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Benji woke in the noon time light to the feeling of his dad’s rod against his backside, his own little dick followed suit and he twisted in bed to face his father. Benji shifted upwards, so two generations of Macanroy cock met, stiff, pressed against each other. His dad’s arms tightened against his body, he felt the pressure on his groin grow as his dad pushed his hips forward to meet his boy’s rod.

Worlessly, they rubbed their boyish groins together. Benji felt his dad’s breath on the top of his head, smelled the musk of his dad’s body as he buried his face in the ginger fur on his dad’s broad chest.

It felt funny to him that he was ever concerned about his size. His little cock had felt amazing and his father had left him with no doubt about the fun he could still have even if his cock never really grew. And if it took being cursed with a boy cock his whole life to look like the stud who was currently holding him then it was well worth it. It took him a good few minutes for the feeling to grow in his sensitive little cock but soon he squirted a watery load on his dad’s groin, he felt his dad following suit immediately, the wetness of his dads spunk lost in the load Benji just loosed, but the deep groaning and twitching of his dad’s little cock leaving Benji with no doubt that his dad was feeling exactly what he was at that moment.

Conner threw back the sheets, Benji was lifted and pulled up by his dad. The feeling of being thrown around by him made his heart leap, a feeling he hadn’t had since he was a much smaller boy being tossed around by his father. Conner dove down and sucked on his son’s cum covered rod. Benji let out a strained little moan at the feeling of his post load cock in his dad’s hot wet mouth. The feeling was so intense it was almost painful, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask his dad to stop. Looking down and seeing the man he respected and admired most in such a loving and subservient position, the feel of his fierce golden beard on his tight little balls, the intimacy were something he could never turn down. He wanted his dad to feel it too though, and he squirmed into a sixty nine position. His dad never let his little rod leave his mouth.

Body to body, little rod to hot wet mouth the father and son held each other, felt each other. Benji tasted the mixed loads of him and his fathers and for reasons he couldn’t name he was intensely turned on by the lightly bitter, buttery flavor. Quicker than the load that preceded it Benji found his rod twitching and squirting in his dad’s mouth. To his surprise he found there was a limit to how much he could have his dad on his little cock and with a genuine yelp of discomfort he struggled out of his dad’s mouth- his cock so sensitive he vaguely worried it wouldn’t go back to normal, he was certain he wouldn’t be able to wear pants right away regardless.

He dad let him squirm out from under him with a deep laugh.

“Did I wear you out boy?”

“It hurts!” Benji giggled, half crying, like when his dad would tickle him into submission when they wrestled. Benji dove back onto his dad’s cock when he felt his sensitive rod was out of reach from his father, but felt a rapid double tap on his shoulder.

“I think dad’s spent too, buddy.”

“I gotta whizz anyways.” Benji said, and darted to the bathroom.

Conner followed his son into the restroom and stood next to him at the toilet. Man and son stood side by side, and after a moment of adjustment let loose, pissing together.

“It burns.” Benji said, squinting his eyes with a smile.

“Mine does too when I pee after sex.”

“I can’t believe I had sex.”

“I can’t believe I had sex with you bub!” Conner said, moving his hand to his son’s neck.

When they stopped pissing Benji turned towards his dad, who lowered his forehead to his boy’s, hand never moving from his son's pale neck. Benji was oddly aware at the proximity of their brains, at the closeness of his self to his dad. It was a different sort of closeness than the sex, not better or worse, but good, and different.

“Let’s take a bath together.”

It had been years since they’d done that and Benji was happy to oblige. He sat on the carpeted lid of the toilet while his dad drew the bath in the master bathroom’s jacuzzi tub. He loved seeing his dad naked, the sunlight filtering in through the high windows made his fur look amazing and the shape of his body filled him with lust in addition to the admiration it always inspired.

His dad lowered himself in the water and nodded between his open legs.

“Lay up against me boy.”

Benji joined him, not needing to be asked twice.

For a long while he just felt his dad’s hand explore his body, slowly running over his belly, his smooth chest, his tight balls and little cock. He closed his eyes and relaxed into his father. He’d never remembered being more comfortable than in this bath with his dad. He felt safe, and was a little surprised that neither he nor his dad got stiff while they were touching. The heat of the bath, the tenderness of the touch, seemed to elicit a relaxed closeness more than the fevered excitement that they had been finding with each other recently.

“Dad, what happens when mom comes home?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like are we gonna keep doing this?”

“We’ll find time. But it’ll be more important than ever we listen to each other if the other says no. We can’t get caught.”

“I don’t see why we have to hide it.”

“If someone found out I’d-”

“No dad, like, this feels good. I know people would freak out if they knew, but everyone should be doing this.”

“There was a free love movement, but even then they didn’t really encourage men to play freely like this, and I don’t think it ever included family members. I know it sucks having to sneak around and be secret but as long as we’re both happy-”

“I am!” Benji said quickly, “I don’t ever want to stop doing this dad.”

“You sure? One day I’m gonna be all old and gross.”

“I’ll be old and gross too then,” Benji giggled, “But I’ll love you even if you’re the oldest and grossest on the planet dad.”

Conner kissed his son’s head.

“Dad,” Benji continued, more quietly, “I thought you’d hate me if you knew I thought about boys too when I play with myself.”

“I’ll love you even if all you want to do is play with boys.” He said, kissing his son’s head a second time, “You think of girls when you play with your wiener too?”

“Yeah. I like their tits, and girls are fun. Do you think of boy’s too when you jerk off dad?”

Conner nodded.

“Sometimes, more men usually, the way their cocks are, how we’d compare or what they’d think of me if they saw what I’m packing.”

“Do you ever feel bad that they’re bigger?”

“I used to. But I like that mine catches their attention.”

“I like mine too. I like that it’s like yours dad.”

“I love your little wiener,” Conner said, caressing his son’s soft two inches, “I love that yours is like mine”

Benji hated when other boy’s would tell him he had a little one but something about his dad saying it made him happy.

“What have you liked doing most together buddy?”

“I don’t know… fucking you,” he stuttered on the bad word, “it felt really good, but it was kind of scary. Same for when you put your wiener in my butt. I liked humping our wieners together this morning and I like putting yours in my mouth. But I think I like when you suck my wiener most, I like how your beard feels on my balls and I get a good feeling everytime you do it, I feel strong.”

Conner laughed.

“Is a bit of a power trip seeing someone suck your cock, huh?”

Benji nodded against his father's chest.