Category: Incest (Page 3 of 47)

The Son Also Rises – Part six
by
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Ryan showered, shaved, dressed in sweatpants and a shirt, made his bed, checked online, ignored the memory card and basically tried to do anything he could to keep from leaving his room. Eventually he realized he was being silly. He’d just have to deal with the situation. Besides, he was hungry.

Lucas wasn’t in the living room. He wasn’t in the kitchen either. Ryan got coffee from the machine, but it had gone cold, so he put it in the microwave while he grabbed a yogurt from the fridge. Lucas still hadn’t appeared. Ryan wanted to check in with him. Things had gone way too far. He knew that. He didn’t know if it was even possible to go back to how it had been before, but he was determined to try.

He soon learned that was going to be more difficult than he’d imagined. He found Lucas in his room. He was on his bed with his laptop. He was lying on his stomach with his head at the foot of the bed, meaning his naked ass greeted Ryan when he came to the doorway.

Lucas was at least wearing a t-shirt, but it was bunched up around his waist. Ryan could even see a hint of his son’s delicious little balls. Ryan thought going back to normal might be a lot easier he didn’t think of his son’s balls as being delicious.

Ryan cleared his throat. Lucas turned and smiled. “Hi, Dad. I got dressed.”

“I was sort of hoping you’d be covered up a bit more,” Ryan said dryly.

“It’s long though,” Lucas said, turning to his back. His little penis was soft. It looked delicious. Dammit. Lucas pushed the hem down, and Ryan saw that his son had apparently taken a shirt out of his closet. It was a birthday present Lucas had gotten him a couple of years ago. It said ‘World’s Best Dad’.

Ryan sighed. “Well, there’s the world’s biggest mixed message,” he said.

“I just wanted you to know I love you,” Lucas said. “We don’t have to do stuff if you don’t want. It’s okay,” he said. Of course, lying there on his back, propped up on his elbows with his little penis dangling between his legs, it made Ryan suspicious of his son’s sincerity.

“Just put some shorts on, Lucas,” Ryan said. “Please. For me.”

“I thought you liked looking at me,” he said pulling back his feet and spreading his legs. Lucas grinned, his eyes fixing lower, and Ryan looked down, finally becoming aware that he’d grown hard again. “You do,” Lucas smiled brightly as Ryan reached into his sweatpants and arranged his dick so that it was up under the waistband of his briefs.

“That doesn’t change anything,” Ryan said, his eyes dragged inexorably between Lucas’ legs as the boy’s pubescent cock began to lift and lengthen, finally flipping up and over to point at the his chin. Four inches of perfection. Ryan wondered how it would feel and taste in his mouth. “Shorts,” he said, then turned and left.

Ryan went to the living room after grabbing his laptop. Youtube videos. The Voice Kids. Russian boy gymnasts. Boys dancing ballet in tights. Boys swimming and diving. It seemed Youtube knew him better than he knew himself.

Instagram. Pictures of his beautiful son, and comments from people who were either blatant or subtle about their sexual attraction to him.

Television. Medical drama. Shirtless twelve-year-old boy on a gurney. Shirtless kids on a beach selling sun screen. Big sale at Target; all boys clothes half off. Ryan decided to go work out. He put his shirt on the washing machine and started with stretches. When he was limber he hit the weights. Pushing himself hard, hoping the endorphins would cancel out the lust. Hot in the garage. Just a floor fan. Took off the soaked sweatpants. Went back to the weights. Working too hard to think.

Exhausted, he lay panting on the weight bench, arms crossed over his face. Led Zeppelin on Spotify. Stairway to Heaven. Your head is humming and it won’t go, in case you don’t know. The piper’s calling you to join him.

“You’re all sweaty,” Lucas said softly.

Ryan opened his eyes and moved his arms to his chest. Lucas stood between his knees at the end of the bench. His hands were clasped behind his back and he was chewing his lip as his eyes roamed over the sculpted planes of his dad’s toned body, coming back again and again to his sweat-soaked white boxer-briefs, damp and transparent, showing the length of his cock as it stretched down the right leg. Ryan saw all this, then dropped his head back to the bench, too tired to fight. At least Lucas was wearing shorts, if you could count tiny yellow briefs that were cut so low that his obvious erection had slid to the side to gain enough room to grow.

When Ryan didn’t answer, Lucas said, “Dad?”

“Yeah, Lucas,” Ryan said tiredly.

“I know you said you don’t wanna do stuff with me. Because you love me and it’s wrong, right?”

“Right.”

“Only,” Lucas paused, “only because I’ve been reading some stuff? There’s a whole lot of stories about boys who stuff with their dads.”

“Those are just stories, Lucas.”

“But… then why are there so many of them? I mean… doesn’t it mean that even if dads aren’t doing stuff with their sons that they want to do stuff?”

“I don’t know, Lucas. The world is fucked up I guess.”

After a pause, Lucas said, “You said the F word.”

“Sorry,” Ryan said.

There was movement, Lucas walking away, and Ryan hoped he was leaving him alone. He needed time to process. Lucas didn’t leave though.

“You’re all sweaty,” Lucas said. “Here,” he said, and Ryan looked down when he felt a towel on his right calf.

Lucas wiped down his calf, his fingers sliding over the muscles through the towel.

“You don’t…” Ryan began. “Just… don’t bother, Lucas. I’ll just take another shower.”

“You could drip all the way there,” Lucas said, coming to his side and sliding the towel over his shoulder.

Ryan once again knew he should say something. Put a stop to this. If they were going to get back to normal then he had to stop letting Lucas this close. As Lucas ran the towel over his chest, his arms and neck and armpits, Ryan said nothing. He thought about the money he was losing from the lockdown. About the savings he was burning up. Lucas dried his stomach. He could feel the towel brushing lower, but Lucas’ hand wasn’t behind it. Rent was due soon. Another withdrawal. Lucas dried his right thigh. Those unemployment checks had better start rolling. Left thigh.

“Dad?”

Did he pay the car insurance? “Yeah, Lucas?”

“Your… your underwear. It’s all wet.”

“That’s okay,” Ryan murmured. Yeah, he’d paid the car insurance. He remembered now.

“I put your other clothes in the washing machine for later,” Lucas said softly.

“That’s good, Lucas,” Ryan murmured. It was the car payment. That’s what he’d been thinking about. It was due in a couple of days.

“I can put these in the wash, too,” Lucas said. “Is that okay?”

There was something. “Okay, Lucas.” Distracted. Right, the car payment. He shouldn’t have gotten the V8. Who needed that much power on city streets?

Lucas hooked his fingers into the sides of his dad’s soaked boxers, and began to peel them down. Ryan felt the cool air on his sweaty body. Felt his cock, free of the shorts, slide further down between his legs.

“I’ll just dry the rest,” Lucas said, his voice hushed.

Ryan felt the towel as it was rubbed over his bare left hip. Lucas was kneeling at the base of the bench. Right hip. He could hear Lucas breathing. A toweled hand gently lifted his balls, patted them dry. Ryan’s cock began to grow. He forgot about the car payment. How could he think about the car payment? The towel rubbed at his pubic hair, left side, then right. Then the small hand was sliding underneath, lifting him as he rubbed the towel around. His cock was fully erect. Achingly hard.

Ryan felt warm breath on his balls. Heard Lucas inhaling. There was a hand on either hip, and Lucas was bent over, his nose close, and closer, until it was in amid his pubic hair. Sniffing. His downy cheek against the side of his dad’s cock.

“You smell so good,” Lucas said softly. He rubbed his cheek against his dad’s cock, nose buried. Up and down, stroking it with his cheek. Sliding higher now. Just his cheek touching, hands still on his hips. Lucas’ cheek slid up to the swollen head of his father’s cock. Rubbing. His breath thready and rapid. His head slowly began to turn.

Ryan was looking now. Watching as Lucas caressed his cock with his cheek. He was going to stop this. He was. In just a minute. He watched as the rubbing cheek turned… turned, until just the corner of Lucas’ mouth was sliding against his cock. Just the corner. His son’s breathing fast, his hands clutching his hips now.

Turning. Perhaps a third, the left third, of those pink, kissable kips, rubbing against his swollen cock. Up, down. Up, down. His boy’s lips were parted, an almost drugged look on his sweet face. His eyes were closed. Panting. Then the center of Lucas’ lips were on his shaft. The center, where his upper lip curved upward in a way that took his face from being beautiful and angelic to something sensual.

Lucas’ left hand left Ryan’s hip and slid slowly inward. It turned and slid underneath his shaft, then gently curled around it. Lucas’ head continued to move up and down, his lips were spreading wider, and then his tongue snuck out and began to slide up and down with his movements. Up and down, licking, tasting.

Lucas moved down, still licking, leaving a trail of wet heat to the base of Ryan’s cock. Then Lucas was sliding his tongue through his pubic bush, soft moans escaping him. Down further. The right hand now came into play, sneaking between his father’s legs and lifting his large nuts. Lucas began to gently bathe them with his tongue. His left hand gripped his cock firmly. Ryan’s balls began to contract. Lucas lifted them, then tried to get his face lower and deeper. Ryan felt his hot little tongue lapping at his taint, but he could reach no further.

Another wet, hungry trip up along Ryan’s cock, licking and now kissing as well, his wet lips parting wide, pressing his mouth to the thick shaft, higher and higher, the base held firmly in Lucas’ left hand. A pause near the top. Then, as before, his little tongue slid up across his frenulum, continuing upward until it slid over his pisshole. Lucas was up on his knees now, bending over as he once again pressed his lips to the top of his father’s swollen glans in a wet kiss. His lips spread. His tongue lapped. He sucked, just a tiny bit.

Then it happened. Ryan watched as his preteen son’s mouth spread wide, wider, and he began to slide his lips downward. Ryan felt the head of his cock sliding against his son’s tongue. Then the roof of his mouth. Lucas’ lips slipped over the edge of his glans. He was breathing rapidly through his nose, his nostrils flaring with each breath. His tongue swirled, and then he was pressing down, wanting more of his father’s cock in his mouth.

Another inch. Two. Three. Ryan’s long, thick cock disappearing into his son’s mouth. Lucas got maybe another half inch, over four in total, before he gagged and slid back. Knowing his limit, he began to do what he’d apparently been reading about for some time. His lips slid upward until they hit the ridge of his cockhead. His tongue made another appearance, twirling and swirling. Then gentle suction and he moved back down. Up. Down. Establishing a rhythm.

Suddenly their eyes met, and Lucas stilled. He backed off. The last of Ryan’s cock left his mouth. Lucas looked down at it. Kissed it again, his eyes locked with his father’s. His tongue swirled and lapped and then he pulled back again.

“I’m sucking your cock, Daddy,” Lucas said.

Ryan could only nod. “I can see,” he said in a husky voice.

“I always wanted to suck a cock,” the boy said. He slid his tongue over Ryan’s bloated glans again. Another look. “Am I doing it good?”

