boy, bud. Thanks for reminding me.  I guess it would be a
little tricky to put it in your butt with these silly shorts in the way,
huh?"  I stood up and slid the shorts down my legs, then stepped out of
them and tossed them into a corner; I didn't care if they got dry or not.

Now naked, I walked back to the mattress but instead of sitting on its
edge, climbed onto it from the foot until I was between Austin's legs.  I
lowered my face and blew raspberries on his belly, making him giggle and
squirm and thrust his hips up towards me, which ironically made it easier
for me to continue.  I didn't for very long, though, because I knew he was
anxious about what was going to happen and I wanted him to settle down and
relax before then.

"Are you sure about this, bud?  It's not too late to change your mind.  I
know you're a big boy now and want to be like the boys in the videos but if
you decide that you're not ready yet, I won't be mad at you.  I'll still
love you and we can wait for however long you want."

"But daddy, I AM sure!  I really, really, really want you to put it in my
butt!  I'm ready now cuz it's my birthday and I'm a big boy and I can be
brave like those boys, I promise!  Pleeeaassee?!"

How could I say no to that?  I couldn't and I didn't.

"Ok, okay, I'll do it, I'll do it!  I don't want any trouble from a big boy
like you." Wink.  "But first, let's move you down here a little so that we
have more room.  I love it when we have our special time on your bed but
this one is much bigger so we might as well use it the best we can."

Austin nodded eagerly, an adorable smile from ear to ear across his face.
He allowed me to grab his ankles and pull his naked body towards me until
he was in the middle of the bed. His legs created a diamond shape from his
narrow waist to his small feet, laying flat but spread at the knees.  I
crawled forward until I was between them, my cock dripping precum out of
the tip as I went.

When my hips were directly above his, I lowered myself until the head of my
cock touched the head of his weenie.  The constant flow of precum dripped
onto his shaft, which was sticking straight up from his smooth crotch, then
flowed over his hairless scrotum.  Since he was much smaller than me, I
kept my weight distributed between my thighs and one hand as I used my free
hand to enclose his entire shaft in my foreskin by pulling it down until it
met his pubic mound. I hadn't stopped producing precum, though, which
continued to coat his entire crotch with a shiny transparent goo.

During this time, Austin simply lay there contentedly, watching me with a
smile on his face.  We had done this before but not often since we didn't
have the time and it was something I knew he enjoyed so I wanted to be sure
and do it for him on his special day.

I would've loved to stay there for a bit longer, connecting with my son in
such an intimate way, but although we had the luxury of time and privacy, I
knew that we were both ready to take the next step.

After gently raising my hips enough to allow his adorable, stiff, slick
weenie an escape from the confines of my foreskin, I crawled on all fours
until my cock and balls were draped across his face.  Almost instantly, I
felt his warm wet tongue come out of his mouth and bathe my goods with his
saliva.  I wouldn't say he was an expert yet but he was getting better all
the time and just knowing that my beautiful young son was the one doing it
made up for any minor lack of skill.

When I felt that I had enough natural lube coating my cock (between his
saliva and my precum), I scooted back until I was once again between his
thin spread legs.  His face was a glistening mess thanks to my leaky faucet
of a cock and his skinny torso wasn't much better but every inch of his
naked body was beauty beyond description as far as I was concerned.

"Good job, buddy, thanks for making daddy's willy feel good with your
tongue.  Now it's nice and slippery, which is good because that way I can
put it in your butt easier.  Before I do it, though, I want to make you
slippery too, is that ok?"

"But daddy, why would you need to make my willy slippery?  That won't help
you put it in my butt."  At first, Austin beamed with pride at my
compliment but then confusion twisted his cute messy face, which was still
topped with some strands of his blonde hair plastered to his forehead by my
deposit of precum.

"You're right, bud, licking your willy wouldn't help much, although I'd
love to do it if you wanted me to.  But I was actually talking about
licking your butt to make it slippery.  You think that'd be ok? It'd make
daddy very happy because it would really help him put it in your butt."

Call me devious but I had used the common
'son-wants-to-make-dad-happy-and-proud-of-him' psychology to my advantage
but to be fair, Austin was getting something out of this arrangement too;
he's the one who said that he wanted this to happen and I certainly
wouldn't have pursued it myself if he hadn't, my own desires aside.

