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Benji runs back from the bus, wanting to get his hands on the lube his father gave him the night before. His father will be home in a couple hours and the idea of not having to stifle his moans of pleasure have his mind racing. Pouring less than his first attempt with the lube he plays with himself slower. His mind tracts around everything from his school bully to his favorite check out girl at the store, from his best friend to his father. He knew his little cock could feel good but he’s found recently the potential pleasures of being a man were more than he ever expected. He wants to share this feeling with his buddies, find out if girls privates could feel as good getting rubbed as his. The idea of his lubed rod sliding against a girl’s slit has him squirting and after a brief come down hops in the shower.

When his dad walks in the door, cheek striped with motor oil, Benji can hardly contain himself.

“Dad that lube stuff feels amazing!”

“I’m glad you like it bub, try not to run it out too quick it’s not cheap.”

“Do you use it?”

“I don’t tug off as often as you do, I think, I haven’t in years. Maybe I’ll have to borrow some of yours though. Feel it again.”

Benji feels a funny joy at the idea of it being his lube, and his dad borrowing something from him to feel such pleasure.

“Dad how do you jerk off?”

Conner hesitates for a long while before answering.

“Buddy I don’t know if I should go into detail about that with you. Every guy does it differently. You shouldn’t get off on your belly, like humping the bed, cause that can mess your wiener up. And you shouldn’t grip it too hard. But for the most part however you do it it’s harmless.”

“Why won’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know, there's just some things dads don't share with their sons. I want you to ask me whatever you want-”

“You don’t want to tell me then.”

“No, I do. I don’t know buddy, let’s table it for now. Let me get dinner started.”

Benji stops asking about it but can’t drop the thought. His dad’s resistance just increases his curiosity and he decides with an odd settling of thought that he’ll catch his dad just like his dad caught him.


It’s Friday night when he gets his opportunity, after an hour of watching TV after dinner Conner tells his son he’s going to take a shower. Almost as soon as the master bedroom door closes Benji slips out the back door, walks around to his father’s window and peeks in through a crack in the blinds. His dad is stripping off his shirt, revealing a mess of ginger fur across his sturdy chest, and Benji’s boxers tent as his dad unties the drawstring on his PJs and drops trou. Clad only in his Hanes tighty whities and crew socks Conner turns towards the full length mirror and flexes, grabs his diminutive bulge a bit and runs his fingers through his chest hair. With a grin and a happy slap on his slight beer belly he leans over and pulls off his socks. Benji sees his dad’s ass turned towards him and wants it. He doesn’t know what for and had never looked at a man’s butt that way but the firm round ass of his father is beautiful to him.

When the briefs fall, and his pale cheeks are exposed to his son, Benji swoons, he leans limply on the wood paneled wall of the house. Dizzy with lust and nerves. Conner turns to pull a new pair of briefs from his dresser and sees his dad’s soft little cock. So small it sticks straight out even limp just like Benji’s.

For Benji it’s a sight unlike any other. The big bull of a man he’s always admired, stipped nude, vulnerable with his little cock exposed, a testament to the masculinity a man equipped like a boy can achieve, Benji is overcome. Breath sharp and quick in a blatant panic at his desire and attraction, lips tingling and teeth numb, stars flood Benji’s vision and an explosive shock radiates from his groin. So incapacitating he can’t even moan out, body seized up, his stiff rod floods his boxers with cum and runs down his legs.

When he comes to, his dad is in the shower.

Benji waits, needing to see his exposed father again. Almost praying for more but thinking it’s not the sort of thing you ought to be praying for, he hopes with all his might his dad will “take care of himself” after his shower.

And there, when the water stops and his dad steps into view again, toweling himself off, Benji feels his little cock stiffen in his still wet boxers. His dad slips on his briefs and lays out in his bed, absently playing with his chest hair and his hand fiddling with his groin. Benji is getting what he wanted so badly.

Conner rubs himself into a tiny tent and pulls his short cock from the fly of his briefs. With his thumb and index finger grabs himself by the hood and tugs his cock. Benji pulls his little cock out the fly of his boxers. With huge effort keeping quiet, he tugs his own cock in the exact way his father is.

His father lets out a volley of cum and a few stifled grunts in about twenty seconds. Even having just shot Benji’s cock spasms again, spraying the wall white, dripping down the wood paneling.

Sneaking back into his house and going to his room, Benji sprawls out on his bed, heart still racing, feeling guilty at the invasion of privacy. His dad comes into his room, glances at the stain in his boxers and grins at his boy.

“Love you buddy,” he says, kissing his son on the forehead, “I’ll always love you no matter what.”