“You’re perfect,” Ryan breathed.

Lucas bit his lip, grinning. He took the head back into his mouth, sucking hungrily. Then he backed off with a wet pop. “I love your cock, Dad.” The boy swallowed and pressed on. “I love sucking it.” Another lick. A kiss. “Thanks for letting me, Dad. Suck your cock I mean. I really wanted to bad.” He grinned. “I’m a cocksucker now.”

“You are,” Ryan choked.

“I’m your cocksucker, Daddy,” he said with his seductive voice. “Your little gay boy cocksucker.”

“My beautiful little gay boy,” Ryan agreed.

“Your cocksucker,” Lucas insisted. Ryan wondered what kind of shit he’d been reading, but Lucas was obviously turned on and needed this somehow.

“You’re my sexy little cocksucker,” Ryan said. Then he reached out and ran his fingers through his boy’s short blond hair. Reaching. He found the back of his head and pulled. “Suck my cock.”

Lucas sighed with pleasure and sank his mouth back around his father’s cock, sucking wetly, hungrily, his hand stroking now, head bobbing, taking as much as he could and speeding faster. Ryan began to moan and move his hips.

Lucas backed off again. “I want you to cum in my mouth,” Lucas said desperately. “Shoot it into me. Into my cocksucking mouth,” he panted before swallowing his dad’s cock again. Ryan couldn’t believe these things were coming out of his twelve-year-old son’s mouth. Of course, he could hardly believe what was going into it either.

Low hungry moans from Lucas as he bobbed his head up and down on his father’s cock, taking close to four inches each time. He didn’t stop to swirl his tongue around the head, just sped as fast as he comfortably could. Perhaps a bit more, as there was the occasional, quick gagging sound. Mostly it was just the wet, voracious sounds of sucking while Lucas’ right hand jacked hard and fast at the base.

Ryan was lost. Doomed in fact. All his good intentions, albeit after the fact, were out the window. Apparently you couldn’t put the genie back in the bottle. He was watching his son’s blond head bobbing, his lips stretched wide around his thick, seven-inch prick. The boy was a novice of course, but he’d apparently picked up tips online, as he had at least some idea of what he was doing. The rest he was learning quickly.

His boy was giving him a blowjob. Ryan knew it was wrong. There wasn’t even a question about that. The problem was that he was weak. It was too much to fight against. His willowy, young, gay, ballet dancing son, who he’d watched grow from an infant into this cock-starved little boy, was hungrily swallowing his dad’s dick. And loving it. Ryan had never been so turned on in his entire life. Not with his wife or other girlfriends. Not with Scott, his dirty secret. This was what he wanted. His child. His smooth body, his alluring little penis, and his hot, eager, cocksucking mouth.

“Gonna cum,” Ryan gasped. Lucas whined and worked even harder. “Get ready,” Ryan said, his voice strained. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… eat it. Eat my cum!”

With a grunt and a shudder, Ryan exploded. The first blast of hot cum obviously surprised Lucas, who gagged and backed off his dad’s cock, taking the second right across the face, from cheek to forehead. He got his lips back around his father’s swollen cockhead for the third, and fourth, and fifth, and then he made a gurgling sound and backed off again, cum spilling from his slightly opened mouth and down the sides of the thick dick. He swallowed loudly, and then a sixth blast squirted directly into Lucas’ mouth as he was inhaling Ryan’s cock again, taking a few bubbling final surges that oozed out.

Lucas continued to suck and lick, getting every last drop of his father’s thick seed. Then he began to greedily lick up all that had escaped and flowed down his shaft and over Lucas’ hand. Finally, when every last trace of his dad’s hot cream was gone, Lucas looked up to find his father staring at him.

The little blond gay boy smiled proudly. “I did it,” he said, bending down to swipe his tongue again over his dad’s piss slit. Just in case. “I finally sucked a cock. Your cock, Daddy.” He bit his lip, but not in indecision, but rather in a coquettish way, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Staring in his father’s eyes, he swiped his tongue up over his fat knob again, slow and deliberate. He sucked it into his mouth, then released it with a wet smack of his lips. He grinned again. “I never knew cocks could be so delicious, Daddy. Mmmm, and your hot cum.” He swiped his tongue again. “I want more of your cum, Daddy.” Ryan’s cock was already wilting though.

Ryan sat up, his legs straddling the bench, and Lucas rose eagerly to his feet. Apparently, Lucas has shucked his shorts at some point, and Ryan found himself staring hungrily at his son’s stiff little penis. So pretty. “Sit, Lucas,” he said.

Lucas eagerly climbed into his dad’s lap, wrapping his coltish legs around his waist. Ryan had to pull him closer to support him, and he slid his arms around his back to hold him. Lucas put his hands on his dad’s shoulders and stared at him with anticipation.

“I love you, Daddy,” Lucas said.

Ryan winced a bit at the word. He had to admit it excited him in a way, but he didn’t think it was a healthy thing, not for him and not for Lucas. “Lucas,” he began, then paused. He ordered his thoughts, took a breath, and continued. “So… I guess things aren’t going back to normal.”

Lucas grinned.

“But… ground rules.”

“What kind of rules?”

“Well, first, the daddy thing.”

“What about it, Daddy?” Lucas said flirtily.

“Just that,” Ryan said. “It… doesn’t sound right.”

“You don’t like it?”

“Well, okay, yes, part of me does, I guess. But I feel bad about liking it, if you understand me, so I’d rather you not use it, okay?”

Lucas bit his lip, and this time uncertainly. “It makes me feel sexy,” he said softly. “Like when you called me your cocksucker. It makes me so horny.”

“I get that, Lucas. I do. I just think… I love you, Lucas. In spite of all of… this. You have to know it’s wrong. I know it’s wrong. I just can’t help myself.”

“I can’t help myself either,” Lucas said. “I tried not to think about it. About your big cock, and your muscles. Every time I’d try not to though, all I could think about was it. Touching it… sucking it. I am a cocksucker, so why can’t you call me one. Your cocksucker.”

“Because… well, I don’t know how it’s been for you, but when I was growing up, that’s something you said to insult people. It’s a mean thing to say to someone. I never want to be mean to you or make you feel bad.”

Lucas shrugged. “I don’t see why it’s a insult. I loved sucking your cock. I want to suck it every day. I want to suck it all day long. So that makes me a cocksucker. Plus, it’s kinda like talking dirty, and it makes me horny when we talk dirty. Like when I drank all your hot cum,” he said breathily, leaning forward and swiping his tongue over Ryan’s lips. Again. “Mmmm, kiss me, Daddy,” he breathed.

Ryan couldn’t help it. He kissed him. Lucas immediately began to moan, wrapping his arms around Ryan’s neck, his tongue eagerly fighting his dad’s, swirling and darting. Lucas began to thrust his slender hips, driving his little nail against his father’s rock-hard abs. Speaking of rock-hard, Ryan’s cock began to grow again, lifting up off the bench, rising higher until it bumped into Lucas.

Sweet, panting moans, Lucas kissing his father passionately. Then he reached back and down, finding his father’s cock. He jacked it a couple of times as Ryan kissed his son just as hungrily, tearing down his walls and giving in to his lust.

Ryan didn’t notice that Lucas had lifted himself a bit until he felt the head of his cock smashed against flesh. The pressure built, and then Ryan realized what was happening. Lucas was trying to get his dad’s cock into his tiny asshole.

Ryan took Lucas by the hips, lifted him up and back enough for his cock to spring upward between them before returning him to where he’d been. “Not that,” Ryan said.

“I want it, Daddy,” he moaned longingly. “I want you to fuck me.” He hugged himself close, putting his mouth right at his father’s ear and whispered, “Fuck me with your big cock, Daddy.”

“No, Lucas,” Ryan said, extricating himself from his son’s embrace. “I’d hurt you.”

“I don’t care,” the boy said, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement and need.

“I care,” Ryan said. “Maybe someday, but not now. And enough with the daddy and cocksucker talk already. It makes me feel weird.”

“Sorry, Dadd-” and he stumbled on the Y and finished, “Dad.”

“Thanks.”

“Dad…” his voice dropped, “will you at least make me cum? I need to cum so bad.”

Ryan smiled. “I can do that,” he said softly, then he stood, his hands going to his son’s plump ass. Lucas’ eyes lit with excitement and he hugged himself to his dad as he was carried through the house and laid down on his dad’s bed.

Ryan laid down next to his son, on his right side. He put his hand on his boy’s chest, touching the silky flesh, then he leaned down and pressed his lips gently to Lucas’. His son opened his mouth eagerly, his left arm reaching up to hug Ryan’s neck, pulling him closer. Ryan slid his tongue into the boy’s hot mouth, his hand wandering down, over the twelve-year-old’s flat stomach, and lower.

Lucas gasped and trembled as Ryan found his boy’s cock. He slid a finger down his four-inch length, then gathered his little nuts in his hand. Ryan broke their fevered kiss and began to lick and suck his way down Lucas’ elegant neck. To his delicate collarbone, then lower, moving so that he was on all fours above the boy. Lucas whined and arched his back as Ryan’s tongue slid down over his little tit, his tongue flicking the pebbly little nipple, then lightly biting it. Then he did the other one before lifting up and looking down at his son. Lucas looked up at him with lust-heavy eyes, his mouth open, breathing in stuttering gasps.

Ryan grinned and gripped his boy’s left arm. He pushed it up over his head, exposing his smooth, creamy armpit. Then he descended, sliding a tongue over the salty flesh, loving the taste of his son.

“Ohhh, Dad,” Lucas sighed.

Ryan lifted himself again, grinned down at his boy who was looking up at him with half-slitted eyes. Ryan kissed him again, and Lucas whined into his mouth as he returned it, sucking at his tongue greedily, hugging his neck tightly.

Ryan had to put a little effort into freeing himself from his son’s ardent embrace, but he did, working himself backward on hands and knees, once again licking and kissing his way downward over his son’s perfect body. Lucas’ belly trembled as he slid his tongue down the center of it, dipping into his shallow little navel.

Then Ryan slid down lower and finally settled his body on the bed. He gripped his son’s slender hips from underneath his cocked legs, spread wide and trembling. Ryan stared at his son’s cock. It twitched there, rising up gloriously from the smooth, hairless base. Four pale, delicate inches of slim boycock. The tender little crown, normally a soft pink, was darker, swollen with excitement. As Ryan stared, the tiny pisshole flared as the little cock gave a jerk, but it released nothing. This close, Ryan could see the delicate blue veins under the surface, the wrinkled little sac now small and tight between silky thighs.

Ryan lowered his face, much as his son had, to the boy’s bald crotch. The lack of hair should have dulled the childish perfume that rose from it, but it didn’t. Ryan inhaled deeply, his son’s crotch a melange of sweat and wild, boyish musk. Ryan slid out his tongue and rasped it wetly over that flesh, his boy’s little boner twitching against his cheek. He felt a shudder go through him as the essence of his son burned on his tongue.

