Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2023 00:10:13 +0000 From: dslbw Subject: "Supplements And My Son" This story takes place in a world that only exists in my head; it is totally fictitious. If you have questions or comments, no hate, email me. Nifty hosts over ***300,000*** stories that we all know we couldn't live without. Please help out if you can, by donating to keep this great archive around at https://donate.nifty.org/ _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ It was a hot July afternoon, well over a hundred outside. It was just my son and I at home, and he was in his room. I was lounging on the couch while the TV played recaps and highlights of last night's game. Mindlessly scrolling through Reddit, I decided to swap over to my NSFW account. Soon I felt a stirring in my crotch as my feed of hung young twinks went by. I'm bi and have had a thing for fit twinky guys with big dicks since I was a kid. I've never admitted that out loud to anyone before, but now that my son was twelve, it was getting harder and harder to ignore my curiosities and desires regarding his trim young form. I knew that it was getting to be time to have the `birds and the bees' talk with my son, but I hadn't yet. I finished off my beer. I'd lost count of how many I'd had, but I was feeling them. "Timmy!" I called out over my shoulder, switching back to my regular Reddit account. I was looking over the back of the couch to see if he was coming down the hall. When I spotted him exit his room, he looked like he was adjusting his crotch. "What," he asked flatly as he got closer. I could tell there was a definite lump in his basketball shorts and immediately knew that I'd interrupted him doing the very activity I planned to discuss. I had him sit down and we started chatting about general stuff before I gradually started asking him if he liked anyone at school more than friends, or if he had experimented with anyone. My preteen son blushed and kicked his smooth skinny legs against the couch as he looked away, denying anything of the sort. I told him there was no need to be shy and said he could tell me if there was. He denied it again, so I carried on. I got into explaining that he was soon going to become a man, and that meant a lot of changes in his body. He nodded and said that they had talked about it in health class already, and that he had a pretty good idea of what would happen. I let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he was already introduced to the subject. "What exactly did they cover?" I asked him, turning down the TV a little bit, as Timmy was being shy and kind of quiet. My son told me the various aspects of puberty that they had covered, the basics of male and female anatomy, and then a very barebones run down of the procreative process. "Did they cover any... alternatives to that?" I asked. I felt my cock twitch. "Yeah, they told us about mas- masta- jerking off, which I already knew about. All us guys in class knew about that already." He kind of laughed a little bit and seemed to be getting a little more relaxed. I was trying to remain calm myself but was finding this line of questioning strangely erotic. I had never really thought about what it would be like to discuss this with my son. My cock was at full mast. He said that the teacher had also briefly covered gay and lesbian sex and told me that he was kind of curious about two guys doing it together. He said the teacher told the class that guys could put their penises in another person's anus, whether they are a guy or a girl. He asked how a penis could fit in there when even getting poked as a prank hurts. I chuckled and tried to casually move my leg to release some pressure on my cock. It was rock-hard and straining against my khaki shorts. I explained how there are lots of ways to make it easier, like lube. I then described the process of lubing up a cock and asshole for penetration. I could feel the wetness my cock was leaking. My son's lap began to swell as I described the process. I tried not to make it obvious that I was not only staring but jealous. I'm not gifted between my legs by any stretch, but the bulge on my young son looked massive. It was easily bigger than the one I was sporting. I felt myself getting hot as I started to wonder if he had any hair on his cock yet. I know that his pits are still smooth, and that he doesn't have any peach fuzz on his face yet. I gulped and felt myself leaking more as my cock twitched again. I couldn't believe how hard I was just from wondering if my son's balls had dropped yet. I bet they're huge, judging from that bulge... Holy fuck what was happening here? There's no way that I was drunk enough to perv on my own preteen son this way, but here I was. I had lost track of our conversation and asked him to repeat his question. "I was just wondering if you had every done anything with another guy," he asked. I was shocked but probably shouldn't have been. It's a natural question. I said that when I was in high school and college, I had some fun with other