Date: Thu, 11 Feb 2021 10:39:55 -0500 From: Rod Rey Subject: My Himbo Son 5 On Sunday night while getting ready for bed, I pondered more about Justin coming to live with us. I couldn't get any of it out of my mind. It was something that dominated my thoughts because it was such a big decision to have made. A huge one. His shocking confession about his private lifestyle had turned me on more than I'd ever thought it would, if just for kink, but was it really a good idea? I sighed. Two sons, basically. Wow. Two. Two beautiful boys under my roof. Well, no one beat Ben because he'd always be the most beautiful of all boys in my eyes. But how would he feel about Justin moving in with us? Would he really be happy? Would he be excited? Thrilled? I'd never even been into ageplay. I'd suppressed thoughts about it, though. Would I really have to treat Justin as a kid? Did I even want to? God, why was I so confused about this now? I'd blown a huge load over it when he and I had chatted on the phone earlier today. There was a soft knock on the door. It was obviously Ben. Who else could it be? "Come in." The door opened, and Ben slowly entered. He shut the door and climbed into bed with me for a warm snuggle despite the temperature being warm enough outside. Though, the fan was on. He rested the side of his face against my smooth chest and had his strong arm wrapped around my biggish belly. For having a dad bod, my own son made me feel beautiful. I remembered how much it had stung when the man my wife had left me for was not only younger, but in top shape. She'd always been passive aggressive about my weight, but I'd ignored her because I'd never been ashamed of it until she'd left me. Then, Ben had changed everything for me. He'd given me hope. He didn't care about such things. He loved me for me. I chuckled and tapped his big butt with affection, my cock already getting hard just by our proximity to each other. "Can't sleep?" "I just want to sleep with you, Dad. Is that okay?" Aw, my little boy needed his daddy. That was more than okay. I'd always spoil him rotten with affection. He was my life, after all. And if I didn't know any better, I'd guess there was a hint of emotion in his tone. Maybe he wasn't completely emotionless, after all. "It's always okay." "It gets lonely in my room, Dad." Was he sad? "You okay, Ben?" It took him a moment to speak. "Can I sleep here with you from now on?" Oh. That was not what I'd expected. But what about Justin? I'd already told him he'd be sleeping with me. Think, think. I let out a breath. "Ben, there's something I need to tell you." "What is it?" "Your cousin Justin's coming over to live with us. He should be here tomorrow." I smiled. "Oh..." Was that a hint of sadness? It was rare to hear any emotions in Ben's voice. My eyebrows furrowed. "You don't sound so happy." "I'm not, Dad." Oh? Had I just made a mistake? I prayed not. "What's wrong? Don't you like the idea?" Ben paused for a while, and because his face was against my chest, something wet around it worried me. Was he crying? I turned to my side to face him, and I wiped his wet cheeks. Aw, Daddy's little boy was sad. "What's wrong, Ben?" He sniffled. "He used to make fun of me when we were real little." Oh? How had I not known that? But Justin sounded so different. Maybe he'd grown up since. "Maybe he's changed. Maybe he's sorry. Do you want me to have him apologize to you when he comes here?" Ben sniffled and nodded. "Okay, Dad." "Aw, come here." I pulled him into my arms and snuggled with him some more, squeezing him with love. My himbo son. For not being into ageplay or having a serious age regression, he was still youthful at heart. That was okay, though. He'd always be Daddy's little boy, my number one. Not even Justin could take the number-one spot. That spot was a special spot, reserved for Ben. And only Ben. He reached for my cock and started stroking it. "I'm horny, Daddy." I loved how he called me Daddy during sex. He never did otherwise, just whenever we showed each other intimacy. I chuckled. "Want Daddy's milk?" "Yeah. But I want it in my butthole again." Oh, Ben. What a sexy young man he'd grown up to become. A hot jock with the power to make me horny all the time. I lay on my back and guided him to climb on top of me. He was heavy with all those muscles. He aligned my big cock with his used hole, and he surprised me by taking it raw, as in no lube. I hadn't jammed it in or anything, but still. My cock felt so wonderful inside my little boy. I still couldn't believe I was fucking him. This new relationship of ours was changing my life by the day. I caressed his cheek and rubbed his lips. "I love you so much," I whispered with extra emotion. What I'd do for this beautiful existence, my very own creation. My cock had had so many swimmers racing to win my wife's egg, and the one named Ben had become the winner. Now, here he was. From a fetus, to a baby, to a kid, to a man. A beautiful and sexy man who'd stolen my heart. I pushed myself deeper inside Ben, his big boy butt resting against my inner thighs. Sometimes, I wanted his hole just for myself because I could be that selfish. But it wasn't fair to him. He needed to experience life on his own at some point. I didn't want to let him go, though. He'd start college online, so I'd at least have him here with me