Ryan became aware that Lucas was saying something, over and over, muttering. “Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…” full of need and desire. Ryan lifted his son’s balls with his tongue, feeling them shift and contract while Lucas gasped and trembled. His hips bucked, but Ryan’s firm grip kept them from going anywhere. He could feel the strength of the trembling though.

Lips parted, he gently sucked Lucas’ left nut into his mouth, tonguing the little orb before letting it drop wetly and taking in the other. Such delicate little things, barely able to churn up his baby cum. Spreading his mouth wider, he sucked in the whole scrotum and Lucas gave a series of high pitched whining moans, almost sobs.

The vulgar taste of his son’s sex in his mouth, Ryan needed more. He let Lucas’ little nuts slide from his mouth and pulled back, looking down at him. His cock was actually quivering, giving little jerks, ticking. Tick, tick, tick.

Ryan slid his left hand down to Lucas’ right knee, pushing it flat against the mattress, his crotch gaping. Then he slid his right hand behind the boy’s left knee, and raised it, higher, and higher, until he was stretched out and turned with his crotch facing to Ryan’s left. Between his son’s wide-stretched legs, his tiny pink pucker stared at him.

Ryan turned onto his right side, and pulled his son’s left thigh down against his neck, grabbing a handful of his left asscheek. Beginning just under the spot where his child’s little scrotum grew, he slid his tongue. Then he slowly, firmly licked a hot, wet line to his little gay boy’s virgin asshole.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” Lucas panted, a mantra as he shivered.

Ryan pursed his lips, trying to surround the little rosebud, and he sucked. Then his tongue snaked out, flicking, tasting. More boyish musk, but nothing unpleasant. Ryan knew boys had a reputation for less than stellar hygiene, but that wasn’t his Lucas. The boy was fastidious and always smelled clean.

“Unnnnngggh, Daddy,” Lucas gasped as Ryan tried to spear his tongue into his son’s sphincter. It resisted his efforts at first. He lapped at it with his tongue, firm swipes, over and over. He felt it wink against him, and he once again stiffened his tongue and sent it diving. It slid into the musky heat and Lucas cried out and shook as Ryan felt a lick of wet heat against his chest. He slid his left hand up and over the spot, feeling smearing wetness that he brought to his mouth, finally tasting his boy’s watery, boyish cum. It was sweet and slightly bitter at once, and it was the most amazing thing Ryan had ever tasted. He had to have more.

Ryan shifted his son’s hips so that he could get to his cock. He sucked the little glans between his lips, tongue searching for even a droplet of Lucas’ virgin boyjuice. There was just a bit of wetness between the tiny lips of his piss slit, and Ryan sucked them down eagerly while Lucas cried out in surprise and lust at having his dad’s mouth on his cock. The boy tried to bury his little bone, but Ryan still had a grip on his hips, and though Lucas struggled, he couldn’t gain any ground.

He was sucking his son’s cock. His own son’s little preteen cock was in his mouth. He sucked at the small head, slid his tongue wetly over the spongy, swollen flesh. Lucas whined and squirmed. Ryan relaxed his grip, and with a cry of release, Lucas slammed forward, shoving his little dick to the hilt in his dad’s mouth.

With the entirety of his son’s little tool in his mouth, Ryan wrapped his lips around the base and gently suckled at it. He could feel the little glans trembling and bouncing at the start of his throat, the four inches of twelve-year-old cock not enough to choke him. Then, hand once more steadying his son’s hip, he drew his lips backward, feeling the slim length of it sliding back out of his mouth. When just the little acorn remained, he circled it with his tongue, and then bobbed his head a few times, but only on the last inch or so, just enough to get his lip sliding over the frenulum, bobbing and sucking and flicking his tongue.

“Dad!” Lucas gasped. “Daddy! Uhhhh… uhhhhh, suck it, Daddy. Suck it, suck it, suck it.”

Ryan sucked it. He slid his lips to the base again, four slow, wet trips up and down the short length before once again bobbing his head fast on just that last inch, fifteen, twenty times before giving him four or five long strokes.

Lucas was still muttering, ‘Daddy’, again and again. He had both hands on the back of his father’s head, trying to pull him against his crotch while his hips struggled to work. With his right hand, Ryan reached down to his own cock, once again smearing his finger with his own precum. Then, on the first of a new set of slow slides along his little boy’s cock, he slid his finger into Lucas’ rectum.

The twelve-year-old gasped and shook like lightning was coursing through his body. Ryan worked his finger in as far as he could, and then he began to finger-fuck his boy’s asshole. He let go of Lucas’ hip. It took the boy a moment, but he finally realized he was free, and with an animal cry of lust, he began to rapidly, desperately fuck his father’s face.

Lucas’ hairless crotch slammed into Ryan’s mouth again and again, a rapid tattoo which made the bed shake. Ryan continued to slide his finger in and out of his boy’s incredibly tight little asshole. Lucas was emitting a keening wail of mindless lust, his body only able to seek pleasure. He thrust again and again, hard, fast, making Ryan wonder if he was going to have bruised lips after this.

“I… I…” Lucas gasped, harsh panting breaths. “Cu… cum… c-cumming… I… I…” and then he cried out unintelligibly as his little cock bucked in Ryan’s mouth and his tiny virgin asshole clamped down on his finger. Ryan was ready, and when his boy went for that final thrust, where he would bury his little cock to the hilt, he once again put his hand on his hip, arresting him. Then he sucked strongly at the abused little glans. It swelled and Ryan was rewarded with a hot lick of watery boycum across his tongue. He shuddered himself then, overcome with some primal thing as the ultimate expression of his son’s pubescence melted into his mouth, filling it with the distillation of Lucas’ sexuality.

Ryan continued to suck gently at his son’s penis until the boy couldn’t take it anymore and he pulled back. Lucas went to his back with a sigh, his spit-soaked little cock slowly shrinking. Ryan crawled up to lie next to him, his own cock of course steely and throbbing almost painfully.

Ryan smoothed his hand up along his son’s belly to his chest, leaned over and kissed his shoulder. “How was that, kiddo?” he asked gently.

Lucas didn’t answer for long moments, then he turned his head and looked at his father. In an almost emotionless voice, he said, “That was the most amazing thing ever.”

Ryan smiled. “I’m glad you liked it,” he said, leaning over to kiss his boy’s lips softly.

Lucas moaned and grabbed his neck, pulling him closer and trying to work his tongue into his mouth.

“Haven’t you had enough for now?” Ryan asked, giving him a quick peck and rolling to his back with a satisfied sigh.

“Uh-uh,” Lucas said, rolling to his knees. He quickly straddled his dad’s hips, wrapping both hands around his thick erection. He began to stroke it slowly.

“Well, I have,” Ryan told him. “Let’s get some lunch. Need to replace all this protein.”

“You’re so hard though,” Lucas said, bending over sharply and sliding his mouth around his dad’s fat knob. He moaned as he sucked.

“C’mon, Lucas,” Ryan squirmed. His boy’s mouth felt amazing. “I’m old. I need to rest a little.”

“You’re not old,” he said, releasing his dad’s cockhead with a loud slurp.

“Old enough,” Ryan said, sliding himself out from beneath Lucas and standing. He could admit to himself that his legs were a bit wobbly.

Lucas swirled around and slid his butt to the edge of the bed, sitting there. His cock was once again standing up stiffly. Ryan stretched, working kinks out of his muscles. “You’re so sexy like that,” Lucas said, admiring his dad’s body. “Your cock is so sexy.”

“You like saying that, don’t you?” Ryan smiled.

“Cock. Cocksucker. Fuck.” He stood up and went to his dad, so small beside him. He hugged Ryan with his left arm, laying his head against his chest as the fingers of his right teased his dad’s cock. “Cocksucking little faggot,” he moaned softly, then wrapped his lips around Ryan’s right nipple while taking a firm grip of his cock.

“Hey, none of that,” Ryan said, steel in his voice as he stepped back.

“Didn’t it feel good?” Lucas asked, confused.

“Not that,” Ryan said. “Never call yourself a faggot again. I mean it, Lucas.”

“I… okay, Dad. Sorry.”

Ryan leaned down and kissed his son. “Never degrade yourself. Never put yourself down. Trust me, there are plenty of people in the world willing to do it for you, and it’s much easier to believe they’re right if you’re doing it to yourself.”

Lucas reached up and wrapped his hands around his dad’s neck, pulling him down to his level. He kissed him softly on the lips, then opened his eyes and smiled. “I love you, Dad.”

Ryan smiled back. “Love you, too, kiddo. Now let’s see what we can get to eat.”

“I know what I want to eat,” Lucas grinned, as his hand reached down and found his father’s cock.

“There is a very good chance you’re going to kill me,” Ryan said.

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Lunch was carrots and hummus with a protein shake for Ryan, who wouldn’t normally do both at once, but he had an idea he was going to need to replenish much more often going forward. Lucas had the last of the leftover pizza. Ryan offered to nuke it for him, but the boy preferred it cold.

They sat across from each other at the kitchen table. Lucas kept grinning evilly and sneaking his foot up between his dad’s legs, stroking his cock with his foot.

“You are incorrigible, you know that?” Ryan said, pushing his son’s foot off his chair for the third time. Each time his cock started to mercifully droop, Lucas would get it standing back up again.

“What’s that?”

“It means you won’t behave yourself,” Ryan said. “You’re also insatiable, infuriating, incessant, and indecent. And incestuous for the win.”

“We’re doin’ incest, right?”

“We’re doin’ incest,” Ryan agreed.

Lucas grinned. “Say something dirty.”

“Go take a shower.”

“Pfft. Really, Dad. Say something really naughty.” He climbed out of his chair and onto the table. “Say you wanna do something to me.”

“Something really dirty?” Ryan asked, leaning forward.

Lucas nodded, eyes sparkling. “And not a joke.”

Ryan slid his fingers through his son’s golden hair, caressed his cheek. “Lucas?”

“Yeah?” Lucas breathed, closing his eyes and leaning into his dad’s hand.

Ryan leaned even closer, until his mouth was right at Lucas’ ear. “Baby,” said softly, “I want to lick your asshole and suck your sweet little boycock.”

“Daddy,” Lucas breathed shakily.

Lucas went to kiss Ryan, but the man sat back and bit into a carrot with a grin. “Now go take a shower.”

Lucas pouted. “You’re mean,” he said. He rose up on his knees. “You got my little wiener all stiff, Daddy,” he said in a baby voice while biting his index finger.

Ryan wasn’t about to share just how much that stupid little display turned him on, because he wasn’t sure exactly what it said about him. Instead he tore his eyes away from his son’s throbbing boycock and took another loud, deliberate bite of his carrot.