The look on his face went from confusion to contemplation as he thought
about my proposal.  However, this time he didn't take long before nodding
and pulling his legs up towards his thin chest. Moving his arms from his
sides for the first time, he put his hands behind his knees to keep his
legs up and spread, granting me a lovely sight and plenty of access to his
most intimate treasure.

Even though he had correctly pointed out that making his weenie slippery
wouldn't help achieve our goal, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to pop
it into my mouth for a moment, completely engulfing its slender short staff
as well as the smooth ballsack below it.  I could hear him gasp at the
surprise, then he began to sigh and moan in pleasure.

"Sorry, bud, I know you said it wouldn't help me put it in your butt but it
looked so darn yummy that I just had to put it in my mouth so I could see
what it tastes like and guess what, it's just as yummy as I thought it
would be, probably even better than candy or ice cream."

"Heeheeheee, you said 'butt but!" This was apparently pretty funny to my
son and I smiled as he giggled at my word choice.  I hadn't meant it to
come out that way but anytime I saw my son smile or laugh, I couldn't help
myself from joining him.

"Yep, I sure did and speaking of butts, I better get to YOUR butt before
I'm not slippery anymore.  Just lay there nice and still like a good boy
and keep holding your legs up for daddy.  I'm going to lick your bum hole
now so it will be slick for daddy's willy.  This part is easy and I think
you're going to like it."

Austin didn't know this but there wasn't much chance that I was going to
stop producing precum anytime soon so I'd still be 'slippery' for a while
yet.  However, it was growing late and even though we didn't have wake up
early tomorrow, we still had to get to sleep at some point.

As the obedient son he was, Austin kept holding his legs up to his chest
and spread for me as I dove my face down below his smooth ballsack.  At
first I used the tip of my tongue to go in circles around the outside of
his tight pink pucker, which caused him to sigh and wiggle his hips just a
little bit.  After licking the ring several times, I ran the flat of my
tongue across the entire small entrance before allowing it to move up and
over his taint, that wonderful little patch of heaven between his small
pucker and scrotum.  I bathed that entire area by lapping at it like a dog
at a bowl of water.  All the time I was doing this, Austin alternated
between sighing and moaning, depending on where my tongue was licking his
smooth body.

"I'm going to poke my tongue into your bum hole, now, bud.  Don't worry, it
won't hurt cuz it's soft and wet and should go in easy."  I looked up at
Austin's beautiful face, still messy from the precum deposit, and saw him
nod his head signaling that he understood.  With that as his permission for
me to go further, I began to gently push my tongue into his small hole.  As
I expected, it met resistance but I kept at it until I felt my son relax
his muscles a little bit and allow me entry into his private tunnel.

Once I got the tip in, the rest followed fairly quickly considering the
boy's lack of experience.  I did pop my head up for a second though to tell
him he had to push out like he did when he went poo, which helped the
process out a lot and of course he definitely giggled at my mention of poo;
most boys his age find anything dealing with bodily functions particularly
entertaining.

When I felt that his little hole was slippery enough, I repositioned myself
so that I was kneeling behind him and leaned forward until my stiff 7-inch,
uncut cock was resting on Austin's smooth bare crotch next to his little
but equally stiff 2-inch cut willy.  His skin was still a little moist from
my previous deposit and now it was getting painted with a second coat as my
cock kept oozing precum onto him.

"You remember everything I told you, bud?  Try and relax and push out like
when you poo and if it hurts too much, we can stop because I love you and
don't want to cause you any pain.  You understand that, right, buddy?"

Austin nodded seriously and only smiled a little at the mention of poo this
time.  He could tell by my tone that what I was saying was important,
though, so he did his best to keep a straight face while I talked.

While he watched, I used a hand to line my cock up to his little hole while
holding myself up with my other hand and knees so as not to crush my son.
Once the tip was at his entrance, I slowly leaned forward and verbally
coached Austin as I went.

He listened well to my instructions, taking deep breaths, pushing out,
relaxing his butt muscles, pressing against me with his small hand every
time he needed a minute to adapt to the intrusion of his private tunnel.
It didn't take as long as I had expected, especially given the size of my
cock compared to his little but willing hole, and soon my hips were pressed
snugly against the back of his small smooth thighs.

Now that my chest was above him and holding his legs in place, he allowed
his hands to fall from the back of his knees to his sides.  I still had my
weight distributed so that I wasn't putting too much pressure on his thin
torso, which looked quite appealing with 2 small pink nipples and an
'innie' belly button that had caught some of my precum.