for longer. He bounced on my cock. "How does it feel, Daddy? Am I making you happy?" Still monotone. I gave him a warm and horny smile. Warm, because he was a part of me, born out of my cock as the most important existence in my life. Horny, because he was my lover, a beautiful man who satisfied my sexual appetite. "Very happy. But can you sound horny for me, baby boy?" "I am horny. My body feels good." Maybe so, but he was still monotone while taking my cock. I smiled and was willing to teach him with patience. "Repeat after me, okay?" "Okay." "You make me horny, Daddy," I said in a dramatically-sexual tone. It took a moment for Ben to repeat it. "You make me horny, Daddy." Slow, almost there. Just a hint of it. Damn, but it turned me on, and my heart warmed up with hope. "Say it again. You make me horny, Daddy." "You make me horny, Daddy." A little better, but still slightly monotone. Still a turn-on, though. "Again, baby boy. Come on. You can do this." "You make me horny, Daddy." A little better. "From now on, when you and I make love, I want you to practice sounding sexual with Daddy, okay? You don't need to do it with anyone else, just me." "Okay, Daddy." I quickened the pace and pounded his big boy butt. "What's on your mind, baby boy? Don't hold anything back. I want you to confess everything to me from now on. No secrets." Ben bounced on my cock, and for the first time, his breathing was harder in a more sexual way, turning me on more than ever. "That's it, baby boy. Enjoy it. You're not a hole. You have feelings too. You have needs that Daddy can fulfill." More horny breaths. His first moan came out. Wow. A moan! Albeit tiny, but still progress. "That's it, baby boy. Let it all out. Just feel, don't think. Let it all out and say everything that your brain is telling you." More horny breaths, harder this time. Another tiny moan. Fuck, I was extremely horny now. "Yeah, Ben, come on. Make Daddy proud. Daddy's fucking your little boy butt. I know you love this, don't you?" "Yeah, Daddy..." Oh, wow. That sounded much less monotone. There was hunger this time. "Say it again, baby boy. Just like you did it." "Daddy..." "Yeah, yeah, come on, Ben, just like that." Fuck, it was agonizing to keep edging at this point. I was trying my hardest not to come already. "Daddy...ungh...I love you..." Ben suddenly shocked me as his hard cock erupted like a volcano, blasting a huge load that I'd never known he'd had it in him to do. He cried out in deep pleasure as he spouted thick rope after thick rope, a new sound to my ears. My boy. My little boy. Was this his first real enjoyment? His first deep pleasure? I lost it. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I breathed harder, and my body shook as I shot so much cum inside his hole, grunting and feeling drunk from the glorious ecstasy possessing me. I caught my breath and stayed inside him. I didn't want to pull out. This was our moment together, our special moment. Father and son bonding. I brushed my knuckles against his cheek and smiled with so much warmth in my heart. "That's never happened before, Dad." "What's that, baby boy?" "The sounds I made." Aw, was Ben shy now? Embarrassed? Cute young man. My himbo son. My beautiful little boy. "That's because I got you to realize how much you matter." "My existence has worth, Dad?" My heart sank. What a painful thing to hear, for my little boy to even question such a thing. "Of course, Ben. Why would you doubt that?" For the first time, Ben burst into heavy sobs, out of nowhere. I hadn't heard him cry since he'd literally been a little boy. "Uncle Jack told me my real name was Braindead Moron Biggs and that Ben was just an alias." What the fuck?! "He said I was born to be a used hole...that I was a worthless piece of dog shit under his shoe who should be grateful for his existence." Oh my fucking God. No, no, this wasn't fucking happening. My heart...fuck. I choked up with emotions. "When I was in middle school, Uncle Jack told me that a demon would spawn and kill me if I showed emotions because emotions were for girls, not for boys. Every time I showed emotions by accident, he repeated the same thing until I stopped feeling stuff because I was scared." The more I knew about Jack, the more I detested that sick, evil fuck. He'd damaged my little boy. Fuck, I couldn't take this anymore. My heart was dipped with so much pain to have learned this. I pulled my deflated cock out of Ben's hole and held him tightly in my arms. I kissed his lips and gazed into his eyes. "Those were all evil lies, baby boy. Your real name is Benjamin Biggs, and you're worth more than my own life. I'd die for you without a second thought." Ben didn't say another word. He continued crying hard in my arms. "It hurt, Dad." "I know, baby boy, I know. You're with Daddy now. You're safe with me. And starting tonight, this will be your room too. I'm never letting you go. You're under my wing, and you'll always be." "Okay, Dad," Ben said in a muffled tone, his face buried in my chest. Meanwhile, I'd take care of Jack. The fury within me rose higher than ever. He was no longer family. He was no longer my brother. I officially disowned him. And he'd pay for everything. I'd make sure of it. ***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! 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