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Benji stayed sitting on the edge of his bed for a long minute after his dad left the room. He’d seen his dad’s cock, seen the very rod that made him, shoot. To his deep embarrassment he was hard as a rock. Without much thought he shoved his hand down into his boxers, felt himself already leaky and wet. Not much to his surprise as he’d nearly felt like he was going to cum when his dad had basically said he loved his son’s cock.

Thumb and index finger grabbing his hood he tugged his little cock. His normal thoughts about the girls and boys at school pushed entirely out of his head he couldn’t help but relive the image of his dad’s rod twitching and shooting, the words of his father saying he wanted him to feel the things he felt with his own piece. He came quickly, shooting his load on his hand and having it drip down his tight balls.

Hand still down his boxers, blown away by the intense load, Benji drifted off to sleep without another thought.

Benji woke up to his father's lips on his forehead. He felt a flush of heat to his cheeks and a wave of guilty nausea in his stomach. He had shot thinking of his own father just hours before and here the man’s breath was on his forehead, while Benji’s morning wood pitched it’s little tent in his boxers.

“Love you buddy, be good at school today.”

As soon as he heard his dad descending the stairs he thrust his hand down his boxers and released again in just a few tugs.

He dressed for school, passively thinking he should change the boxers tonight if he didn’t want anyone to see the stains on the white boxers by gym the next day, and set out to school. His thoughts were worked up, the events of the night replaying in his head as he walked to the bus, and by the time he was riding to school he was hard again.

Cole, a boy who he normally got on well with sat by him on the bus, but Benji was distracted by the tension in his pants. He wanted to tell his friend the thoughts that were running through his head, but explaining it seemed insurmountable. Surely his friend would be disgusted and although Cole had seen his cock a fair number of times, cole not being particularly well endowed himself was a strange root of their camadrie, he couldn’t imagine telling his friend his dad had seen him jerk off, that he’d seen his father’s hard rod, and seen the old man shoot from being exposed.

All of it, every thought of that night had him stiff. His exposure to his dad, seeing his father, the conversation they had. Benji had seen men jerk off in videos online, knew they held theirs in a fist and stroked, he couldn’t help but wonder if his dad tugged off the same way he did though.

The idea of seeing his dad masturbate sent him into a frenzy, and he felt a deep need to stroke off.

“Cole look.” Benji thrust his groin a little forward and flexed his little pup tent for his friend, getting a chuckle out of him, “Dude cover for me I’m gonna beat off.”

“You serious?”

In response Benji just shoved his hand in his pocket and dug deep for his cock. Cole shook his head, drew up his legs and put his pack in his lap, drawing out a gaming console. Cheeks flushed and eyes rolling back in his head Benji drenched his balls without a noise.

“Gross.” Cole let out a quiet laugh again.

“Shut up, you love it.” Benji put his spunky hand under his friend's nose which got him a swift punch in his side. They devolved into a tussle until the driver told them to quiet down.

The relief Benji snagged on the bus faded in just over an hour. Hard again in math class his thoughts were a storm of the teachers breast, Cole’s body against his as he tugged off on the bus, the way his dad might masturbate, and schemes to bust off again.

He got his opportunity in passing period, busting off a quick load in the boy’s bathroom, counting on his excitement to shoot in the urinal before anyone else came in.

By lunch he was riled up again, talking about the girls walking by with Cole, wondering what it would be like to kiss them, press his bone against their dresses.

“Dude you are a fucking horn dog today.”

“I know man.” Benji groaned, “I think I’m gonna go beat off in the bathroom again.”

Cole gave a half grin and a bemused head shake.

“You’re gonna wear you dick out dude. But do what you gotta do. Just know if you put your load in my face again I’m gonna deck you.”

Benji made sure to wash his hands after his foray into the boy’s room during lunch.

When he got off the bus Benji hit the road home into the woods, dropped his trousers and boxers, and tugged off rapidly, till he squirted out a little load into the dirt.

And doing homework in the dining room he shot in his boxers while he was supposed to be doing his algebra I assignment.

When his father came home Benji saw him in a different way than he ever had before. There was something strangely attractive about the idea of the stud he was, packing like his thirteen year old son. Seeing him on the street no one would think the solid built mechanic didn’t even have four inches hard. His muscular and padded frame, his well tended beard spoke to a masculinity that his groin revealed he simply did not have. His gold red hair was just like his son’s and belied their shared make up. Benji had a vague awareness that anyone who had seen his rod would get an idea of his dad’s and vice versa, that their exposures were as shared as their genes.

His dad said he’d been with several people, and Benji wondered how many women saw him around town and wondered if he had a little one just like his father. The thought of grown women thinking about his cock got his blood pumping, and he irritatedly rubbed at his chest, nipples as hard as his rod and sensitive against the soft cotton of his shirt that suddenly felt very rough.

He slipped off into the shower and washed his load down the drain. Tugging, the thought crossed his mind that his dad’s cock would feel almost the same in his hand and he came.

By the time dinner was over his unending arousal was only stifled by the irritation on his cock. It felt like rug burn on his dick just getting stiff and dragging against his boxers.

When his dad came into tell him goodnight Benji was genuinely distressed over the irritation on his rod.

“Dad?”

“What’s up buddy?”

“My wiener burns.”

Conner’s brow furrowed.

“Do you want to see a doctor?”

“Not really. I’m just scared I messed it up.”

“Do you want to show me?” Conner’s expression softened.

“Kinda.”

His dad knelt in front of Benji sitting on the edge of the bed. The boy tugged down his boxers with no hesitation and a stern look on his face.

He had about two inches soft, the porcelain of his shaft an irritated red, his hood slightly chaffed.

“Good lord Benji how many times did you beat it today?”

“I don’t know. A lot though.”

“You gotta give the little guy a break, you’re gonna desensitize your wiener.”

“But I feel like I have to do it dad.”

Benji’s cock was rising as he said it, being exposed to his father whose eye’s hadn’t left it since it was exposed.

“Okay pack it up,” Conner said after a long silence, “You gotta give it a break buddy, I’ll pick up lube or something but you shouldn’t be doing it at school anyways.”

“How did you know I did that?”

“There’s a recovery time in between shooting and getting hard again, no way you got your wiener in that condition just since you got home.”

“Oh.”

“Just keep it to the bathroom stalls and your bedroom bud.”

“Alright. Sorry dad.”

“Nothing to be sorry about, I’m glad you're enjoying yourself, you just gotta be responsible about it.”

But the stinging didn’t stop Benji from tugging when his dad left the room. His spunk was clear, like it hadn’t been in a year or so. Benji fell to sleep feeling guilty that he ignored his dad’s advice and worried his cock wouldn’t get better.