Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2020 13:20:38 -0500 From: Rod Rey Subject: My Himbo Son I'd cried myself to sleep every night ever since my wife had left me for another man. We'd recently become separated shortly after our twentieth wedding anniversary that'd been a halfhearted celebration. I'd had a feeling since last year that something had been going on with her because of her rejecting me every time I'd wanted to have sex. She hadn't rejected me before meeting her new lover whose age made me feel old at forty. It had also happened around the time I'd come out to her as a bisexual man. Could she have just not been able to handle my sexuality? Now, here I was, all alone in bed. Our son, Ben, was in his basement bedroom, probably working out or playing video games as usual. My younger brother, Jack, had recently moved in with us after his own divorce at only thirty, and he slept in one of the rooms across the hallway. While they both showed me a lot of support, I still felt lonely. God, my little boy was twenty now and already leaving for college in the fall as a recent high school graduate, which meant I'd be even lonelier since Jack had his own life. I'd miss Ben so much, and I was still hesitant about letting him be on his own in a dorm since he was so naïve and sheltered from being a shy loner. He'd never spent the night anywhere else, and he only had online friends who were similar-minded. I felt guilty thinking of Ben as a himbo, and even Jack often said "your himbo son" in jest whenever we talked about Ben. Sadly, that was exactly what he'd become, even though some himbos embraced the term. He was a smooth jock who was heavily focused on his attractive looks and spent more time exercising his muscular body than his "flabby" brain. Though, I probably shouldn't talk since I myself could afford to get back into shape with my flat-assed dad bod. Even Jack was muscly defined with a perky ass, a golden wolf to be specific. But still, it was Ben's chance to break out of his shell after being homeschooled his whole educational life, albeit with major academic struggles that my wife and I had needed to help him with after failing twice, hence his "delayed" graduation. It was important for him to get out there into the world and do other things. He was a man now, a well-developed one at that, and he needed to grow both mentally and emotionally. I'd recently told Jack to help me out by getting it through Ben's thick head, so I had hope. I sighed and cried all over again. Alone, and I couldn't sleep right away each night, always tossing and turning. The plugged-in nightlight whose softly-changing colors usually relaxed me hadn't done a thing these nights. I also still slept naked because it was a habit of mine, and because of my intense body heat, clothes made me sweat whenever I slept. Thank God I wasn't hairy because it probably would've been worse. After all, Cestin Island was too hot in the summertime, what with being off the Atlantic coast of Florida. Shortly after finally falling asleep, a strong arm wrapped around me and woke me up. I turned around, and Ben lay beside me in his boxers while sporting a concerned expression seen through the luminance of the nightlight. "Hey, son, what are you doing here?" "I heard you crying when I was using the bathroom up here since I plugged up the basement toilet again. Your cries were nonstop, Dad, and I got worried. So I wanted to make you feel better and give you some company." He was so adorable even for his age. He was still too young to know what I'd been going through, since he'd never even dated anyone in his life, but it warmed my heart to know that he wanted to be here for me. I tried to smile but failed. "Ben, I don't have any clothes on, so maybe you should go back to your room." But he didn't seem fazed since I'd never taught him that nudity was a bad thing. Though, he did pause for a few seconds as if pensive. "Why are you naked?" "Because I get real hot at night when I sleep, so sleeping naked makes me feel better." "Oh..." Another pensive pause, followed by a beaming face. "Can I sleep naked with you?" I chuckled, unsure if it was even a good idea. "I don't think that's appropriate." "Oh..." Another pensive pause. "Why not? You said nudity isn't a bad thing. And actually, clothes bother me when I sleep too." How could I say "no" to him when he was still so innocent even as a young adult? My wife and I had blocked all adult sites and had heavily monitored his social media activity until he'd turned eighteen, but we'd given him the talk, somewhat, and he'd taken health classes in school. Though, that'd been another thing I'd begged Jack to do on Ben's eighteenth birthday, to talk to him about sex as thoroughly and explicitly as possible from his own perspective, to just give it to him raw with no shame. Hopefully, Ben had learned a thing or two from all that info. "Please?" He wasn't letting this go, was he? I finally gave in. Besides, my wife wasn't ever coming back home, since she'd already packed everything of hers, so no one would even know about it. "Okay, okay. You can get naked, I guess." Ben did just that in no time and tossed his boxers on the floor. "Goodnight, son." I lay on my back and tried to fall asleep, but within a short moment, I felt Ben's arm around me again. His hand was dangerously close to my cock, and when it twitched a few times and started