Lucas got a look in his eye and reached forward, snagging one of the carrots. He went to his back, spread his legs, and reached down and began probing his ass with the fat end of the carrot. It was less than an inch thick, but still thicker than Ryan’s finger.

“That doesn’t look very sanitary,” Ryan said dryly.

Lucas ignored him and pressed harder, wincing.

“That’s a dry carrot, Lucas. Stop or you’re going to hurt yourself.”

Lucas hooked his hands behind his knees and rocked back, lifting his ass. He looked at his dad through his spread legs. “You could get it wet for me,” he suggested.

Ryan just stared at his son and then said, “I guess I was ready for dessert anyway.”

Ryan propped his hands under Lucas’ ass, gripping his hips. The boy’s tiny pink anus winked at him. Ryan leaned in and swiped his tongue across it, causing Lucas to suck in a breath.

“Lick me, Dad,” he breathed. “Lick me, Daddy.”

Ryan spread his lips wide and flattened his tongue. He circled all around Lucas’ asshole without touching, until the boy was begging, then he attacked it with firm, long strokes of his tongue until Lucas was shaking.

“Are you ready for it?” Ryan asked a bit hoarsely.

“Yes, Daddy!” Lucas said eagerly, staring between his legs.

Ryan grabbed the carrot and rubbed it against his son’s pink asshole. It was gaping, open and closed, like a fish on dry land.

“No, Daddy,” Lucas begged. “Your cock. Put your cock in me.”

“I can’t, Lucas,” Ryan said, though he wanted to so badly.

“Nooo, please, please. Please, Daddy, fuck me with your big cock. I need it in my ass so bad! Unggh, fuck my little gay boy asshole!”

“I… can’t, Lucas. Not yet,” he said.

“You want to, Daddy. I know you do. I know you want to fuck my little ass. Fill me up with your big, hard cock.”

“Damn, Lucas, you’re killing me,” Ryan gasped.

“Do it! Fuck me!” the boy cried earnestly. “Ohhhh, fuck me so hard, Daddy!”

Ryan clutched his cock under the table. It was so hard it ached. He wanted nothing more than to stand and shove it deep into his son’s rectum, to hear Lucas cry in ecstasy as he filled him. He knew that Lucas wasn’t ready though. He was so tight to even a finger. His fat cock would rip him apart. So as much as he wanted, needed, to fuck him, he refrained.

“This’ll have to do for now,” Ryan said. He slipped the carrot into his mouth, slicking it with his spit, and then pressed it against Lucas’ tiny pink pucker, which immediately gaped open to accept it.

“Uhhnn! Uhnn!” Lucas cried as Ryan carefully worked it deeper, in and out a little bit at a time. He saw the pink anus stretch around it, accepting it, sucking at it. Lucas was trembling. He reached back and spread his asscheeks wider. “Ohhh… fuck, fuck. It’s big! Daddy, it’s so big. Unnggg, fuck me with it. Fuck it into me!”

Ryan stood, one hand on the table while the other worked the carrot in and out of his son’s virgin asshole. He wanted to be careful not to break it off inside him, but he also wanted to give his son what he wanted. It was moving easily inside him now.

“Do it faster,” Lucas gasped, reaching down to take his little cock in his hand. He began to work it with his thumb and two fingers, rapidly jacking the area just below his little cockhead.

“Gonna cum, Daddy,” he gasped. “Gonna cum. Fuck me faster.”

Ryan leaned over, used his left hand to grab Lucas’ wrist and pull his hand away from his cock. Still working the carrot in and out of his rectum, he slid his mouth down around his son’s quivering cock, swallowing it to the bald root. Lucas cried out and his little boner bucked in his dad’s mouth, spilling out only a drop or two of his youthful nectar as his asshole clamped down hard on the invading carrot.

End of part six

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The Son Also Rises – Part five
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Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

The ride home was mostly quiet. Even when Ryan stopped for a rare treat at McDonald’s, neither of them said much. Ryan couldn’t tell what was going on in Lucas’ head. For Ryan, it was just wave after wave of guilt and shame. Unfortunately, undercutting all of that was the feeling of Lucas’ slender fingers wrapped around his cock. He could swear that he felt them there still. That and the image of Lucas, his sensual lips parted, his eyes full of nervous desire, as he lowered his mouth to his father’s cock.

Ryan hadn’t imagined that. He could ignore the other signs that had been building for awhile now. The casual nudity, the erections, the looks. All of that could be written off as something else. The look in his son’s eyes as his intent to suck, or at least lick, Ryan’s cock could not. And that was a problem. Ryan wasn’t sure where this desire for his son had come from. As they drove home, Ryan was on autopilot, his mind turning the question around in his head, examining it from all angles.

Ryan finally decided that it was basically the fact that he missed his wife. He was lost after she passed, and he and Lucas had clung together to get through the heartache of it. It formed a bond between them, and maybe caused Lucas to grow up a bit too soon. They supported each other, and became partners; the two of them against the world. Ryan missed her though, and not just her spirit and her laughter, her kindness and optimism. He missed being with her. Feeling her closeness. Making love with her. After she passed, he never even looked at another woman. Those feelings had to go somewhere though, and he was living with a gorgeous, obviously sexual creature who loved him unconditionally. Add in his confused feelings about the secret relationship he’d shared with a very young looking boy when he was in college, and you had a recipe for chaos.

Ryan glanced over at Lucas as they neared their home. The boy was sitting with his legs drawn up against his chest, staring forlornly out the window. “Hey,” he said. Lucas turned his head and Ryan smiled. He reached out and took his son’s hand, squeezed it and then drew it to him, kissing it lightly on the back. “We’re going to be okay,” he assured him. Lucas smiled wanly.

At home, they carried in the clothes and dumped them on Lucas’ bed. They tried to talk to one another, but it just felt awkward, and eventually Ryan retreated to his room. He showered, wanting to somehow wash away his guilt in the hot water. It didn’t help, but at least he was out of the briefs he’d filled with so much precum that they’d become crusty with it. He pulled on dark blue Calvin boxer-briefs, knee-length black gym shorts and a t-shirt.

By that time, it was getting on toward evening and Ryan had to do something about dinner. He opted out of the responsibility by ordering a pizza. Lucas still hadn’t emerged from his room, so Ryan walked down the hall.

“Hey, I ordered pizza,” Ryan said as he opened the door to his son’s room.

Lucas was lying on his bed, on his stomach. He’d apparently showered as well, as he’d changed. He was wearing the orange and gray striped briefs Ryan had seen before. Lucas’ laptop was in front of him, and he slammed it shut the moment the door opened, looking up at Ryan with a flushed, guilty face.

“Sorry,” Ryan said. “I should have knocked.”

“It’s okay,” Lucas said softly. “Is pizza here?”

“I just ordered it,” he said, then stood there awkwardly for too long with Lucas just looking up at him. “Are we okay?” Ryan asked.

Lucas just nodded, a bit hesitantly Ryan felt.

“Are you sure?” Ryan asked, stepping into the room. He sat down on the side of his son’s bed, and Lucas scooted a bit to the side but remained lying down. Ryan suspected why, and after everything he knew he should just leave. He wasn’t sure why he was pressing the issue, and the issue really wasn’t what had happened, but his desire to confirm his suspicions. All of his good intentions had gone straight out the window the first time he sees his boy in his underwear again.

Ryan reached out and put a hand on Lucas’ back. He stroked it softly, his fingers sliding over the bumps of his spine, seeing and feeling the fine sweep of silky golden hairs that flowed downward, disappearing into that dark little crevice which peeked out of the waistband of Lucas’ briefs.

“About today…” Ryan began hesitantly. “I… well… things got a bit out of hand, I guess.”

“I’m sorry, Dad,” Lucas said miserably.

“Hey, you don’t have to be sorry about anything,” Ryan said gently.

“But I touched… you know… your dick,” Lucas said, unable to meet his eyes.

“I let things go too far,” Ryan said. “That’s my fault. I shouldn’t have put you in that position.” Then he took Lucas’ shoulder, pushing and pulling to get him on his side. “Hey, look at me,” he said gently as he pushed, and Lucas finally rolled over onto his back. Ryan very deliberately did not look anywhere except his son’s eyes. “Not your fault,” he said clearly and softly. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Please don’t feel bad about anything.” He put his hand in the middle of Lucas’ chest. “I love you, okay?”

“I love you, too, Dad,” Lucas said, and he sat up far enough to wrap his arms around Ryan’s neck, who helped by bending over a bit. Ryan kissed the top of Lucas’ head, and then couldn’t help looking down to see the erection that stretched the front of his son’s briefs.

Ryan pulled back, once again meeting Lucas’ eyes. “Pizza here soon, okay?”

“Okay, Dad,” Lucas smiled.

“My beautiful boy,” Ryan smiled, kissing him on the forehead. Then he stood and left the room, leaving the door open behind him.

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If Ryan needed any sign that things were not prosaic in the Jeffries household, he got it twenty minutes later when he called out that the pizza had arrived and Lucas came out wearing red gym shorts and a shirt. The shirt though was one Ryan had seen him wear only once before, to a dance class, where the instructor told him not to wear it again. It read, ‘Let’s get this straight – I’m not’. Ryan wondered if there was a message in there and what it might be.

They ate pizza and watched tv, but Lucas stayed on the other sofa and they didn’t talk much. Ryan kept seeing him turn to look at him, but when he’d turn his head Lucas would look away. By the end of the evening, Ryan was a nervous wreck.

A bit after ten, Lucas stood up and announced he was going to bed. Ryan didn’t know if he wanted to be kissed goodnight, so he didn’t move. Then Lucas came to him, climbed onto his lap with his feet to the left of Ryan and his left arm around Ryan’s neck. Ryan hugged him, and they just sat like that for awhile.

“I love you, Dad,” Lucas finally said.

“I love you, too, Lucas,” Ryan replied. “More than anything.”

More silence, then, “Dad?”

“Yeah?” he asked. Neither was looking at the other, and Lucas was leaning curled up against him, his hands up under his chin.

“I didn’t do anything wrong, right?” he asked softly.

“No, honey,” Ryan said, hugging him. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But… what if I liked… you know… modeling and… stuff?”

Ryan wasn’t sure if the ‘and stuff’ was deliberate and loaded, and he was afraid to touch it just then. “Lucas, you like what you like,” he finally said. “I’m sure certain parts of today were fun for you. That’s great. Enjoy them. Don’t let today bother you. I was… I was just being a bit dumb, okay? I know you were enjoying yourself and I’m sorry I ruined it for you.”

“You didn’t, Dad,” he insisted.

“Well, I’m glad,” Ryan said, kissing his head. “Now go to bed.”

Lucas climbed out of Ryan’s lap, then knelt there on the sofa, straddling his father’s right leg and put his hands on Ryan’s shoulders. Lucas leaned down to hug him, and Ryan hugged him in return, running his hands up and down his son’s back. Then Lucas pulled back enough to look him in the eyes, and he leaned in and placed a small, chaste kiss on his lips, his eyes never closing. “G’night, Dad.”