"You did great, buddy.  Daddy's willy is all the way in your butt.  How do
you like it?"

"Lots, daddy, lots and lots and LOTS!"  His excitement got the better of
him so he got a little loud but quickly realized his mistake and covered
his mouth with his hand.  When he calmed down some, he apologized.

"It's ok, bud, I'm just glad you like it.  And guess what, it's about to
get even better!"

Austin's eyes lit up with eagerness but also perplexity.  How could it
possibly get better?

"But how, daddy? You just said that your willy was all the way in my butt."

"I'll show you.  Just try to relax and let me do all the work. This will be
my way of thanking you for being such a good son."

"Ok."

I began moving almost as if I were doing push-ups, raising my hips until
only the head of my cock was inside my son, then lowering myself until I
was again snug against his butt.  I did this slowly at first, causing
Austin to sigh as I made my retreat but moan as I advanced.  Thanks to my
application of natural lubrication, I was able to slide my cock back and
forth without much resistance in either direction and soon had developed a
rhthym with my thrusts.

For his part, Austin was taking it like a champ.  We maintained eye contact
as much as possible but sometimes he would close his eyes and let out
little moans of pleasure as I tickled his immature prostate with the tip of
my cock.  His warm tight tunnel kept a vice-like grip on my shaft but my
precum and saliva made his insides soft as velvet, which allowed my
foreskin to glide easily in both directions.

I obviously wished it could've lasted much longer but the point of no
return soon arrived and before I knew it, I was releasing all my cumshots
into his little hole, which continued to hold my shaft in its grip even
after the final squirt.  Only when my cock began to deflate and soften to
its regular state did Austin's tunnel allow for it to slip out of him, some
of my deposit flowing out as well.

"Was I right, did it get better?"  I asked when I had recovered and allowed
Austin to stretch out his legs between mine.

"Mmmhhmm.  I wanna do it again, daddy! Can we, Please?!"

"Not right now, bud, daddy needs to rest.  Maybe in the morning before we
go home, how about that?"

"You promise?"

"Yeah, I promise.  If you want, maybe this time YOU could wake ME up.  But
first, can I get another lick at this yummy lollipop down here?  It was so
yummy last time that I want to taste it again."  I scooted back on the bed
until I was laying on my stomach with my face directly above his little
weenie, which still stood straight up like a flagpole.

"Silly daddy, that's not a lollipop, that's my willy. But it's ok, you can
lick it some more if you really want to."

"Thanks, bud, you're such a good boy and a good son and you make daddy
happy when we have our special time together."  After praising him with
compliments, I lowered my face and swiped my tongue over his ballsack a few
times before sucking his little weenie into my warm wet mouth.  He sighed
and moaned and began to buck his hips into my face so I opened my mouth
wider and allowed his little scrotum inside as well.

Maybe he had already had a dry orgasm or two while I had my cock in his
tunnel but I could tell he was about to have another one.  Suddenly his
entire smooth naked boy body tensed up all at once for a few magical
moments before relaxing completely and melting into the mattress.  His eyes
were getting droopy and by the time I pulled my face away from his crotch,
he was practically asleep.  I couldn't really blame him, he'd had a pretty
busy day.

However, he WAS laying almost directly in the middle of the bed so I gently
scooted his little naked body over to the right and spooned myself up
against his backside.

"I love you, buddy, I love you so much."  I whispered into his ear, letting
my hand wander aimlessly all over him, along his hips, down his thighs,
over his thin torso, cupping his pert round bottom, simply enjoying the
intimate contact with his soft warm skin.  I don't know where my hand ended
up but at some point I drifted off.

To this day, I have no idea what time it was when I woke up to the feeling
of my cock being warm and wet, with a little tongue flicking about trying
to get into my foreskin.  Sometime during the night, it had turned quite
chilly and so I had put my sleeping naked son into his own sleeping bag and
laid him next to mine.  Obviously, he had gotten out of his and into mine
after I had gone back to sleep because now he was straddled across my chest
with his head between my legs and his adorable weenie and ballsack hovering
above my face.