guys. It was true, I just neglected to mention that I had never stopped having fun from time to time. I answered some more questions regarding gay sex before I saw him grab his cock and adjust it. My eyes must have bulged as he did so, because he apologized and said he noticed that I wasn't even hard during our talk. I felt my whole face turn red as I told my son that, in fact, I was very hard and had been for a while. He got a puzzled look as he checked my lap and said it didn't look like I was. I stood up and pressed my shorts against my boner. You could barely make out the bulge made by the three-inch uncut length. My son sort of squinted and said he saw it, but it didn't sound very sincere. For some reason that kind of upset me, so I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, throwing them to the floor. My son gasped as I revealed my navy colored boxer briefs. There was an obvious wet spot where my cock had been dripping, and now the bulge that my thin, short dick made was clearly visible. Unexpectedly, some of my long, curly pubes were also clearly visible, as they poked out of my waistband. My son seemed more interested in the stray hair than my meager bulge. I invited him to touch anything he wanted, and he just kind of shrugged. I asked if I could see him out of his shorts with his boner, and he nodded. My son stood up and dropped his black basketball shorts to the floor. I was shocked. First because he wasn't wearing anything under them, so his smooth, hairless penis and deeply wrinkled scrotum were instantly on display, and secondly, because both looked like they belonged on a man ten years older. He was only twelve, but my son's penis stood directly out from his smooth, hairless crotch. It was at least six inches long, and looked as thick as a wrist, from root to tip. My jaw hit the floor as I puzzled over how the boy was able to hide that monster. Then it hit me that he hadn't even hit puberty yet, and that it would only get bigger as he got older. His balls, which clung tightly under the impressive shaft, were the size of large chestnuts in their shell, and the sac was wrinkled in a strangely attractive pattern of horizontal lines. I felt myself starting to drool as I noticed my son's trim belly already had shallow cum gutters making his still-smooth cock look even more inviting. It felt like I stared at it for a full minute before he pushed against the top of at the base, making it wave up and down. I decided to cross the line as well and pushed my boxer briefs down, and my dripping cock jumped forth, a train of dick snot hanging from its mouth. My son made a weird face at my crotch as I exposed it to him, clearly not as impressed with mine as I was with his. My cock was just over three inches long, and as thin as my thumb. It looked a little knobby in placed for some reason. My balls and most of my crotch was hidden behind my full curly bush of dark hair, and my son seemed more interested in that than my genitals. Timmy was asking me about growing hair on his "junk" in his pits, and on his arms and legs. I reminded him that his back, butt, and face, would eventually sprout hair, too. He was gently playing with my pubes, twisting them through his fingers while my tiny dick jumped and dripped next to his small hand. I was watching intently before I asked if I could play with his cock. He shrugged and let go of my pubic hair, standing up and exposing his big, red erection to me again. His foreskin went all the way over his head, and it was still perfectly hidden from view. I jerked myself off as I got on one knee in front of my hung preteen son. I let go of myself to take him at the base of his huge member with one hand, and gently rolled back his ample foreskin with the other. The smell of his sex slowly revealed itself as his moist, almost-purple glans was revealed. I sighed as I saw just how big it was. His cockhead seemed too big, especially for a kid who hasn't hit puberty yet. I worked his shaft over, moving my hand gently over his soft skin. His public mound, balls, legs, ass, and tummy were all so soft and smooth. I couldn't believe what I was doing as I took his uncut cockhead into my warm, wet mouth. It wasn't long before I was encouraging my son to fuck my mouth, each thrust pushing his huge cock deeper down my throat. When he triggered my gag reflex I suppressed it the best I could, my eyes watering as my young son found a nice rhythm using my neck for his own pleasure. When his dry cum hit, he locked up and held himself as deep in my mouth as he could get. He was sighing and panting and sweating as I sucked his very soul out of his prepubescent cock. When we finally came down, we got dressed and he went back to his room. I made sure to tell him that had to be our secret, and he agreed. We didn't talk about that again for weeks, until we found ourselves alone at home together again. It was now August, and even hotter outside. I was lounging around half-watching Return of the Jedi when Timmy came out of his room and joined me on the couch. I moved to make room