I put the last of his boxes in the car, and slammed the door. I let out a sigh and tossed my son the keys. “Good luck,” I told him as we hugged. My wife and I held hands as he got in the car to leave for college. He was twenty years old and leaving home to start a new life.
“Thanks, dad,” he told me as he closed the driver’s side door to back out of the driveway. We stayed and watched until he was out of sight. We had faith that he would succeed in his studies and come back to us, but it was still hard to see him go. We had become so accustomed to having him around it was hard to imagine life without him. Especially for me.
I was pretty sure my wife and I were both recalling fond memories of our son, but I was certain my memories were more than a little different from hers. They had a good relationship, but the one I had with him was more uncommon. While her memories were likely taking place in the park and backyard, mine were taking place in his bedroom. My wife had no idea these events had occurred, but I was very fond of them, and looking forward to making more when he came home. My wife and I went inside, and I thought back to twelve years ago, when my son and I started making our memories.
I hadn't intended to do anything with him. In fact, up until that point, I had been a man who hated anything to do with homosexual relationships, and a proud supporter of death for anyone who touched children. I had thought children were innocent beings who had no concept of sexuality. Then, one day, I walked into my son’s room to tell him to shut off his computer. What I saw made my jaw hit the floor.
He was on the internet, watching videos of gay porn. He had his little child rod in his hand, and he clearly knew how to work it. I was stunned into silence. I stood there in his doorway, staring at him holding his penis while an older man fucked a teenage boy in the ass on his computer screen. I finally managed to get out the words to tell him to go to bed.
The sight of my eight year old son jerking off to fag porn disturbed me all night. Every time I did manage to get to sleep, my dreams were haunted by images of my boy sucking dick. That wasn't nearly as bad as what happened in the morning. I was awakened by ejaculation. I had a wet dream about my son sucking a dick, and not just any dick, it had been mine.
I was disgusted with myself. How could I even think of doing something like that to a child? Especially my own? I was a triple disgrace. Not only had I dreamt of perverting a child, but it was also my own child, and a boy. Gay, incest, and pedo, three things I always despised.
My mind was changed a few minutes later, though. After I had finished chastising myself, I went to wake the boy up. I opened his bedroom door and walked in. My son was in bed completely naked. It wasn’t the first time I had seen him naked, but it was the first time I had seen his tiny pecker after a night of dreaming about it.
I stood there breathing hard for a moment, and then closed the door behind me. My wife had already left for work, and wouldn’t be back for hours. I was going to indulge my fantasies, just this once. The boy was asleep, so he wouldn’t remember if I fondled his prepubescent shaft for a minute or two. Just to get it out of my system so the thoughts would go away.
That was what I was hoping for, at least. After a minute of stroking his little cock, he started to stir. He settled down, his eyes still closed, and I waited an agonizing thirty seconds. He appeared to still be asleep, so I took his dick in my mouth. I felt disgusted by myself. Had I been a lawyer, I’d be busy sending people to jail for what I was doing, but I just couldn’t stop myself.
I was enjoying this too much, this forbidden act I was perpetuating on my son. I reached for my own dick and found it was hard. I started slowly stroking myself, enjoying every second of this constant self-loathing. I wanted more of him. I wanted his seed in my mouth.
I kept sucking for almost fifteen minutes until he squirted. His young love juice didn’t have any taste or texture to it, and as I savored the flavor I was never meant to taste, the boy woke up. I swallowed more out of surprise than anything else. My son had no doubt noticed I had his dick in my mouth and my own in my hand. I thought he’d be furious.
Instead he smiled and asked me how I liked it. I just stared at him in disbelief for a moment, not sure at all what I was supposed to say. Obviously I had enjoyed it, but I didn’t know how to tell him that. I reminded him breakfast would be ready in a few minutes and ran out of the room. I was completely embarrassed by myself.
I immediately went downstairs and started making breakfast. The whole time I was cooking breakfast, I was hoping he wouldn’t mention his wakeup call and forget about it. I quickly made scrambled eggs and some toast. Then I went to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. It was bad enough I had found out my eight year old son was jerking off to gay porn, but now I had given him his first blowjob.
At least I was hoping it was his first. I wasn’t so sure what to think about him anymore, or anyone else his age for that matter. I filled the sink with cold water and plunged my whole face in as long as I was able to hold my breath. I then dried by face off and went back to the kitchen for breakfast. What I saw was another shock.
