Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2022 22:12:34 +0000 From: dkwk54321 Subject: My Son, My Dom - Chapter 1 Please donate to nifty (https://donate.nifty.org/) if you can to help keep this wonderful site available for everyone to enjoy. Thanks. My Son, My Dom - Chapter 1 A quick introduction. My name is Jackson. I'm 33 years old. I'm a fairly large guy at 6'1" and about 250 lbs. I have blond hair, and a lot of it. It covers my chest, arms, legs, shoulders, back. You name a place, I'm hairy there. I also have a full beard that I keep trimmed up. I have a 13 year old son named Leon. He has the same blond hair as me, but, at only 13, he still hasn't started growing any on his chest or arms. You can see a very light fuzz on his legs if you're close enough. I was a late bloomer, and it seems my son is the same. He's still just under 5 foot tall and, last it was checked, only weighed about 80 lbs. Leon's mother left about a year ago after I came out as gay. My late teens and early 20s were a very confusing time for me. Growing up in a very conservative area, I had to deny, even to myself, who I really was. I met my ex wife while still in high school, we did have a lot in common, so I figured, what better way for me to keep up appearances. Turns out, she was pretty controlling. She ended up getting pregnant with Leon, even though she was supposed to be on birth control and we barely had sex. This led to us getting married quickly as her family was very religious. It took far longer than it should have for me to build up the courage to come out. Maybe it wouldn't have been quite so devastating. My ex freaked out. Bad. She was throwing things at me, screaming at me, calling me a faggot, disgusting homo, you name it, she called me it. What made it worse, is that she did all this in front of our son. The last thing she said before she left is that she hated me and she can keep Leon as she didn't want to have anything to do with the son of a faggot. Again, she said this in front of him. I was furious. It was one thing to say such horrible things. I could handle it. But in front of our boy was unforgivable. He was crying the rest of the day. I did everything I could to comfort him. Make sure he understood that none of this was his fault and that we'll be okay. I stayed with him that night until he was able to finally fall asleep. Leon started to change after that. It was slow. But he went from being a cheerful, happy boy to angry, and easily agitated. I did what I could to help him. He seemed to stabilize around when he turned 13. He was still angry and got into trouble at school here and there, but it was better at least. I worked from home and so was always there when he left and got home from school. He didn't really have any friends because he had a tendency to push people away, so he never wanted to go over to anyone's house after school or have anyone over. I made sure that whenever I had guy over for sex, it was while he was at school. Never at night, and never on the weekends. When it comes to sex, I have always been on the submissive side. Was even that way with my ex wife. I do, however, love a younger, smaller, smooth twink. I absolutely love to have him tell me what to do, make me beg for his young cock, and have very rough sex. After everything that happened when his mother left, I didn't want him to know any of that was going on. This story starts like any other day. It's Friday. I'm working when Leon come home from school. I hear him come up the stairs and walk past my office. "Hey, Leon. How was school?" I ask. He just glances at me, doesn't say a word, and continues on towards his room. I get up and follow him as he tosses his backpack in the corner and jumps onto his bed on his back, staring up at the ceiling. "Hey bud. What's wrong?" "It's nothing. Leave me alone," he snaps at me. I'm used to this kind of talk. Being the submissive person I am, it's difficult for me to be stern with him. "Okay. But please let me know if you need to talk. I'm always here for you," I reassure him as I walk out. "Whatever," he says as I leave. I go back to work and after a couple hours, I'm done for the week. I shut down my equipment and head downstairs for a beer. Leon is on the couch watching TV. He doesn't pay any attention to me as I walk by and head into the kitchen. I open the fridge, grab a beer, and notice that there's nothing to eat. It's been a while since I've been grocery shopping. Shit, guess I'm ordering out. "Hey!" I holler out to my boy, "I was going to order out. What would you like?" "Pizza!" He yells back. He says nothing else. Good thing I know what kind he likes. I get on my phone and order a couple pizzas from their app as I head out to the living room, sitting in my recliner. Leon still doesn't pay any attention to me. Something is clearly bothering him, but I can't quite tell what. We sit there in complete silence until the pizza arrives. I get up and answer the door, carrying the pizzas out into the kitchen and grabbing a couple plates. As I set them down and open the pizza boxes, Leon comes wandering in. "Thanks," is all he says as he grabs a plate, a few slices, and heads back to the couch. I always let him each out there when we have pizza. Kind of a treat. I figure he could use it. "Of course," I grab my own slices and