for him, and he started asking me about gay sex. My cock sprung to attention immediately, thinking he was going to ask me for another blow job, and I was more than willing. Instead, though, he was asking if I had even been fucked. I told him I had, but that it was years ago. He asked if we had any of the "loop" that I had talked about so that butt sex wouldn't hurt. I chuckled and corrected him, telling my son that it was short for `lubricant' or `lubrication.' He shrugged me off and kept pressing forward, and I realized that he was asking about him and I having sex. I started trying to dissuade the topic, but before long he just blurted out his real desire: "Dad, can I try fucking you?" We stood still, looking at each other. The room seemed silent around us. I blinked a few times and asked if he was serious. He blushed again and looked away. He said never mind and it looked like he was going to get up and leave. I calmed him down and got him to stay. I tried to explain why it would be wrong, but the whole time, my cock was rock-hard. The next thing I knew, I had douched myself and was putting a gay porno on the TV in my room, my preteen son laying back stroking his giant, hairless dong. While my son lay there, I positioned myself over him, sniffing poppers and getting ready to take my biggest dick to date. He asked what I was smelling, and I told him to take a small hit the way I did, closing the other nostril. He took a short sniff and said wow. I could feel his cock get a little more pliable as the drug worked its magic, and I was rubbing his bloated, dark red cock head against my waiting, puckered hole. I moaned loudly as his cockhead slid into my ring. Just as I registered his cock sliding past my entrance, to my surprise, he forced another three inches in. I gasped and pulled up, and his cock slid out of me. I told him he needed to be gentle, and that a cock as big as his could really hurt me inside. He looked a little worried and asked if we should be doing this, if I could get hurt. In my head, a little voice shouted `of course we shouldn't be doing this!' Instead, though, I said, just be gentle at the start. We repositioned his cock against my hole and he slowly pushed just the head in again. As he entered me, I let out a low moan. I slowly slid more and more of him into me, and before I knew it, my son's monster cock was halfway up my ass. His head had rolled back, and he was kinda propped up on his elbows. I stayed where I was for a bit, getting used to his long, thick boyhood getting forced into my guts. I added some more lube to my hand and worked it over his still-exposed shaft before trying to work more of him into me. "Wow dad, it feels so good! I can't believe you're putting my weiner inside you!" I nearly choked when he said that, and finally got his last, impossibly thick inch into my anus. "There you go son, your huge dick is all the way inside me. Now I'm gonna bounce up and down on it, so we can both feel good, ok?" He nodded, biting his lower lip. His big green eyes were shiny and bright. As I pushed up and some of his cock slid out of me again, we both let out a small gasp. I pushed him back in, and he let out a low grunt. I repeated the maneuver a couple more times, and his grunts of pleasure got louder each time. That's when it happened. As I pushed his cock in to the root, he suddenly pushed against me, somehow getting me into my back, my kneed finding my shoulders. I'm not very fit, but not fat either, so it wasn't too hard to just grab my legs under the knees and push back against my rutting preteen son. He's suddenly got the strength of a grown man, and he's fucking me rough with his huge cock. Eight inches of thick uncut preteen bring forced back and forth over my prostate had me cumming with a shout within a minute. My son didn't stop fucking though, and his twelve-year-old hands held me tighter than they should be able to while he went into an absolute rut. It was a good five minutes of near tortute, getting fucked hard by his enormous cock before he finally let out a roar and got his shakes, as his dry cum hit. He collapsed on top of me, his bizarre strength now gone. We cuddled and I played with his tender little nipples while he dozed off. When he was soundly asleep I cleaned up the room and took care of the evidence of our fun. My mind was going a mile a minute wondering what could have caused my son to act the way he had, but also what was getting into me that I had allowed such nonsense to take place. _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Some of my other works: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/small-town-cousins/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/the-brothers-grimm/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/corbin/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/josh-at-the-gym/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/jessica-at-the-gym/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/two-church-fathers/ Thank you for reading, and be sure to donate to Nifty if you can!