There was my son, sitting at the table completely naked, eating his eggs with one hand and rubbing his tiny dick with the other. My jaw returned to its place on the floor. He was deliberately making eating breakfast as sensual as possible. Children were supposed to be innocent, with no idea about anything regarding sexuality, but instead this kid, my own son, watched gay porn and was rubbing his cock while his father looked. Everything I knew about young boys was a lie.
He swallowed the piece of egg in his mouth and then licked his lip. “Do you like what you see, daddy?” he asked. His voice hadn’t developed any bass yet, so it was easy for him to sound like a girl. I just swallowed and sat down. What was this kid trying to do to me?
“It’s um… nice,” I told him. “So, you didn’t want to get dressed before coming down here?”
“I was thinking we could have some fun while mommy’s away,” he told me. I looked at him wide-eyed.
“What kind of fun were you thinking about having?” I asked him.
“Like what I see on the computer. What you saw me watching last night.” I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. My kid son wanted me to fuck him. He was actually asking to have sex with me.
“Well, ummm… You know that kind of stuff isn’t normal. Adults don’t do that kind of stuff with children. Men aren’t supposed to do it with each other, either.”
“But you sucked my dick this morning while I was sleeping,” he told me. I had to admit he was right, and there was no talking myself out of it. He started pouting. He was giving me the puppy dog eyes he knew I couldn’t resist. Everything about this was wrong. Kids didn’t know about sex at all, and they certainly didn’t ask for it; men didn’t have se with men either.
Yet here I was, being asked for sex by a boy child who definitely knew about it. “Please, daddy? Mommy won’t be home for hours. We have all day to play together.” This kid thought sex was playing? Or was he just trying to throw me for a loop.
I couldn’t be sure about his innocence anymore. He stood up out of his chair and walked over to me. He climbed into my lap and looked me right in the eyes as he began rubbing his dick against my stomach. He was definitely messing with me. My will to resist was beginning to wane, too.
He climbed off of my lap and pulled off my pants. I actually let him do it. He looked a little surprised to see that my cock was much bigger than his, and hairier. When he took it in his mouth it was clear he had practiced his technique. He wasn’t as good as his mother was, but he knew at least to use his tongue. It felt good when he started bobbing his head.
I couldn’t resist anymore. I picked him up and carried him to his bedroom. I put the boy on his bed and tore my clothes off. When I looked at him, he was smiling the biggest smile I ever saw. We’d see if he was still smiling when I was finished with him.
I told him to bend over and wait on his hands and knees. I went to my own room and grabbed a bottle of lotion from the nightstand. When I got back he was waiting on his hands and knees, with his ass in the air. The boy desperately wanted his father’s cock in his ass. I decided to give it to him.
I rubbed the lotion on my dick, and made sure to put plenty of it on his ass. I pushed a finger into his tight little hole. I moved it in and out as he moaned softly. After thirty seconds, I put in a second finger. I put moved my fingers around and apart.
His moans got louder, and my dick started throbbing. I could no longer hold myself back. I pulled out my fingers and mounted the boy. I pushed my cock into his young little ass and moved my hips slowly. His moans got louder still as I moved my hips more and more. I slowly picked up the speed.
I moved my hips until I was slamming my son’s young ass as hard as I could. He was screaming with pleasure. I grabbed his hair and pulled back on it as I continued slamming his tight ass. It was the tightest hole I had ever been in, and I was enjoying it. He was clearly enjoying it, too.
His ass tightened up as he squirted his load onto his bed. I was more experienced in sex and was able to hold on longer. I pulled out of his ass and rolled him onto his back. I picked up his hips and slid back in, continuing to fuck the boy. I watched his eyes closed, I watched his head tilt back.
My son was enjoying having his daddy’s cock pound his ass, just as much as I was enjoying fucking my little boy. I slammed as fast and as hard as I could until I wasn’t able to hold it any longer. As I shot my load into my son’s young ass I experienced a moment of pure bliss. I collapsed on top of him and tried to catch my breath. I didn’t pull out until my dick softened and fell out on its own.
Then the boy kissed me. He actually kissed me, his father. I let him do it. My son and I shared a passionate kiss after sex. I wish it had ended there.