Even though he was much smaller than me, he kept his weight distributed as
much as possible between his hands and knees as he finally reached his goal
and started flicking my pee slit with the tip of his tongue.  He needn't
have worried about crushing me since he weighed barely anything but I
thought it was sweet of him to at least be considerate of that.  To show
him that I was both awake and appreciative, I arched my neck forward and
swiped his smooth taint with my tongue.

"Oh, good, daddy, you're awake!  It's morning and you said we could do it
again in the morning, you promised."  He popped his head off of my cock and
turned to face me, very serious in tone and demeanor.

"You're right, bud, I did promise but it's still the middle of the night.
I think we still have a couple hours until morning. Go back to sleep for a
little longer, then we can do it, ok?"

"But daddy, it IS morning!  I even peeked outside and it's not dark anymore
or anything and I really want you to put it in my butt again!
Pleeeeaaassssee?!"

The truth is, I probably wouldn't have been able to last that long anyway,
between him presenting himself to me and eagerly pleasuring me with his
mouth, how could I possibly refuse his request?

"Ok, ok, I'll tell you what.  You keep doing what you're doing down there
and I'll get your bum hole wet up here.  When I think we're both ready,
I'll let you know by pinching one of these cute little round hamburger buns
I have so close to my face."

"Silly daddy, those aren't hamburger buns, that's my butt."  He sounded
like a teacher correcting a student who had raised a hand to answer but had
provided the wrong one.  However, he agreed with my proposal and resumed
licking not only the head of my cock but the rest of its 7 inches as well,
even lapping at my hairy balls every once in a while too.

While he did that, I held up my end of the agreement and began licking his
tight pink pucker, then proceeded to push my tongue inside of him, causing
him to let out a muffled moan and push his hips back to meet my probing. We
both continued our ministrations until I felt that he was ready and gently
pinched his adorable right butt cheek.

Recognizing the signal for what it was, he swung his leg over me and backed
up until he was out of my sleeping bag.  Figuring that he would need to be
on his back with his legs up like the first time, he got himself into that
position on his sleeping bag and looked over at me with expectation.

I rolled over and moved between his legs.  No doubt that he had slurped up
plenty of my precum during his time down there but it wasn't exactly in
short supply as it continued to leak from my cock onto his cute stiff
weenie.  I grabbed my shaft and drug it all over his crotch, covering his
weenie but also his ballsack with a glistening layer of precum. Then I went
lower and lined myself up with his tight pink pucker.  When I felt the
entrance against the head of my cock, I slowly eased forward until Austin
had me all the way inside him.

"Getting better already, bud.  How do you feel?"

"Full, like I do when I have to poo.  But I like it, daddy, I like it lots
and lots and lots!"

"You ready for me to start moving back and forth now or do you want me to
wait?"

"No, it's ok, you can start now."

I certainly didn't need to be told twice!  With permission granted, I
gently began to pull back, then push forward, eventually getting into a
smooth rhythm.  I wished that I could see his face better but whatever time
it was (morning, according to Austin, middle of the night, according to me)
there wasn't enough light for that.  However, that wasn't really a problem
because I knew my son's face very well and could picture it in my mind as I
heard him give little sighs and moans while I moved back and forth inside
of him.

After an unknown amount of time, I made my deposit deep in Austin's tight
velvet tunnel.  I had paid attention to his reactions more this time and
definitely noticed all the telltale signs of at least one decent dry orgasm
for him, which made me very proud.  I wanted to give him at least one more
so after pulling out, I buried my head between his legs and bathed the
entire area with my tongue, even going below his ballsack to his taint
where I licked up the mess I had made from his slightly swollen pucker.
When he was clean down there, I moved back up and swallowed his weenie and
ballsack, sucking them towards the back of my throat until he began to buck
his hips.  After a few minutes of that, his little naked body tensed up
completely for a few moments before he collapsed back on the bed.

When we had both recovered, I looked over at him and smiled.  He smiled
back.

"You know, bud, there are other positions we can try some time too, if you
like.  But not right now.  For now, I think we need to get a little bit of
rest.  Mommy isn't expecting us until this afternoon so we have plenty of
time."

"Can we do it 1 more time before we go home? Pleeeaasse?"

"We'll see. Now get some rest."

"Ok, daddy.  Love you."  With that, he clumsily climbed into his own
sleeping bag after locating his teddy bear, turned his back towards me, and
was soon lightly snoring.

I could tell that I was going to have trouble keeping up with him but I was
more than willing to try for as long as he wanted to have our special time.