to rise, I was confused. "Dad?" "Yeah?" "Why did Mom leave us?" I had to ponder the thought of whether I should tell Ben the truth, since he was still young and didn't know anything about romantic relationships, much less marriage. Then, I decided I didn't want to lie to him the way my wife had lied to me for so long. I sighed. "She found someone else to make her happy." "Aw, but why?" Ben's tone sounded a bit emotional. "Oh, son. Someday you'll understand more since you've never had a relationship before. But let's just say I couldn't make her happy the way she wanted to be happy." "Oh..." Ben pensively paused for a while. "Can I make you happy, Dad?" "You always make me happy." I attempted a smile and turned to kiss the top of his blond head. I rubbed his muscular back and affectionately tapped his big boy butt. I wasn't sure why I kept my hand there, though, but feeling his smoothness and roundness made my cock grow even bigger. My head was filled with confliction. My son rubbed my smooth, round belly up and down as if to mimic me rubbing his back. When he accidentally reached lower, he wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft. "Why is it hard, Dad?" I was caught, and I had no way to explain such a thing. I tried to think as fast as I could. "It's just been a long time since I've been with your mother, so I get hard whenever I'm naked near another naked body." "Oh..." But Ben kept his hand on my cock, and then, he surprised me by playing with it. "Wow, it's so big, Dad. Mine isn't small, but why is yours so much bigger? Aren't penises usually the same size?" Yep, that was the himbo in him talking. My cock leaked, and I prayed he wouldn't notice. "Genetics are just weird that way, I guess. Or maybe it's because I'm older, I don't know." "But Uncle Jack isn't big like yours when he's hard, and he's older." My eyes bulged in shock. What?! Yet my cock suddenly hardened at the thought of wanting to know more. "You saw him naked?" "Yeah, Dad, on my eighteenth birthday and almost every day since then. I'm not supposed to say anything because it's actually a secret, but I trust you." What exactly had been going on between the two of them? I had to know more without showing that I was upset. "Did he do anything to you when he was naked?" "Yeah, he showed me stuff like you told him to." I furrowed my eyebrows. "What do you mean?" "Well, you told him to teach me about sex, so he showed me everything he could." Jack! What the fuck? That was not the sex talk I'd meant! "Uncle Jack said it would take many hours on a regular basis. He gave me two options. Either I could listen to a boring explanation like I was in school, or he could just show me instead. So I told him to show me because it was more fun that way." Why was I getting turned on? I was angry, wasn't I? I had to know more. "What exactly did he teach you?" "Will you be mad if I told you?" "No, son, of course not. You can tell me anything you like. I won't say a word." "Promise?" "Promise." And why was my hand still on my own son's ass? I probably should've let go of it by now, but something wouldn't let me do so. This boy butt was so big and smooth, and I was painfully erect. It was funny how fitting our last name Biggs was, my cock and his ass. "Uncle Jack told me that men feel real good when you do this..." Ben stroked my cock up and down as if experienced. Oh, was he right. It felt amazing, and after not having sex in over a year, I suddenly needed this. I should've stopped him. I should've stopped my little boy from touching me this way, but my hormones wouldn't allow it. I needed a release, and the touch of someone felt better than my own hand. "Does that feel good Dad?" He didn't even sound horny, just simply clueless like the himbo he really was. Did he even know this was wrong? "Oh, son... it feels so good." Wow, even my tone had some hunger in it. What was going on with me? How had I come this far with my own flesh and blood I'd created with my cock? Precum dripped profusely down the shaft and onto my trimmed, blond bush. "Uncle Jack tells me that it's like milking a cow. I know it's called semen, but he calls it man milk." Ben giggled, showing such adorkable immaturity for his age. He was still innocent in my eyes, but a part of me questioned whether I should continue allowing him to be around my horny brother. Then again, I was horny too. I breathed heavily and couldn't believe what was happening. A part of me knew I should stop Ben from jacking me off, but a much-bigger part of me realized I was a man with urgent needs. Maybe he also realized that and didn't think about our family ties. I found myself caressing his hole that surprised me by not being as tight as I'd assumed. After a while of him stroking me, I threw all my morals and values out the window and focused on this newfound lust I suddenly had for my own son. I'd always love Ben as a son, but now, this changed everything and made me look at him differently. He was a sexy man who was willing to please me, and it was impossible to reject that opportunity. Besides, if Jack could have him, so could I. Ben stroked for a long time, and he shocked me yet again by leaning over and licking the precum off the tip of my cock. Shortly after, he took the entire thing inside his mouth and practically vacuumed my cock with his warm mouth, making me wonder if Jack had taught him how to deepthroat too. "Oh, son..." That