“Night, kiddo,” Ryan grinned, stretching his neck to plant a soft kiss of his own. Lucas smiled and crawled off the couch and went to bed.

Ryan locked up the house, cleaned up the pizza box and paper plates and put away the snacks they’d had later. He shut off all the lights as he made his way to his bedroom, and finally closed the door behind him.

Into the bathroom, he pissed and brushed his teeth, then stripped off his clothes and dropped them in the hamper. He shut off the light and returned to his room, stopping in front of his bureau to grab his wallet. He opened it and retrieved the memory card he’d taken from Phil. Then he grabbed his laptop and got into bed.

Phil, if nothing else, was a great photographer. The pictures of Lucas were magnificent, capturing the boy’s beauty in ways both sublime and overt. There were closeups of Lucas’ face, in expressions from wild grins to somber relaxation with his eyes closed. The dancing and stretches captured the elegant and alluring lines of his son’s young body, shadow and light highlighting and concealing every curve of muscle and sinew.

Ryan almost stopped there. He actually tried, and managed to close the laptop for maybe ten seconds before relenting and pouring over the rest of the photos, zooming in on each one. The seductive and indecent distention of cloth around his son’s erection. Then the reveal, caught in close up, vivid color. Every vein, every little wrinkle and ridge, every single mouth-watering centimeter of it in glorious color. Ryan felt his own cock throbbing as he examined the delicately curved ridge of Lucas’ softly pink glans. It was flared, like his own, so that it sat atop the ivory shaft like a mushroom cap. Leading down from the meaty little head, in that inverted V, was a tiny ridge of tissue. Down below were his boy’s little balls, held gently in his wrinkled scrotum. Ryan could see every little tracery of red vein in the crepe-paper skin.

A few pictures further on and his own cock came into view, bared by his own son. A larger version of Lucas’, seven inches, moderately thick, with golf ball sized testicles in a large sac. A neat bush of light brown hair. It was steely and hovering over his groin, the head shining with wetness. Phil had captured Lucas’ face as he saw his dad’s swollen cock for the first time. Ryan saw wonder there, and excitement. Then nervous determination as he wrapped his fist around it, eyes wide. Then a look of naked hunger and lust as his lips parted and he began to lean forward.

Ryan didn’t remember grabbing his cock, but as he stared at that final photo he felt his balls churn and he gasped as fountains of thick cum splashed across his stomach and the back of the laptop. He felt ashamed once again. It seemed he was in a constant ping-pong match between lust and self-reproach.

After cleaning up, Ryan crawled into bed, vowing to battle on, but in his heart he feared it was a losing battle.

---

Ryan felt the bed move and blearily opened his eyes. There were windows on the wall behind his bed, and the early morning sun from them was casting the shadows of swaying branches on the opposite wall. More movement beside him, and warmth. He turned his head as he felt a hand slide over his stomach.

“Hey,” he said, smiling sleepily at Lucas.

“Morning,” his son smiled, snuggling against him.

“To what do I deserve this nice wake-up call?”

“I been up awhile and I missed you.”

“Mmmm,” Ryan purred happily, feeling Lucas’ hand sliding lazily up and down on his stomach. He felt Lucas’ leg slide up over his, and then Lucas kissed his shoulder. Ryan stretched, only discovering then that his sheet was wrapped around his legs. He froze. A quick glance downward showed him what he’d already felt. He was naked from the knees up, and his cock was at full attention.

“I’ve lost my sheet,” he said cautiously.

He felt Lucas shrug and his hand slid lower on his stomach before going back up. His thigh slid further over his, until he felt his son’s knee kiss his scrotum and back away. “I don’t mind,” Lucas said softly. A pause, then, “I like looking at you.”

“I… I’m not sure you should be looking at me like this,” Ryan said carefully.

Another shrug. “You’re the one that said it,” Lucas said softly, his breath warm on Ryan’s shoulder. “Naked is okay,” he said. His hand slid lower, then moved to the side, going lower still, but well away from his cock. “Boners are okay.” Now the hand, which was down on the level of the base of his cock, slid closer, until Lucas’ fingers were sliding through his pubic hair. He twirled his fingers through it while Ryan’s cock throbbed and he did nothing. “And,” Lucas continued, his voice a bit tight and barely above a whisper, “you said I didn’t do anything wrong when I touched it.”

As a finger slid experimentally along the side of his shaft, Ryan turned on his side, making Lucas pull his hand back. Ryan looked into his son’s nervous blue eyes, which skittered away, staring downward. Ryan reached out and stroked his arm. He glanced down. Lucas was naked. Naked and erect, his small cock throbbing between his legs.

“I might have been wrong about that last part,” Ryan said hoarsely.

Lucas’ eyes flicked up to meet his. “I did do something wrong?” he asked.

“I… no,” Ryan said. “You didn’t. It’s just… well, most boys don’t touch their fathers there. I’m not saying you did anything wrong. We were in a weird situation. You’re a boy. You’re twelve. It’s only natural for you to be curious. Also, let’s face it, Lucas, being gay you’re probably even more curious about that kind of thing than other boys.”

“I’ve seen porn,” Lucas admitted.

“I know you have,” Ryan said, obviously surprising his son, causing him to blush and look away.

“I… I’ve done stuff. Sex stuff. With boys.”

“I know that, too,” Ryan said softly.

Lucas gave him wide eyes for a moment. “How?”

Ryan smiled. “Because you’re twelve and not nearly as sneaky as you think you are.”

“Just… you know… touching,” Lucas admitted. “Their things were little though, like mine,” he said. “I… I just wanted to… I never…”

“I get it, Lucas,” Ryan said softly, saving him. “You’ve seen some… cocks, in videos. You’ve probably had a lot of fantasies about… doing things with them. You saw… mine… and you were curious. That’s okay. That’s normal.”

“But not touching it?” Lucas asked.

“Well, like I said… it’s not the sort of thing that fathers and sons…”

“So I’m not normal?” the boy asked.

“Hey,” Ryan said. “None of that,” he said. Lucas still wouldn’t look him in the eyes, so Ryan pushed him back flat and hovered half over him, staring down into his sweet, beautiful face. “You’re my beautiful, perfect boy,” he said. “You’re better than normal. There’s nothing wrong with curiosity.”

“So… can I touch it then?” Lucas asked, and Ryan realized he’d sort of backed himself into a verbal corner.

“I…” he began, then swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Just… Lucas, I…” he sighed. Ryan wondered if, by refusing him, Lucas would seek out another adult cock to explore. That seemed much worse than letting him see his. Who knew what a stranger might do to his beautiful son. Surely that was better, wasn’t it? Or was he just making up excuses to allow it to happen? Likely, he admitted to himself. So… limits.

Lucas was chewing on his lip, something he did when he was nervous. Ryan reached out and took his son’s hand. He held it for a moment and leaned down and lightly kissed his son on the lips. He pulled away after just a moment, but Lucas lifted his head and pressed his lips to his, pressing, and then he backed off after about five seconds and opened his eyes. Ryan smiled and pulled Lucas’ hand to his cock. Lucas’ eyes widened and his hand tightened.

“I can?” he breathed.

“For one minute, so you can satisfy your curiosity and get it out of your system,” Ryan said.

“Five minutes,” Lucas countered, his hand already moving lightly up and down on his dad’s cock.

“Two,” Ryan smiled.

“Three, and I get to look at it, too.”

“Deal,” Ryan said. Then he rolled over onto his back, hating himself, shaking his head at his stupidity, but doing nothing to stop it.

Lucas sat up eagerly, crossing his legs and scooting as close to his father’s hip as he could. Ryan could see his gorgeous little cock sticking up stiffly between his legs, rising from the smooth, hairless groin that he wanted to run his tongue along so badly.

Lucas just looked down at his dad’s cock for a bit. His eyes drinking it in, and then he reached out his left hand and wrapped it around the thick base, like he had at the studio. “It’s so big,” he breathed, lifting it upright. His right hand traced fingers upward and circled the swollen head. Ryan’s cock jerked, startling the boy for a moment.

Lucas turned and grinned at his father. He gently circled the fat glans, his delicate fingers exploring all over and making Ryan squirm. “Does it feel good?” Lucas teased.

“You know it does,” Ryan said a bit breathily.

Lucas began to gently stroke the thick cock with one hand while his left slid downward and carefully cupped his dad’s big balls. He explored them while his right hand slid lightly up and down his dad’s shaft, barely making contact.

“I really like your balls,” Lucas said softly. “I like how big they are. Like, heavy.” He turned to his dad and said, “That’s where the sperm is, right? The cum?”

“Yeah,” Ryan said, voice tight. His cock was tingling and his balls were churning. He realized he didn’t know how much time had passed. He guessed and said, “Only two more minutes.”

Lucas looked back down, his hand stroking, his other gently juggling and squeezing. “I bet you got a lot of cum, Dad.”

Ryan winced. The words might just have been too much for him. Hearing the words coming from the sweet mouth of his son was pushing him toward the edge. “One more minute,” he panted.

Lucas whipped a look at him. “That wasn’t a whole minute right then,” he accused.

“Close enough,” Ryan grunted.

Looking a bit unhappy, Lucas returned his attention to the cock in his hand. “Did you have your orgasm?” he asked.

“I… no,” Ryan replied, refraining from telling him that was what was about to happen if he didn’t end this little experiment quickly.

“There’s stuff,” Lucas said. He bent close and slid his finger through the precum leaking from Ryan’s swollen cockhead. The light touch on his sensitive skin made him squirm.

“That’s -” Ryan swallowed. “That’s what’s called precum. It comes first.”

“Then cum?” Lucas asked a bit eagerly, looking at the wetness on his fingers.

Ryan watched wide-eyed as his twelve-year-old son lifted his precum slickened fingers and slid them into his mouth, tasting. That was it. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay,” he gasped, rising to his elbows. “We have to stop now. That’s enough of a look, Lucas.”

Lucas pulled his fingers from his mouth and looked at his father, no doubt seeing the desperation there. “Precum tastes good,” he said, and Ryan groaned. “Are you gonna squirt your cum?” he asked.

“I am if you don’t stop, so you need to stop now,” Ryan said weakly.

“I wanna see it,” Lucas said, rising to his knees and slipping between his dad’s thickly muscled thighs. He wrapped both hands around the meaty pole and began to stroke it in earnest.

“Lucas, please stop,” the man said, knowing he was lost, lacking the strength both physical and mental to put a stop to this incestuous situation.

“Please, Dad,” Lucas begged. “Please let me see it.”

Ryan moaned helplessly. Then he watched with growing alarm as Lucas bent over, his attention completely focused on the cock he was steadily two-fisting. His blond head dipped lower and lower and then his tongue slid out and lapped up over the flaring piss-slit, taking a bubble of precum from the source.

