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He’d told his son it would hurt. But ever since he’d had a heart-to-heart with the boy about the naked pictures he’d found of himself on the kid’s phone, his son kept begging to be fucked. What’s a dad to do?
One of Ben’s formative memories was waking up in the middle of the night and wandering into the den, where he caught his dad doing something Ben wasn’t quite old enough to understand. His father froze when he first saw his son standing there, but then slowly continued what he’d been doing. Eyes locked the entire time, neither said a word as his dad brought himself to orgasm, after which his dad simply said, “Go back to bed Ben.”
Neither of them ever spoke about it afterward and it never happened again, but Ben never forgot the experience. Old enough now to understand what had happened, it has become one of his favorite memories of his dad. And when no one else is home, Ben liked to put on his dad’s bath robe, sit in his dad’s chair and imagine all the other ways that night could have gone.
Put your game on pause and smile for the camera boy, it’s daddy’s turn to play.
Ever since his mom had started volunteering down at the senior center, Saturday mornings had become his favorite part of the week. It’s not that he didn’t love his dad’s occasional nighttime visits to his room but nothing could compare to getting fucked by his father in his parents’ bed.
As the years went by, their relationship had changed. His father, older and wiser, had always said it would. As a boy, he couldn’t imagine how it could. Nothing could be more perfect. The man he most loved in the entire world came into his room nearly every night and fucked him. There was no reason they couldn’t make it last forever.
No longer the teenage kid he was then, he now understood. Time changes many things and the fantasy he once had of making a life with his dad was one of those things. In retrospect, there was no way it could have worked. He had his own life to live and his own ambitions to achieve.
His father was always nothing less than completely supportive even as the distance between them grew. Years after leaving home and his naive dream of staying in his father’s bed the rest of their lives, he was living his current dream. A successful professional in the city, married to a beautiful woman with his second child on the way.
But time doesn’t change everything. He still made sure to visit home at least once every other month or so. Older now, his father was still the man he loved most in the entire world and he looked forward to every minute they could spend together.
This particular visit was much like all the others. As he felt that familiar cock sliding into him, he became that teenage boy again. Lost in the delirium of his father’s cock sliding in and out of his well-loved hole, his thoughts inevitably found their way back to the past, to when he once dreamed that they could make this last forever. As he approached climax, reality slipped away as it always did and he allowed himself to once again dream, if only for a moment, that it still might be possible.
His kid brother, Alex, was a little bigger now than when they had first started. Thankfully, as they’d grown up, Alex had never shown any interest in having him play with that little dickie of his. He probably would have if Alex had truly begged but he honestly had no interest in it. It was Alex’s tight, little hole that he was interested in and it seemed that’s all Alex was focused on as well.