Since we had just gotten dirty, we needed to shower off, and we did it together. I should have known that wasn’t a good idea, but I went with it anyway. It started off fine enough, we both soaped up and rinsed off. We did that twice. After I finished rinsing off my junk, it started stiffening again. That’s when my son thought it would be appropriate to resume the blowjob he started in the kitchen.
I just stood there, with the shower pounding on my back, and my son’s tongue working my shaft. I should have stopped him. There was nothing that could have been right about any aspect of this, but I didn’t want to. He kept sucking away.
I was actually loving every second of this. My son’s lips went up to the tip and then about half way down my shaft. The tip touched against his throat. After several minutes I came in his mouth. He gagged a little before swallowing.
I couldn’t believe this. The boy swallowed his daddy’s cum, and he seemed to actually like it. His mother never swallowed, but he did. I didn’t want to do anything else to him, but I knew he’d seduce me again. Actually, I was hoping he would.
I turned off the shower and stepped out of it. I didn’t say a word to him, I just started to dry myself off. I noticed my son standing in the shower watching as I rubbed my towel quickly over my skin. I looked around for a towel to throw to him, but instead I noticed that there was only one in the room. I decided to run it through my hair a few times and then throw it to the boy.
It landed to cover his face. While he was fighting to get it off so he could use it, I walked out of the room. I didn’t want to think about what he was doing in there. I just wanted the day to be done so we could both go to sleep. I hadn’t asked for any of this to be happening.
I locked the door to my bedroom, threw on a robe, and just sat on my bed. I had always been strongly anti-gay, and had been disgusted with any form of incest. Surely anyone who would touch a child in any way was sick in the head. So, what did that make me? I had just had sex with my own son.
No matter how anyone tried to defend it, I had done something terrible. I let my head sink into my hands. Something had been terribly wrong with me that morning. I tried to rationalize it somehow, but nothing I tried to tell myself made any sense. What could possibly justify this?
It had started when I saw my son watching gay porn on his computer. That’s how it started. Then I somehow ended up fucking him in his ass, and after that he gave me a mind-blowing blow job in the shower. Where had he learned to suck like that? Children weren’t supposed to know how to do those things.
Surely that was true. I never told my son about sex. I made it a point to never even say the word in the house. Not when he was home anyway. I was reasonably certain my wife hadn’t told him about it, either.
Anyone who was a decent person kept such knowledge away from children until they turned sixteen. That was at the earliest. I had planned to postpone that talk until he was twenty. Clearly someone had not only taught him about sex, but had taught him about sex with other men. I didn’t know who it had been, and I didn’t know how I’d go about finding them.
In any case, I had to find some way to quell the lust I was experiencing for my own son. It seemed that every time I closed my eyes all I could see was his small, naked body. I didn’t want to see it, and I didn’t enjoy seeing it. All I knew was I was turned on by my boy. I wanted to swallow his semen and fuck his ass.
It made my skin crawl and my dick hard. What was I turning into? What kind of father was I? This was driving me mad. Was there any way I would be able to be around my son without having sex with him?
That was when I started hearing the deep moaning of a man involved in gay sex. My son was watching two guys fucking, and he had the volume turned up where I could hear it. My son was hornier than I was. Was everything I knew about kids wrong? Or was this one somehow different?
Surely he hadn’t found this on his own, right? The more I thought about it, the more questions I came up with, and I was no closer to an answer. I could only sit there, listening to the sounds of homosexual fucking. As I listened to the sounds coming from my son’s room, I could only imagine him jerking off, the way he had been when I caught him. I threw a pillow against the door.
I wasn’t angry with him. I should have been, but I wasn’t. I should be bursting through his door demanding he turn off the pornography. I should be grounding him from use of the computer. All I wanted to do was suck his dick.
I had thrown the pillow in frustration. How could I call myself a father if I wanted to have sex with my kid? There was only one thing I could think of. I had to find help from somewhere. The only question was where could I turn?
What would happen if I typed in “I want to fuck my eight year old son” into the search bar of Google? I had to chuckle as I imagined a S.W.A.T. team breaking in my door minutes after I hit Enter on that search. As utterly ridiculous as that thought was, I didn’t think the idea of an internet search would be more helpful. In the end, I made my decision. I stood up, opened my door, and made my way to my son’s room.