throat felt so good. Ben slurped in a slobbery mess while I fucked his throat, and he showed nothing but devotion while pleasing me. There was no way he would've naturally known how to do this with no experience. He'd never even watched porn, and now that he no longer had any internet restrictions, he still didn't, much to my shock. Jack had clearly shown him much more than I'd realized. God, I couldn't believe I was fucking my son's mouth, and the more I played with his big boy butt, the more I knew I had to fuck it one day. "Oh, son, you're making Daddy feel so, so good with your throat." Wait, what? Daddy? Ben hadn't called me that since he was a little kid, so why would I refer to myself as that when I'd never expect him to do so at twenty? He stopped and looked at me. "I know, but I want to make Daddy feel good and happy." I was so turned on the way he'd called me "Daddy", but was he enjoying himself too? Not once had he acted or sounded horny as if astonishingly clueless the entire time. "I appreciate that, Ben, but do you think this is wrong for us to do?" Incest between consenting adults eighteen and over was legal here, but it was heavily frowned upon. Ben paused with a pensive expression. "No. Why would it be wrong?" Was he serious? Did he not realize it was incest? My own sperm had squirted its way into my wife's egg to give him life, and he had absolutely no qualms about any of this. I was stunned, but at the same time, maybe it was just his himbo nature. Who knew? I wasn't too familiar with the term, anyway. I sighed. "Nothing. You can keep sucking me. It feels good." Ben did, and he continued to do it so well. How could he know to show this level of experience? Jack must've used Ben's mouth quite a bit for him to be able to deepthroat. He stopped again and gave me a wet grin. "I love you, Daddy." That was it. Those beautiful words mixed with my arousal. I couldn't hold it in anymore, and after a few more sucks and slurps, the sexual beast from within was unleased and possessed me with unbridled hunger. I took over by pulling out and aiming my cock at his face. I clenched my teeth and groaned as I furiously jacked off. "I love you too, son. And I'm gonna come on that beautiful face." "Give me your milk, Daddy. I want it." "Fuck, I'm coming! Gughhh..." I blasted thick ropes of cum all over my son's face, and I cried in ecstasy. "Ungh..." After waking up from my sexual possession, I realized my middle finger was deep inside his pucker. I hadn't even paid attention to the fact that I'd been fingering him. "All better, Daddy?" Had Jack also come on Ben's face to justify the cool attitude about the whole thing? I caught my breath and looked at Ben's cum-drenched face, making me realize I'd shot the biggest load in years. I gave him a loopy expression from the afterglow. "Thanks, son. That was wonderful." "No problem." He scooped up all the cum off his face and into his mouth like a greedy little piglet. I still couldn't believe the way he'd been talking and acting about the whole experience was as if he'd lent me a book or something, so oddly nonchalant about incest. I still had my finger inside his hole, and I wiggled it. "Does this hurt?" "No. Uncle Jack did that a lot to me too." What...? "Not with his finger, though." Wow! My own brother fucked my son in the ass? "But you can pound me too, Daddy. I don't mind. I'm just a hole for you to use any time you want like Uncle Jack told me." My eyebrows flew up. "Did he actually say that?" Ben paused with a pensive expression. "Yeah, but isn't it true? I just take it until he's done and go about my day." I was going to have a serious talk with Jack as soon as I saw him, especially with as dumbfounded as Ben looked after admitting such a thing, like it was nothing. My own son, my pride and joy, was way more than just a hole. "No, it's not true. You have high value, and you mean more to me than my own life." I had to admit, though. What an ass on him. I was suddenly in deep lust with Ben's big boy butt. "Aw, Daddy." He smiled warmly and gave me a kiss on the lips, which turned into an unexpected but cock-hardening make-out session with his tasty tongue around mine. The longer we kissed, the more my heart actually flipped with an unusual kind of joy. Was I falling for my own son? Ben broke the kiss and expressed elation. "I have an idea! I want to make you both happy, so I'll be a hole for Uncle Jack since I don't love him like I love you, and I'll be more than that for you." I chuckled at how clueless Ben was. He could turn into Daddy's little slut by getting fucked too many times to count and would still be genuinely innocent. He might've been a himbo, but he wasn't a braindead moron. He was pure love with a good heart, wanting to take care of his old man... and my fucking brother whom I needed to have a talk with as soon as I saw him tomorrow. But for now, I had to process the fact that I'd just had incestuous sex. And as much as I knew it should never happen again, I also knew I'd finally found someone who was willing to take care of my needs every single night. For now, anyway. ***INFO*** Want more by Rod Rey? Visit: https://rodreywriter.wordpress.com Please show your support by donating to Nifty to help keep these stories alive! Copyright © 2020, Rod Rey. All Rights Reserved. DISCLAIMER: All details of all characters in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.