“No, Lucas!” Ryan gasped. “Not that. You… you can jack me off, but not that, okay?”

Lucas, who’d looked up at his father’s hoarse cry, looked back down at the fat, leaking cockhead, only three inches from his mouth. “Okay, Dad,” he said softly, but then he bent his head and placed a soft, lingering kiss where he’d just licked before sitting back, his hands working again.

Ryan watched as his son’s tongue slid out between those full, luscious lips and lapped up the lingering wetness there before swirling it around inside his mouth. Then, as Ryan watched, his boy rose to his knees, his little cock quivering, and he straddled his dad’s hips. Then he sank down, so that his small penis was pressed against his dad’s much larger one. Then he began to work his hands up and down on the thick, precum slickened shaft, determination clear on his face.

To Ryan, it looked like Lucas was squatting there jacking his own big cock, both hands together sliding up and then down, in the same spot his own cock would be if it were that big. Ryan moaned and gave an involuntary thrust of his hips.

“Are you gonna do it, Dad?” Lucas asked a bit breathlessly. “Are you gonna squirt it?”

“Yeah,” Ryan said with a strangled gasp.

“Squirt it,” Lucas breathed. “Let me see it.”

With a final, shuddering breath, Ryan felt himself tip over the edge. He gripped the sheets and his body stiffened, his hips lifting a couple of inches while his cock bucked strongly in his son’s hands, exploding, thick ropes of cum blasting straight into the air, then falling back, spattering his belly, and Lucas’ belly, as well as his arms and hands. Six strong spurts followed by several smaller ones. A volume of cum that Ryan hadn’t loosed in a long time.

Ryan opened his eyes to see Lucas looking down in wonder, his hands still wrapped around his father’s cock, which continued to jerk and ooze out more hot cream. He and Lucas were both showered with it.

Lucas met his father’s eyes, his own wide. “That was amazing,” he breathed. “I seen porns, but I always thought it was fake. Like special effects. It was like a rocket!”

Ryan had no idea what to say in this situation. His twelve-year-old son was still kneeling there, legs wide, his small hands wrapped possessively around his father’s cock. Thick cum flowed down his shaft still, and began to cool on his stomach and groin, in amongst his pubic hair and dripping down Lucas’ belly and arms.

“We… we should clean up, kiddo,” Ryan finally said.

Lucas met his eyes for a second before returning to the big cock in his fists. He slid his right hand upward, gripping firmly, sliding up over the thick, sensitive glans, cum gathering in the web between thumb and forefinger. Then he lifted his hand to his mouth and he closed his lips around that thick puddle, sucking it into his mouth. His eyes closed and his tongue worked, tasting, savoring. Slowly, his eyes opened and he lifted his cum-spattered arm, turning it back and forth. Wordlessly, he began to lick the viscous cream off his arm and hand while Ryan watched in a sort of awe of his own. His cock, which had begun to bend a bit to the side in his son’s hand instantly stiffened.

Lucas, done licking clean his hand and arm, leaned back and looked down. Ryan’s cum had peppered his stomach and dripped downward. He slicked his hand against his belly, then slid that into his mouth as well. A small amount had slid down low enough to pool at the base of his young cock before sliding a bit downward over his small sac. He reached down and slid a finger through that little rivulet, then turned his hand, using the slick jizz to coat his own cock as he stroked it up and down.

Lucas looked up at his dad as his hand worked on his little cock. “It’s okay, Dad? To do it?”

“I…” Ryan nodded. “This one time, okay?” he said, desperate to see his son make himself cum. He wondered… “Lucas, can you squirt anything yet?”

Lucas looked back up at him and nodded. “A tiny bit. It just started a few weeks ago I think.”

The knowledge worked its way through Ryan’s brain like a drug, dulling and firing simultaneously.

Lucas began to breath more heavily, his hand stroking his cock desperately. Then he looked up at his father. “Dad?” he asked, releasing his dick, which twitched and quivered. “Will you do it?”

“Do…?” Ryan murmured, shocked.

“Like I did,” Lucas said. “Make… make me cum. Please?”

“I… Lucas…” Ryan said, desperately torn. “Just… just this one time, okay?”

Lucas’ eyes flashed with excitement.

“I mean it,” Ryan said. “Just this one time.”

“Okay, Dad,” Lucas said, going on all fours briefly as he crawled forward a bit and then straightened, presenting his pubescent cock to his father.

Lucas was squatting over his stomach, and Ryan reached out first with his left hand, gently cupping his son’s hanging scrotum, caressing the little nuggets within. Lucas’ breath caught the moment he touched him. Then Ryan reached with his right hand, first running the back of his fingers up along the turgid little shaft, watching it jerk. He took the small stalk between his thumb and forefinger, circling it and sliding slowly upward until he felt the ridge of Lucas’ little flared cockhead.

Looking up at his son’s face, he traced his thumb upward, sliding it across that sensitive little bundle of nerves before gently exploring his little boy’s spongy, swollen cockhead. He squeezed the little helmet, causing Lucas to stiffen and gasp. Ryan badly wanted to take Lucas’ plump ass in his hands and pull him forward until he could slide his lips down around his son’s little pink acorn. Instead, he just gently stroked the four-inch shaft with his circled thumb and finger, riding the smooth pole.

Lucas was breathing heavily, his stomach heaving and his hips wiggling, unable to keep still. “It feels really good, Daddy,” he breathed, using a term he hadn’t for several years. Something about that word shot through Ryan, causing his cock to jerk. When it did, it struck Lucas between the legs.

A bit startled, Lucas looked back and down. Then he deliberately sank down further, until the head of his dad’s cock was pressing against his hairless little taint. He slid his hips back and forth, stroking his dad’s cock with his flesh. Then he suddenly rose and went to all fours. Ryan had to adjust his grip to keep his son’s cock in his hand. Ryan thought that maybe his son wanted to kiss him, and Ryan knew that if he did, it wouldn’t be a chaste kiss. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted it.

Instead, Lucas leaned further, until his mouth was at his father’s ear. “Daddy?” he breathed. Ryan could only respond with something between a hum and a grunt, but Lucas understood him and continued in that breathy voice. “Daddy,” he said again, “will you put your finger in me? While you do my d-dick? In my butt?”

Ryan gasped. “Lucas…” he began, fingers still working on his son’s vibrating erection.

“I’ve put stuff in there,” he breathed. Then he reached out and found his father’s left hand, drew his own hand up to Ryan’s wrist and pulled it close before finding Ryan’s left index finger. He drew it into his mouth, his sensuous lips closing around it, his tongue swirling as he sucked lightly and drew it in as far as his lips would go. Ryan thought he might cum again, and he was sure that if Lucas had still been rubbing against it with his ass that he would have. Lucas drew back off the now-wet finger and said, “Please?”

There was no way Ryan could refuse. As the fingers of his right hand continued to caress the little boner, he reached down with his left, first finding his own cock. He squeezed the fat glans, feeling a shiver rip through him. Finger now wet with slick precum, he snaked his hand up over Lucas’ ass, then down, questing with his middle finger through the smooth cleft until he found his boy’s tight, rubbery sphincter. Lucas gasped and began to pant.

“Right there, Daddy,” he breathed.

Ryan circled his finger over the sensitive bud, making Lucas squirm and moan, and then, with a tiny amount of pressure, it opened up to him and he slid the tip of his finger inside. Lucas was gasping and panting in his ear, the sound of preteen pleasure sending a shock through him as he worked the tip of his finger in and out, going a tiny bit deeper each time until he was in to the second knuckle. Lucas’ ass was so tiny and tight, sucking madly at his finger. He forced it in further, and Lucas stiffened, trembling.

“Daddy!” he gasped. “Gonna do it. Gonna cum for you, Daddy.”

Then Lucas stiffened, his asshole clamping down on his finger like a vise while his twelve-year-old cock bucked and jerked in his gripping hand. Ryan thought he felt a lick of heat against his wrist as he continued to slide his fingers up and down. Lucas shuddered. Then he squirmed.

“Stop, Dad,” he gasped. “T-tickles.”

Ryan released his boy’s dick then, and gently slid his finger out of his gripping rectum. Lucas sighed, and Ryan did something he’d been dreaming about. He slid his hands down over his son’s ass, feeling those plump mounds fill his palms. Lucas sank into him, his head going to Ryan’s chest, his groin and stomach settling along Ryan’s cock. His kept his hands on that amazing bottom, caressing and squeezing as he felt the boy’s still-hard cock throbbing against his stomach.

They lay there like that for a couple of minutes, until finally Lucas raised his head and met his father’s eye. “Did I squirt?” he asked.

“I… I think,” Ryan said. He lifted his right arm off his son’s ass. Magically, his wrist hadn’t touched anything, and right there was a little streak of wetness. He showed it to Lucas.

“Are you gonna taste it?” he asked. “Yours tasted a lot different than mine.” Eyes locked, he said, “I liked it though.”

Spurred by that confession and an honest desire to do so, Ryan brought his forearm to his face and licked. He honestly didn’t taste much of anything other than his own skin, but he looked at Lucas, smiled, and said, “Sweet and delicious. Like you.”

“And sexy,” Lucas smiled.

“So very, very sexy,” Ryan agreed.

Lucas bit his bottom lip. “Your thing is still hard,” he said.

“So is yours,” Ryan smiled.

“Can we -”

“No,” Ryan interrupted. “I meant it. One time only.”

Lucas pouted, sticking out that lip. The fact that it was a bad idea flashed bright in his head, but Ryan ignored it and leaned forward, sucking that lip between his own. Lucas sucked in a startled breath, and then he pressed his mouth hard to Ryan’s. Again, warning klaxons sounded. Ryan had said one time. He’d meant it. Mostly. Sort of. Maybe. He let his mouth slide open slightly. Lucas, feeling the difference, moaned and opened his own. Ryan slid his tongue into his son’s mouth, his senses overloading, inhaling the boy. He reached down and took his ass back in hand. Hands. He swirled his tongue in Lucas’ mouth, tasting his sweetness.

Lucas gave a whimpering moan of need and slid his own tongue against his father’s, slowly, nervously, but with growing heat and fervor. He hugged his father tightly while their mouths worked against each other. He began to hump his cock against his father’s stomach.

“Okay,” Ryan gasped, lifting Lucas with thumbs hooked into his hairless armpits. He was breathing heavily. “Okay, that was a bad idea.”

“I liked it,” Lucas said. “A lot.”

“I said once,” Ryan said. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I want you to,” Lucas said, and he reached down and wrapped his hands again around Ryan’s cock. “I want to do more, Daddy.”

He could just fuck him, Ryan knew. He could lay his gorgeous twelve-year-old son down on the bed, spread those magnificent asscheeks and bury his cock in his little boy ass, and he knew, just knew, that Lucas would beg for more. He shook his head to rid it of that dark fantasy.