As I had expected, he was naked, watching gay porn, with his dick in his hand. He didn’t see me come into his room, and kept jerking himself as he watched the video. The little horn dog was watching a white guy getting fucked by a black guy. I never had any problem with interracial relationships, but I sometimes wondered how white girls could handle a black guy. Now I had a new question to ponder.
“Hey, we need to talk,” I said, making my presence known. He turned in his chair, his little dick still in his hand. He smiled at me. I sighed and sat down on his bed. He turned down the volume down, but let the video keep playing.
“You know you can’t tell anyone about what we’ve done, right?” I asked him.
“Yeah, I know,” he said.
“Not even your mother,” I told him.
“I get it, dad. I can’t tell anyone anything, for any reason,” he said. He really was a smart kid. Smarter than I had ever given him credit for. I sighed and leaned back, not quite falling over. I didn’t know what else to say to him.
“So, how long have you been looking at this stuff?” I finally asked him, just to break the silence. He thought about it for a moment.
“About two years,” he finally answered. Two years prior, he’d have been six years old. That completely blew my mind.
“How did you find it?”
“I heard some kids talking about sex at school. I didn’t want to ask you about it, so I looked it up on Google. That’s when I first found out about it.”
“But if you just type in the word sex, you get images of men and women.”
“Well, I heard a group of kids making fun of someone for being gay. I didn’t understand it, so when I got home, I looked that up, too. While I was looking through the results I found the term gay sex, so I searched for that. I found it, and I liked it, so I started watching it.” I wanted to scream that he should have asked me before asking the internet.
Instead, I just fell back onto the bed and covered my face with my hands. I couldn’t believe that kids not only knew about sex, but knew enough to talk about it. They knew the difference between gay and straight. Was there anything I knew about children that wasn’t a lie? I wasn’t so sure anything I knew was the truth anymore.
As I lay on my son’s bed, I felt my robe open. My son had started stroking my cock as I was laying there. I didn’t stop him, I wasn’t sure I wanted to fight anymore. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore. I just let him stroke it.
He stroked my dick for almost a minute, and then started brushing his lips against it. His warm lips felt good on my hard dick. Then he took the tip into his mouth. He moved the tip of his tongue against the head of my dick. I couldn’t help but moan softly.
He took the tip out of his mouth, and started licking the shaft up and down. He had obviously been studying how to do this. His lips brushed against the bottom as he fingers lightly brushed the top. I moaned louder as he worked the shaft of my cock. I had to admit he was very good at this.
Then he started taking my dick into his mouth. He bobbed his little head up and down, taking as much as he could. I could feel the tip bump against his throat. Even his mother didn’t do that, and it felt great. Any hesitation that may have remained was gone at this point, I was enjoying having my dick sucked by my son.
As he sucked my dick, he stroked what didn’t fit in his mouth. He was driving me crazy, and I wasn’t sure how much more I’d be able to take. I put my hands on his head, grabbing his hair as he sucked my dick. He picked up speed as he bobbed his head. He was clearly enjoying this as much as I was.
Then he pushed his head off my dick, and climbed on top of me. He straddled my waist and positioned my dick to his young ass. He slammed my dick up his ass and started bouncing away. I was moaning at how good his ass felt, just as he was moaning as he bounced on my dick. It felt absolutely amazing to be doing this.
I grabbed his waist as he bounced, and started thrusting my hips in time with his bouncing. I leaned my head back, closing my eyes. His hands were on my chest, and he was gasping for breath. His tight ass was clenching on my dick as he moved faster and faster. I heard his breathing get faster and faster, and knew that meant he was about to cum.
Not long after that, I felt his warm cum shoot over my stomach. I was still able to hold back, and I kept ramming into the young boy. He seemed too exhausted to keep going, so I put him on the bed, with his face in the blanket and his ass in the air. I rammed my cock back into my son’s ass. I grabbed his hair as I fucked him.
He screamed with pleasure, arching his back as I thrust in and out of him. I knew that like this, it wasn't going to be much longer. I didn't mind it, either. I was starting to enjoy this depraved activity with my son. Then I shot my load into his young ass.
We both fell onto the bed, exhausted. During the last few minutes, I had come to accept that I loved this. He understood what he was doing, and he was good at it. I had made sure he knew that no one could ever know what we were doing. For the next twelve years, this was how father and son would bond.
