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Connor was at the doorway to his son’s room. He had come to kiss his son goodbye before work like he did every morning but was stopped in his tracks by a familiar brushing sound. He peaked in the cracked doorway to see his son laid out on top of the covers, little prick through the fly of his white boxers. Benji was stroking his rod with his thumb and forefinger, just like Conner did to this day.

Conner had three and a half inches on him, not technically a micro penis, and judging by the three inches of hard teen cock in front of him Conner figured his son had inherited his small size. Something about seeing someone stroke their cock with the same little tugs he gave himself had his cock getting stiff in his briefs.

Benji started to buck into his own grip, breathing picking up. Mouth agape, Conner had to steady himself against the wall. When he realized he was about to see his own son cum a powerful feeling swept over him, heart thundering, knees buckling, vision tunneling, an intense shockwave of tingling in his groin. He recovered enough to see his son arch his pelvis up and start shooting. As the radiating feeling of pleasure in his own groin faded he realized a cold wetness and understood that he’d orgasmed. The feeling had been so intense and forigen he hadn’t connected it to an orgasm till that moment.

Unable to tear his eyes away Conner watched as several jets of cum shot across his son’s chest. Benji’s eyes were open for the first time since his dad caught him but rolled up into the back of his head. Conner realized his son could get his bearings again at any moment and backed out into the hall.

By the time he got to the stairs he looked down and realized his load had soaked through his briefs onto his jumpsuit, a dark spot nearly a foot long and a few inches across was on the light blue fabric and an involuntary grin crossed his lips. He found himself oddly pleased at this sign of his virility at thirty four.

The stain hadn’t fully dried out when he arrived at work. He called his boss and let him know he’d be late before inclining his seat back and letting out a deep breath. For the first time since it happened he allowed himself to look back at the events of this morning. He hadn’t exactly been aroused by seeing his son tug off. Curious, definitely, and maybe a little turned on by being brought back to his own early days getting off, but nothing that justified that bizarre orgasm he experienced. It hadn’t even felt like an orgasm, more like a panic attack that culminated in ejaculation.

He toyed with his ear under his russet hair, a habit of his when he was troubled. Whatever it was, it felt better than it normally did when he orgasmed. He remembered his first time getting off as a boy- he’d actually blacked out from the intensity of it. What had happened to him outside of his son’s door was more in line with that experience. Better described as intense than pleasurable. His confusion over his arousal was increased as he thought back on what he had seen. Now, as he had then, he felt more panicked than turned on, but his little cock was stiff in his sticky briefs all the same.

Conner spent the next fifteen minutes surfing the web trying to find anything that would explain what he experienced, but at best found some stories of young men having spontaneous orgasms during high stress situations like finals. Though it struck a chord with his experience it didn’t feel like it explained what he’d gone through.

About midway through his shift Conner thought of something he’d heard on a podcast. A serial killer who claimed he came himself every time he murdered a victim. The thought troubled him and he buried his face in his arms against the wall of the pit.

Try as he might he couldn’t focus on his work, and though he got some done, mostly he remunerated his experience that morning. The day sped by.

For three days he wrestled with his curiosity. He wanted to experience what he had before work that one morning, but he’d skipped his goodbye kisses to his boy before he left for the shop. Despite his efforts he felt himself caving to a new drive to feel what he had that morning. His feet felt heavy as he walked to his son’s room that night, found himself oddly aware of his swinging arms as he walked down the hall.

Benji was reading in his bed when he came in. Conner’s heart was pounding again.

“Hey dad, what’s up?”

“Well buddy I need to talk to you about something.”

“Sure.”

“A couple days ago I came in to say bye before work. I saw you getting off. And-”

To Conner’s surprise Benji’s face contorted and tears welled in his eyes. Benji wasn’t a crier, Conner had seen him dislocate his shoulder skateboarding and keep himself from wailing.

“Woah buddy, buddy, it’s okay I wanted to talk to you about it cause I realized I should have already done so. What you were doing is okay there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

He shook his head in the negative.

“No I know everybody does that, I can’t believe you saw my...” Benji couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Ah, don’t worry about that buddy, we’ve all got the same equipment.”

Shoulders slumped and eye’s rolling Benji responded, his voice quavering.

“No we don’t. I’ve seen other guys dad, and I’ve seen pictures. Mines… it’s smaller than anybody’s my age. I think there’s something wrong with me.”

Conner couldn’t help letting out a laugh, some of his nervousness being let out with it.

“That is definitely not true. You’re only thirteen, you might end up bigger than me.”

“No way.”

“Here, look.” Conner pulled up a quick image search of micro penises, his son leaning in against him to look. “There are grown men smaller than you.”

“So, great, I’m not the only one whose never gonna have sex because he’s small.”

“Didn’t stop me from making you.”

Benji looked up at his dad, blue green eyes meeting their match in his father.

“How… how big is yours, dad?”

“You want to just see? Only fair since I saw yours.”

Benji swallowed and nodded after a pause.

“I’m only showing you cause I don’t want you to feel bad about your equipment. I’ve been with over a dozen people, never slowed me down. But you can’t tell anyone about this, this isn’t something a dad and son normally do.”

Conner got another nod from his son. As he untied the drawstring on his pajamas, he felt his breath get shallow, his vision started to tunnel a bit. He was going to show his son his cock, his rock hard cock that was currently tenting in his Hanes. Heart thundering he hooked his thumb under both layers of elastic and exposed his hard rod to his son.

Three and a half inches of incredibly pale uncut cock, stiff as Conner could get, was poking up curving towards his belly, dead in Benji’s sights.

“It’s just like mine.” Benji quietly said.

Without touching it, unable to fight it off, Conner was hit by another hands free orgasm. His load sprayed up to his belly button, his cock twitching in front of his son. Conner slumped back into his boy's bed, losing his grip on his elastic, the rest of his load spilling out into his briefs.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” He said huskily.

It took Benji a moment to recover from what he saw. When he spoke it was hardly above a whisper.

“I’m not getting bigger am I?”

“Probably a bit,” Conner said, voice still shaky.

Benji’s face said more about his disappointment than his words ever could.

“Look boy, I love my cock. It feels amazing and you’re proof positive it gets the job done. I love yours too, I’m happy to know you’re gonna feel all the things I’ve felt with mine. I’m proud of what you’re packing even if it never grows at all.”

Benji’s eyes were wide, he squirmed uncomfortably at his father's words, blushed, and when he spoke his breath was heavy and his words nearly stuttered.

“Thanks dad.”

[This is a totally fictionalized account of the experience but I do have what I’d describe as panicked/anxious orgasms. If anyone else experiences this in any context i’d love to hear from you]