follow him. "You want to watch a movie? I can order something if there's a new one you wanted to watch." "I don't care," he says between bites. I start browsing some movies and find one I know he'll like. We sit quietly as we eat our pizza and enjoy the movie. Leon seems to be relaxing some as he focuses on it. He's sitting there with his legs spread wide, leaning back, with his hands crossed behind his head. Maybe it was the beer, but I look at him differently, however briefly. I see him as a handsome boy. More than that, I realize that the young guys that I tend to hook up with look a lot like him. My cock stirs in my pants. I push the thought away. I can't believe I was just thinking about my son like that. I push the thought away and go back to watching the movie. It's difficult to pay attention, but I do my best to not think about it. When the movie ends, I yawn as I notice how late it's getting. "I think I'm going to head to bed. Don't stay up to late. Do you mind putting the pizza in the fridge for me." "Okay, dad," he says in a calm voice. He's definitely calmed down from earlier. I wonder what happened at school to make him so upset earlier. But at least he didn't argue with me about the pizza. I head upstairs, strip my clothes, and climb into bed. It doesn't take long before I'm asleep. When I wake up I notice it's still dark. I look at my phone and see that it's only 2am. I lay my head back down to go back to sleep when I hear a noise coming from Leon's room. Ugh. He must be on his computer watching YouTube again. I guess he wasn't listening to me as well as I thought. I get up, throw on a pair of my boxer briefs, and head towards Leon's room. As I get close, the noises don't sound like a YouTube video. It sounded like porn. More specifically, it sounded like two different men. I pause a moment. Is my son gay, too? Is that what's been bothering him? Then I remember that I had internet filters and trackers. I would have known if he was watching porn. That's when I heard it. The voice very clear coming from his room. "Take it Jackson, take this young cock. You know you love it." My heart was beating a million miles an hour. That voice. It was Tony's. The 18 year old boy I had over a few days ago. He was good. My cock stiffens a little as I remember back. He was thin and completely smooth. Light blond hair on his head. Small stature, but with a thick 6.5" cock. I get out of my daze and continue to Leon's room. His door is cracked open slightly. His computer chair faces away from his door, so I knew he wouldn't be able to see me. I peek in, and sure enough, there it is on the screen. Me getting hard fucked by Tony. The angle of the recording makes it look like it's coming from my bookshelf. I make a mental note to check my bookshelf. What really gets my attention my son. It's obvious he's completely naked. I can't see the front of his body, but I can see his arm moving. My son is jerking off to a video of me getting fucked by a guy that easily looks like he could be my son in five years. That's when I see him lean his head back, moaning, "ahhh, fuck, dad." His whole body begins to spasm. It's clear he is cumming. Holy shit! Did he just moan for me as he came? He grabs a pair of his Iron Man boxers sitting next to him and begins to wipe up. I quickly, and quietly sneak back to my room. As I enter my room and gently close the door, I notice that my cock is rock hard. A huge wet spot in the front from where I've been leaking precum. Why am I so hard? I just watched my son jerk off to me getting fucked. So many thoughts are going through my head. Then I remembered. Where the fuck is that camera? I grab my phone to use as a light so that it's not noticeable in case Leon comes out of his room. I move to my bookshelf and begin searching. Sure enough, there is it. A small HD wi-fi camera hidden above one of my old books, pointed directly at my bed. When the fuck did he put that there? Where did he get it from? Why did he want to put it there in the first place? I unplugged the camera and locked it in my dresser. Slipping off my underwear, I crawl back into bed. Somehow, I managed to fall back asleep. I woke up just as the light was coming in my bedroom window. Last night felt like a dream. Just to be sure it wasn't, I unlocked the drawer of my dresser and there it was. The camera my son was using to spy on me having sex. "Shit, shit, shit," I hear Leon faintly saying. I'm guessing he didn't think I was awake yet. I'm usually still dead to the world at this hour on a Saturday. I throw on some clothes real quick, grab the camera, and come out of my room. "Oh fuck. Fuck. This isn't good," I can hear him forcefully whispering in his room. I get to his door. "Hey there, watch the language. What's wrong?" He's pacing back and forth while staring at his computer. All I can see on the screen is a black window saying "No Signal Detected". Leon lets out a yell that sounded more like a screech. "Get out!" He rushes over and slams his door closed. "Leon. Buddy. We need to talk," I say as I knock on his door lightly, trying not to be too aggressive. I can imagine how upset he is realizing that it seems he's been caught. "Leon. Come on. Open the door please." I hear some shuffling in his room and the door opens just slightly. He's walking back towards his bed as