“One time,” Ryan repeated hoarsely, and he lifted Lucas to the side and slid out from underneath him. Then he stood, his fat seven-inch cock swaying, pointing nearly vertical it was so hard. “Come on,” he said, eyes refusing to stop traveling all over the small blond boy’s perfect body. “Let’s… let’s get breakfast or something.”

Lucas looked at his father, his eyes also flicking between his face and his bobbing cock. When he saw his dad was serious, he stood, his own little erection jerking with his movements. He reached down and wrapped his hand around it.

Ryan tore his eyes away from the erotic sight and walked toward and then around his son, who still stood gently stroking his four-inch cock. “I’ve got to piss,” he said by way of explanation as he walked by him, somehow not reaching out to touch him. For a brief moment he debated whether or not to close the door, but it struck him as a callous thing to do, especially after what they’d just shared. So he left it open and went to the toilet, his back to the bedroom, just standing there with a cock that was too hard to piss comfortably.

“I can hold it for you,” Lucas said softly from close behind him.

Without turning, Ryan said, “It’s hard enough as it is.”

“Mine is, too,” Lucas said.

“I noticed,” Ryan said, trying to ignore the idea of his son standing behind him naked and hard. It was doing absolutely nothing to help him piss.

“You can touch it,” Lucas said, leaning close and putting his right arm around his father’s waist.

“Lucas,” Ryan said in a warning voice.

“I wish I had hair,” he said, ignoring the warning. His left hand snaked out, sliding his fingers into his father’s bush of light brown curls. Ryan was honestly unsure what to do. Should he yell at him? Kiss him? He’d said one time. He’d meant it. Mostly.

“It feels weird,” Lucas mused, twirling his fingers around the curls. Ryan just stood there, frozen by indecision. “I never used to know that guys grew hair on their balls,” Lucas said, and his hand slid lower, cupping his father’s testicles.

“C’mon, stop it, Lucas,” Ryan finally said. “I’m trying to pee.”

“Your balls are really big,” the boy said, caressing them. “Not as big as your dick though,” he said, releasing his dad’s nuts and sliding a hand up along the thick shaft. His voice had grown husky, and Ryan realized that this wasn’t playfulness, but that his twelve-year-old was attempting to seduce him. “Do you call it a dick, Daddy?” he asked, gently squeezing the meaty head. “Or a cock?”

“Lucas, cut it out,” Ryan said.

“I think cock sounds better,” the boy said, sliding his hand back down the shaft. “My daddy’s big cock.”

Ryan couldn’t take it, and not in the way he thought he’d reach a breaking point. “That’s it, Lucas,” he said, stepping back, cock swaying. “You need to stop. And don’t talk like that.”

Lucas looked a bit stunned and bewildered. “But… men are supposed to like that. Being called daddy by gay boys. It’s in all the stories.”

“Stories?” Ryan asked, not sure he wanted to know.

“Stories online,” Lucas said, biting his lip now and folding in on himself a bit. His hand reached down between his legs, but not to masturbate, but rather to cover his cock. “About men and boys,” he continued. “It’s called boylove. When men like little boys. Like Phil.” He looked up into his father’s eyes. “Don’t… don’t you like me? Like that?”

“Lucas, I’m your father. Father’s aren’t supposed to like their sons like that.”

“But the stories-” Lucas began.

“Those are just stories,” Ryan said.

“That’s what I thought,” Lucas said. “but then… but then we starting doing stuff… like in the stories. Like being in underwear, or naked. And we did stuff. Sex stuff.” He met his father’s eyes. “I know you liked it, Dad.”

Ryan saw no way forward but honesty. “I did like it, Lucas. That’s the problem. I’m sorry, but it’s wrong. I should never have started any of this. You’re my son and I love you, and this shouldn’t be happening.”

“But… I love you, Dad,” he said, coming forward. It did not help in the least that the boy was still rock-hard. “I wanted you to do stuff. I want to do even more stuff. I’ve never… I’ve wanted to do stuff for awhile. I didn’t know I’d be able to do it with you, but that’s even better, Dad, because I don’t have to worry about weird old guys like Phil. Did you see he had a boner the whole time?”

“I noticed,” Ryan said. He closed his eyes. “Look, Lucas…” he shook his head. “This conversation is a hell of a lot more difficult with both of standing here with hard-ons,” he complained. Lucas grinned and Ryan sighed. “Lucas… I love you. And yes, I think you’re sexy as fuck. I love looking at you, and there are so many things I want to do with you and that adorable little cock…” he trailed off and shook himself. “But I’m your dad. Okay, I get it. We stepped over a line, and you want to sprint past a bunch of other lines, but I have to be the adult here. I have to be responsible and do the right thing. So as much as I want to carry you into that room and do stuff you’ve never read about in any of your stories, I’m not going to. We’re not going to. We’re father and son, and that’s going to be all. That’s the way it has to be, okay? Trust me.”

Lucas sighed. “Okay, Dad,” he said unhappily.

“Good,” Ryan said. “Now go put some clothes on. Lots of clothes. Like a parka or something.”

Lucas smiled sadly, then shrugged and left the bathroom. Eventually, Ryan was able to pee. It took awhile.

End of part five

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The Son Also Rises – Part four
by
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Ryan struggled over the next few days to contain his lust, to eradicate it, to excise it from his brain. He was unsuccessful. If anything, his desire for his son grew. Lucas continued to run around in his thin little briefs, or to wear tights with nothing underneath. It seemed that every time Ryan turned, Lucas’ little cock was on display.

Three days after the incident in Lucas’ room, Ryan was sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee and some yogurt. He turned as he heard footsteps to find Lucas walking toward him, his eyes shut and his arms stretched as he yawned, still obviously half asleep. He was wearing what were called boy shorts, which was amusing because boys never wore anything like them. So the ones on his son were obviously made for a girl. They were very low on his hips, pink, and they had a gray waistband with ‘Tomboy’ stamped around them. Lucas was fully erect.

Ryan had only seen his son in this state that one day when they were playing on the couch. Lucas didn’t even seem to be aware of his erection, mumbling a greeting as he approached and then passed his dad, who was staring at that jutting bulge. The little crown, the edges of it clear, was near escaping, and was distorting the waistband. Another half an inch and it would be free. In fact, as Lucas walked by him, Ryan saw that the head of his son’s cock was actually pushing out the waistband enough that it had lost contact with his groin, creating a gap that Ryan desperately wanted to look down.

Ryan turned as Lucas passed. The boy went to the cupboard and grabbed a bowl, then the pantry for a box of Fruit Loops. Finally, he pulled the gallon jug of milk from the fridge. The entire time, his erection continued to stretch his little pink undies. Ryan felt his own erection pounding under the table. He was wearing only a pair of briefs himself, and a quick glance showed him they were bulging obscenely. He scooted closer to the table to hide it.

Ryan had to say something. He wasn’t sure why he had to say something, but he felt so awkward that he had to diffuse the tension he was feeling. When Lucas placed the milk on the table and began to open the cereal box, all of this about two or three feet from Ryan, he cleared his throat.

Lucas turned to look at him. Ryan said, “Kiddo, you’re about to escape.”

“Huh?” the boy said blearily.

Ryan gave him a very pointed look downward. Lucas followed his gaze.

“Oh,” the boy said, dropping his hand to his erection. Looking back to his father while he squeezed himself, Lucas said, “You said it was okay, right? Like, normal and stuff.”

“Yeah,” Ryan said. “Of course, kiddo. I… I was just saying, you know, I didn’t think you wanted him to pop out and say hello.”

Lucas giggled, his hand still squeezing. Then he playfully folded the waistband over, exposing the rosy pink head of his cock for a brief moment and said in a cartoonish voice, “Helloooo!” He giggled again as he covered himself.

Lucas just stood there, a bit thoughtfully, staring down at the prominent bulge in his underwear. Then he looked up at Ryan uncertainly and asked, “Dad?”

“Yeah?” Ryan asked, trying so hard to meet his son’s eyes instead of staring at that sexy little bulge.

“When did you get hair? You know, down there.” He pointed at his straining cock.

“I… I guess I was about your age,” Ryan said. “No, maybe older. I was sort of a late bloomer.”

“What’s that?” His hand had drifted downward of its own accord and he was squeezing his dick.

Ryan was fighting a battle to keep from glancing downward, relying on his peripheral vision while keeping his gaze locked on Lucas’ eyes. “It means I matured slower than some other boys.”

Lucas gazed down at himself again, giving Ryan the opportunity to stare at the sight of his son openly squeezing his cock. Lucas looked back up and Ryan flicked his gaze quickly upward as well. “You mean I might not get hair for awhile?”

“I… who’s to say, Lucas? You could get one tomorrow, or you might not get any till you’re fourteen. There’s really no way to tell.”

“Fourteen!?”

“Lucas, pubes don’t mean anything. They don’t make you more manly or anything, if that’s what’s worrying you.”

“I just… I don’t know. I’ve seen… I mean… you know… grown-ups have such big ones and mine’s tiny and I don’t have any hair, so… I don’t know. I don’t feel normal or something.”

Struggling to be a parent while he was also desperately attracted to his son was like walking a tightrope. “You’re perfectly normal, Lucas,” he assured him. “In fact, you’re just perfect, period.”

“Even down here?” Lucas asked, and he pushed his pink shorts down far enough to reveal everything.

Ryan stared. Maybe he stared too long. He wasn’t sure. It was like time had stopped. What he’d said was true. Lucas was perfect. Ryan hadn’t given any thought previously as to what the perfect cock might look like, but he knew now, without a doubt.

Lucas’ cock stood up proudly, nearly four inches of boyish perfection. The shaft was straight, smooth, and slender, capped with a perfect little pink helmet. Down below in a wrinkled sac, his little balls hung. As he’d said, he was completely hairless. As Ryan watched, his son’s small cock twitched.

“Even there,” Ryan said a bit hoarsely, his eyes unable to tear themselves away from the erotic spectacle before him. It was only three feet away. He could practically reach out and touch it.

Lucas hooked a thumb on his small glans, pushing his boner down until it was horizontal, then let it snap upward with a meaty little smack. He looked up at Ryan with a grin, then put his underwear back into place. “Thanks, Dad,” he said, coming up to Ryan and bending down to give him a hug around his neck.

Ryan hugged the boy back, of course, though it took everything he had not to grab his son’s ass, or reach up between his legs. Instead he lightly stroked his back. “You’ve got nothing to worry about,” he said softly.

Lucas straightened and gave his dad a smile. Then his eyes drifted downward and grew huge. “Dang, Dad,” he breathed. Ryan looked down. He was wearing gray Calvin boxer-briefs, and his cock was stretching them to the limit, his fat cockhead like a surfacing leviathan, a wet spot marking the center.

“Sorry,” he said awkwardly, once again sliding his chest up against the table to hide himself.

