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Conner notices Benji outside his window as soon as he’s completely stripped down. The clunk of his boy falling against his bedroom wall, draws his attention up, the sliver of his face in the crack in the curtains confirms his boy is peeping on him. He grins at his boy, realizes he’s a little too occupied in the throws of orgasm to realize he’s been caught. Conner hops in the shower in the hopes of sparing his boy the embarrassment of getting caught. But as he steps into his room in just his briefs he sees his son is still waiting there for more.

He knows what he wants to see, the same thing he caught his son doing, the thing the boy had been asking about before dinner, and decides to give him what he wants. He drops into bed and proceeds to pleasure himself the same way he always does, lets his son into the most private ritual of his life.

He cums quick, knowing he has an audience. And hears his son scurry back inside.

Imagining Benji feels the same guilt he does at this moment Conner pulls himself out of bed. He finds his son in his twin bed, chest heaving, white boxers translucent with his spent teen load. Grinning at the evidence his boy enjoyed the show as much as he loved giving it, he leans in to kiss his son goodnight.

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

It’s the next morning when he hears Benji in the room above him. Moaning, bed squeaking.

Conner’s cock shoots up immediately, he listens for a moment before he reaches down beneath the waistband and joins his son. Little by little Benji’s noise increases. Conner is convinced he’s trying to get caught, as he’s normally pretty quiet when he plays with himself. Nipples stiff, rod hard in his grip Conner allows himself a moan. Sudden silence from his boys room tells him he was heard. But when he gets an answering high pitched groan of teen lust he responds again. Their voices echoing back and forth, raising in volume and intensity, Conner finally hears a moan that could only be his son cumming, and he responds in kind, shooting in his briefs and letting out a loud bear moan.

For four days every morning and night Conner and his son share their sessions like this, separated by Benji’s floor but sharing every wave of pleasure with each other. On the fourth day of this Conner decides it’s not enough, he comes downstairs. Through the crack of his door, now both quiet, he watches his son tug. But soon he releases his little cock. Sits up in his bed. Feeling the moment has passed Conner starts back down the hall to the stairs.

“Dad. Wait.” Benji is at his bedroom door.

And Conner stands in the hall, just in his briefs, facing away from his son.

“Come back, come in my room.”

Conner shakes his head.

“Please dad, I want to do it with you.”

As if he was waiting for that admission, Conner turns, briefs lewdly tented in front of his son, who's standing in his white boxers in similar condition. With a few strides he reaches him, lifts his son up even though he’s only a foot shorter than his dad. Benji wraps his legs around his father, feeling his dad’s little rod poking his balls. Benji’s own rod has slipped through the fly of his boxers, soft skin and loose hood dragging on his skin, letting out an excited burst of pre across his dad’s abdomen.

Conner lays his son out on the twin bed, shifts so their hard little rods are grinding together, fishes his cock out the fly of his briefs. Pulling his son into a tight bear hug, cocks pulsing against each other, Conner leans in, lips brushing on his son’s ear.

“I love you Benji, I love you so fucking much.”

The boy loses control first, squirting his seed on the cock that made him wetting his father, and moans out an “I love you” in the throws of orgasm. Conner’s cock follows suit. Mixing his semen with his own son’s, shooting on the cock he created.

Still under his father, tight in the hug, Benji feels his dad’s cock go soft.

Conner rolls to the side, one arm still around his son.

“We shouldn’t have done that.”

“It felt good.”

“I know.”

“I want to do it again dad.”

In answer, Conner leans in and kisses his son on the mouth, tongue slipping between his boy’s lips.

“I know boy. Get ready for school.”

The day is a blur, by the time he gets home he’s desperate for his son’s touch again. The day was a series of fantasies of what he’d could have done if they only lasted long enough to do it interrupted by brief snaps to reality when a coworker would ask him for something.

Benji is waiting for his dad when he gets home.

“Dad!” He yelps in excitement, nervousness written across his face.

“Come with me to the couch buddy, we need to talk.”

“Okay.”

Still in his jumpsuit, a little grungier than usual due to his inattention at work Conner hugged his son close.

“Benji I could go to prison if anyone found out what we did. Your mother would leave me. Our whole lives would be ruined. What we did, that’s not something we can do again.”

Benji is silent for a moment.

“But dad, that felt really good, I want to. I don’t know why you’d get in trouble for that. I won’t tell.”

“No, I know you wouldn’t son, I don’t want… I can’t make you lie forever about this and keep it secret.”

“You’re not making me do anything!” Benji was frantic, his voice too loud, “Dad I’m sorry but I spied on you through your window and I felt, I don’t know dad it was like when I jerk off but it felt good all over, not just my wiener. I want to feel that again dad, the only thing that felt like that was when we touched- when we pressed against each other.”

“You shot seeing that? Did you touch yourself?”

Benji shook his head no.

“I felt the same way. The same thing happened to me when I caught you stroking.”

Conner was quiet for a long moment. Wrestling with himself.

He slipped off the couch, got on his knees in front of his son. Undid his belt and slipped Benji’s boxers and khaki shorts down. By the time his little cock was revealed he was fully hard. Conner leaned in, took his son in his mouth. Benji let out a long strained groan.

“Daddy...”

Conner’s tongue snaked down, lapped at his son’s family jewels. He felt the entire length of his son’s tiny rod in his mouth, felt the cascade of a hundred fantasies of sucking himself off come to a bizarre fruition. He tasted the musky bitterness of an uncut cock that his wife cited as why she’d never do this for him and powered through like he’d wished so many women would do for him. Benji definitely needed to be taught how to clean himself better but Conner quickly grew to love that taste, that was his taste, on his boy, on the little budding carbon copy of his cock. Conner sucked his boy with a passion, every flick of his tongue and gulp affirming that he loved their cocks, that their size made it no less desirable for him. Ten seconds of having his boy’s rod in his mouth felt like forever and no time at all, but then Benji was cumming in his own father’s mouth. His tiny rod frantically twitching in his mouth, his boyish body bucking under his hands, thrusting his little rod in his wet mouth. Conner swallowed down the bitter fertile taste of his son and came off him, saw his son’s cock covered in his dad’s slobber.

Conner realized he’d shot while sucking his son, leaned in and made out with his boy, then pressed his forehead to his son’s. Russet hair to russet hair, blue green eyes both closed, breath fast and shared.

“I love you dad, I want to do this forever. I love you.”

“I love you to Benji.”