I open the door and walk in. He sits down and plants his face in his hands. I can hear him start crying. His computer is still showing the "No Signal Detected" screen. I guess he figured, what's the point since I already know. I sit down in his computer chair and swivel it to face him. I grab his hands and gently pull down to try to get him to look at me. "Hey, buddy. I'm not mad. We just need to talk about this." I pull out the camera and set it on his desk. He sees it, "fuck," he says as he puts his face back into his hands. I don't tell him not to curse this time. He's already going through enough as it is. "So, you've been spying on your dad, huh? How long as this been going on? And, most importantly, why?" Leon looks up at me. A few tears running down his face. His demeanor seems to have suddenly shifted. He spoke with an unexpected confidence, "yes. I was. I set up the camera about two months ago." "But why?" I asked. "I think I'm gay too, dad," he says, "I had a feeling you were doing things when I was at school. I remember seeing a guy leaving the house as I was walking home from the bus stop. After the way mom treated you, I didn't want anyone to ever know. But I was curious." "You could have told me," I was starting to get emotional now. "I love you, son. Nothing will ever change that. Especially you being gay. I suffered for years cause I denied it to even myself. The only good thing that ever came from it was you." He smiled a little when I said that, "thanks dad. I love you too. How did you find it? I know you never look at those old books anymore." "Well, actually... I saw you last night," I said. His cheeks turned extremely bright red. "You saw me... you know," he said. "Yes. I saw you masturbating. And not just that, but to me and Tony," I respond. "I'm sorry," he looks like he's about to cry again. I can't believe how many times my boy is shifting emotions. One moment he's scared, then confident, then nervous, then scared again. I guess given the situation and everything else he's going through at his age, I can't blame him. "You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. I honestly thought I was doing a good job keeping things hidden from you. I know we never really talked about how things ended between me and your mother." I got up and sat down next to him. I put my arm around his shoulder to try to comfort him. "What she did was horrible. I would have been fine with it if she hadn't done it in front of you. I'm so sorry you had to go through that." "I didn't actually know what she was yelling at you about. At the time I didn't know what she meant or why she was so mad," he started. "I ended up finding out what she was saying when I heard some other boys at school call another boy a faggot. I told the boys to leave him alone. After they left I asked him what they were talking about. He told me that they were calling him that because he's gay. We talked for a little while. That's when I realized that I had a lot of the same feelings he did." "Oh?" I wanted to hear more. Leon just doesn't talk to me about things that happen at school anymore. "So, you like other boys in the same way they like girls?" "Well, not exactly," his confidence was coming back. Talking about all this I think has finally allowed him to be free of the burden. I know that feeling all too well. "I don't like other boys. I like men." "Ah," I say, "that explains a lot. An awful lot." "What do you mean?" he asks. "It explains why you've become more distant with me. Why you struggle with making eye contact with me when I talk to you. And, especially, explains the camera." I smile at this last bit. "Is it bad that I think you're hot, dad?" Leon turns and looks me directly in the eyes. "Well..." I can't deny that I think my boy is attractive. He's basically everything that I go for when looking for a hookup. But he's my son. "It's definitely not considered `normal'. But, you've seen Tony, and who knows how many other. You've seen the kind of guys I like." "I have," he smirks, "they look like me." His nervousness is completely gone now. It's pure confidence. My thoughts are all over the place again. He realized that my type look like him. He knows that I'm a submissive bottom. He also is gay, is into older guys, and says that I'm hot. Where is this going? I notice that my cock has stiffened a little. "Dad," he is still smirking and looking directly at me. "I do have one question?" "Ask away," I say smiling back. I'm so glad he's finally opening up to me. I feel like, even though this is not exactly the most appropriate conversation to be having with my own son, I don't want him to stop talking. "Why do those guys talk to you like they do?" he asks. "They call you a bitch and seem almost mean to you." Oh boy. That was not what I was expecting. Well, there's no turning this off now. The flood gates are open. "That's a little complicated. I'm not sure you'll fully understand, but I'll try to explain the best I can. Your dad is what is referred to as a submissive bottom. Gay men are usually either a top or bottom, but here are quite a few that are what are called versatile. They like both." "What do you mean by top and bottom?" he asks with genuine curiosity. "You've seen what the guys I'm with do to me? Well, they are tops." I'm not sure if he is fully understanding. "Oh, so you mean, the top is the guy that does the fucking, and the bottom is the one that gets fucked?" It's a bit shocking to hear him say things like that in such an innocent way. "Yes. I'm guessing you learned how to talk like that from watching me," I continue. "Just remember that you shouldn't ever talk like that in public or at school. Got it?" "Yeah. I got it," he says. "But you're okay with me talking like that at home?" "With everything you've seen and heard, I guess it's not the worst thing," I answer truthfully. "But, your dad is submissive and likes a dominant partner. That means that they take control. They tell me what to do and obey. Some of them like to talk down to me to help establish that dominance. Does that make sense?" "Actually it does," he answers, "after seeing you with those guys, it makes sense. I just didn't know what it was all called." Talking about all this has gotten me even harder. I shift my legs a bit to try to hide it, but unsuccessfully. "Dad?" he looks down at my shorts. "Are you getting hard?" Well, fuck, this rabbit hole just keeps getting deeper. "Yes. I guess all this talk has done it to me." "I am too," he says as he spreads his legs and I get a clear view of the tent in his boxers. A surprisingly large tent. My cock instantly gets fully hard and begins to twitch. I bite my lip and try to find the words, but nothing comes out. Just a slight moan. "You want to see it?" Leon asks. His demeanor has now shifted again. It feels aggressive. I'm no longer thinking with the brain in my head. My cock has taken full control. "Yes. I do." I'm breathing heavy. I can't believe I just told my son that I want to see his cock. I can't deny that I've been curious. Especially after last night. Leon lifts his butt up a little and slips his boxers off completely in one motion. There it is. My son's 13 year old cock. I can't help but lick my lips. He's big for his age. Hell, he's bigger than some adults I've been with. I'd say he's a solid 6 inches, and thick. It looks huge on his tiny frame. I'm staring. I can't look away. Leon notices, "touch it. You know you want to." I'm both shocked and so incredibly turned on by his forcefulness. My submissive side suddenly takes over and I no longer care that this is my son. I reach out and wrap my fingers around my son's impressive member. The heat radiating off it is impressive. He's such an incredible stud for his age. The dad in me is so proud. The little bitch in me is begging for more. "Ahhhh," my boy moans out loud. "Dad, it feels so much better when someone else is touching it. Stroke it. Make me feel good." I start moving my hand up and down his cock. I can feel my own straining against my shorts, leaking precum like a faucet. Leon's begins to leak as well. I moved my hand to the tip and spread his precum all around the head before moving back down. I pick up the pace. Stroking my boy's cock. Making him moan even louder. "Dad, this feels amazing. Don't stop. I'm gonna cum. Make me cum, dad," he says as he lays back and begins to run his hands over his stomach and chest. He begins to pinch one of his nipples and starts bucking his hips into my hand. I get off the bed without missing a stroke and start rubbing his balls with my other hand. They're still small and having dropped yet. It makes his cock look all that more impressive. I start twisting my hand as I run it up and down his full length, paying extra attention to his sensitive tip. I feel his cock start to spasm as shot after shot of his teen cum begins to unload, covering his stomach and oozing down my hand. Leon is panting, slowly trying to gather himself after that massive orgasm. "Dad... that was incredible... best feeling... I've ever had..." he manages to say through breaths. I realize that this is the closest we've ever been. I feel like, even though this would be considered unbelievably inappropriate, we've finally found something to bond over. "I'm so glad you enjoyed," I say as I bring my hand to my mouth and lick his cum off it. "Mmmmm. You taste so good." "Really?" he looks surprised. "It tastes good?" "I think so," I answer as I continue to lick my hand clean. Leon wipes up some of the cum on his stomach and brings it to his mouth. He doesn't say anything, but his actions speak louder than words. He wipes up more and repeats it. I'm still caught up in the moment, so I get up, lean over him and start to lick up the rest from his stomach. When I finish I look up at him. Without missing a beat, he leans up and plants his lips on mine. Wow. His lips are so soft. I feel his tongue trying to press into my mouth. I let it in and return the favor. Our tongues wrestle as we both moan into each other's mouths. Leon finally pulls back and giggles. "Dad, your beard tickles." He seems back to his normal self. The dominant side having gone dormant. He hugs me and pecks me on the lips before jumping off the bed, his now soft cock bouncing as he does. "I'm gonna hop in the shower. Want to join me?" he asks as he walks naked towards the bathroom. I get a good look at his ass. I may be a submissive bottom, but damn, that boy has a nice, plump, little bubble butt. I get up and follow him to the bathroom, stripping my clothes as I do. Still hard as a rock. I can tell that this is going to be the beginning of so much more.