“It’s just normal though, right?”

“Um, right,” Ryan said.

“Hey, Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Your thing is huge,” Lucas grinned. “Do you think mine will get that big?”

“Maybe even bigger,” Ryan said, noticing that Lucas’ hand had found its way into his little shorts and was wrapped around his cock.

Lucas noticed his dad’s gaze and looked down himself, hastily removing his hand, but not before Ryan got another flash of that little pink acorn. “Sorry,” the boy muttered.

Lucas went back to preparing his cereal and sat cross-legged on his chair, far enough back that Ryan could still see his erection. Around a mouthful of sugary cereal, he asked, “Did we get more likes?”

They had posted a few more ballet poses over the last few days. Lucas had quite a number of tights, and he wanted to show them off, once even wearing a leotard that was cut very high on the hips, and which Ryan suspected was meant for a girl. He’d debated about whether or not to show Lucas the comments. The pics were all getting a lot of likes, and the comments continued to come in as well.

“Tons,” Ryan said. A quick glance showed that Lucas was still hard. He made a decision. “You want to read some of the comments?”

“Yeah!” Lucas said, dropping his spoon into the bowl and coming around the table.

Ryan held up the phone and Lucas bent over to read.

Ryan began to scroll down through the comments. “It’s mostly just emoji stuff.”

“Stop, I can’t see,” Lucas complained. Then he began to squirm his way in front of Ryan, who had no choice but to move back. As soon as he did, Lucas slid into his lap, straddling his right leg, his backside pushing Ryan’s cock back against his stomach.

Ryan realized he was holding his breath. Lucas was bent forward, intently reading while using a finger to scroll. Lucas giggled. “More eggplants,” he said.

Ryan’s cock was throbbing. “Yeah,” he croaked. “Uh… you should know, some of the comments might not be… appropriate.”

“Really?” Lucas asked avidly, eyes locked on the screen. He squirmed a bit on Ryan’s leg.

Ryan slid his right arm around his son, his hand coming to rest on his belly. His left slid down to caress Lucas’ left thigh. His breath must have been heavy in Lucas’ ear.

“That ass though,” Lucas read, giggling. “Ewwwww! He says he wants to lick me!”

“I can delete those comments if you want,” Ryan said huskily in his ear.

“You don’t have to,” Lucas said. He turned his head a bit and asked, “Where do you think he wants to lick me, Dad? Down there?”

“That’s probably what he means,” Ryan said, continuing to rub his belly and squeeze his thigh.

Lucas was silent for a few moments, clearly not looking at the phone. He squirmed a bit, rubbing against Ryan’s cock. “Dad?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“Did you ever… when you were my age… did you… you know… touch… it? Down there?”

Ryan’s hands stilled. “Yeah, Lucas. All guys do. And not just when they’re your age.”

“So it’s okay, right?” he asked softly, nervously.

“Of course it is. There’s nothing wrong with making yourself feel good.”

“So I shouldn’t be embarrassed about that? Like with boners?”

“Never be embarrassed,” Ryan said gently.

“Cause… I really wanna touch it right now.”

Then Lucas’ hands went below the table, and Ryan could tell from the motion that his son was pulling the front of his briefs down with one hand, and grabbing himself with the other. Ryan’s conscience was screaming at him. He knew he could just do nothing. He could just sit there while his gorgeous little boy jacked himself off on his lap. He could maybe even help. There was a part of him though, a part that was perhaps growing smaller and smaller as the days went by, that told him he couldn’t allow that to happen.

“Lucas?” Ryan asked softly, barely breathing it out.

“Huh?” Lucas asked, his voice trembling, the movement of his hand obvious.

“Lucas, you need to do that in your room, okay?”

The hand stopped.

“You said it was okay,” Lucas whispered.

“It is okay, but it should be private. Don’t be embarrassed to do it, but you probably shouldn’t be doing it at the kitchen table. Especially when you’re sitting on my lap.”

“Sorry,” Lucas mumbled, and he slid off his father’s leg. The waistband of his little boy shorts had pulled down, and half of his son’s cock was visible. The little head was more red than pink. Lucas hooked the shorts up over his glans and looked pointedly at his dad’s lap. Ryan looked down at himself, seeing his cock standing up, straining at his briefs, the wet spot now much wider.

“Did you pee?” Lucas asked uncertainly.

“No, it’s… it’s a guy thing,” Ryan said, unable to figure out how to respond.

“Like sperm?” Lucas asked softly.

“Sort of like that. It happens to older guys when… they get… excited.”

Lucas just stood there, staring at his father’s cock, his own little cock twitching in his undies. Ryan’s cock twitched as well, and Lucas looked up. “Are you gonna touch yours, too?”

Ryan saw no reason not to be honest. He stood, and watched his son’s eyes follow his cock. Standing, his cock was much more obvious and vulgar. Lucas’ eyes were wide. “I guess we should both take care of our little problems,” Ryan said, trying for humor, though his voice cracked.

“I think you got a big problem,” Lucas said, with no hint of humor.

“Off you go,” Ryan said, and he turned and retreated to his room.

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Ryan got through the next three days without molesting his son, which he counted as a win. Only six years to go. This task was made much more difficult given that Lucas no longer made any attempt to hide his erections, and in fact seemed almost proud of them. He also let his dad know every time he was going to his room to ‘take care of a little problem’. Apparently Lucas had a lot of little problems.

Ryan was careful to stop lying around in his underwear. He’d barely survived that morning, and if he thought he could wear chainmail around the house without making it obvious, he’d have done that.

They continued to post pics on Instagram, and he gave Lucas his login info so he could check the comments himself. Lucas always laughingly shared the inappropriate ones.

That evening, after Lucas had gone to bed, telling his dad he was going to take care of a little problem before he went to sleep, Ryan was lying in his own bed with his laptop. He’d begun to go through Insta looking for other boys. He told himself, at least at first, that it was to find ideas for poses, so he was looking for boys who did ballet, but soon he was just finding boys to look at boys. So many beautiful boys, but none as beautiful as Lucas.

He was checking out a couple of new photos from a boy he’d really come to love, a cute Russian kid, when he got a private message.

Hey just wanted to say I really like the pics you’ve been posting of your son.
I’ve been following you for awhile. You do great pics.
Not surprising you have such a good looking kid.
I know from some stuff you posted in the past that you live around
San Diego. I was wondering if Lucas has done any modeling?
I’d be happy to help put together a portfolio.
I’d even do it for free if you would agree to pass my name along
once you start getting some work. I can also
give you some advice on how to get him work if you need it.

Ryan read over it a couple of times, thinking. He’d honestly never thought about getting Lucas into modeling, though he was certainly good looking enough. That was actually one of the reasons he’d stopped attending Lucas’ dance stuff. He couldn’t stand those parents who lived through their kids and kept trying to push them into careers. There were a lot of them out there.

A couple of thoughts were going through his head. First, just the thought of Lucas being out there in the world, knowing guys were looking at him, was a turn-on. As a model he’d be exposed to even more people. The second thought was just as selfish. This lockdown was killing him. He was living off savings and was considering filing for unemployment. If Lucas was getting some modeling work… but no. If that did happen, then that money was Lucas’. Still, it wasn’t a horrible idea, and it would maybe help get him out of this pressure cooker of a situation for a bit.

Ryan messaged the guy back, saying he’d have to ask Lucas how he felt about it. The guy responded twenty minutes later, enthusiastic. He gave Ryan his contact info, including a website so he could check out his work and to show he was legitimate. Ryan wondered what Lucas would say.

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Lucas was excited by the idea. Ryan spoke with the guy, Phil, over the phone and they made arrangements for a photo shoot two days later. On that morning, Ryan walked into the kitchen to find Lucas already up, looking over a huge pile of clothes on the kitchen table.

“I have to get all the right stuff,” Lucas explained.

Phil had suggested Lucas bring several changes of clothes, from casual outfits like jeans and t-shirts, to swimwear, which had Ryan secretly excited. Lucas was also picking out some of his dancewear.

“Which swim trunks?” Lucas asked, holding up a tiny sky blue Speedo in one hand, and a pair of jammers, all black but for a big pink skull that ran from the left hip most of the way down the thigh.

Ryan picked up a third pair he remembered Lucas wearing a couple of years ago, a set of trunks that were all red except for a small V shaped panel on the front in yellow that seemed designed to draw your eye to the boy’s crotch. “Why not all three?”

“Those are old,” Lucas said. “They might not fit.”

“When has that ever stopped you?” Ryan joked.

Lucas grinned and took the trunks, checked the tag. Then he shrugged and pushed his briefs down and off, leaving him completely naked. Ryan watched with a lengthening cock and a racing heart. His boy was just as perfect in this state, with his soft little penis hanging down, no more than two inches long.

Lucas stepped into the trunks and drew them up his legs, pulling just a bit harder to get them up over his hips. They really were small. If Ryan had worn something like that, most of his pubic bush would be showing. Lucas had gotten them on though, and they showed off his little cock wonderfully.

“Turn around,” Ryan said. Lucas did so, and Ryan saw that his ass was just spilling out of the things, above and below. It was wonderful. “A little bit small,” he said with a smile, running his fingers along the bottom of Lucas’ left cheek by way of illustration.

Lucas turned, and with a sly smile asked, “Is it too small in the front, too?”

Playing along, Ryan ran his finger along the waistband, his finger caressing that skin so close to the base of his cock. “Yeah, pretty small.”

“On my balls, too?” Lucas asked, and there was something in his son’s voice that made him look at his face. Lucas blushed and looked away.

Ryan had been given the invitation though. Did he dare take it? Was Lucas only joking? Was he testing him? One way to find out. He reached out, a bit slowly so that his intent was clear and Lucas could move if he wanted, or stop him with a laugh. He did neither, and Ryan allowed two fingers to slide down over his son’s tightly compressed testicles. He slid his fingers until they were underneath Lucas’ nuts, and then drew them back.

“Pretty tight,” Ryan said, looking at the boy’s crotch, where his small cock was already swelling.

“Yeah, I guess I could bring them though,” Lucas said softly, not meeting his father’s eyes. Between his legs his dick reached its full length, sliding to the side as there was no escape past the tight waistband.

Lucas looked up at his dad again, blushing a little, and he bit his lower lip as he hooked fingers in the trunks and pushed them down, freeing his twelve-year-old erection. Then he just stood there, his dick throbbing, and looked at his father questioningly.

“I’m gonna go take care of my problem,” he said softly.

“Okay,” Ryan said, voice a bit rough.

Lucas just stood there. After a few long moments, he said, “You got a problem, too.”

Ryan looked down. He was wearing loose shorts and tight briefs, but they couldn’t completely camouflage his obvious erection. “I guess I do,” he allowed.

Lucas swallowed, his eyes locked on that bulge. His hand drifted down to his little erection, caressing it lightly and causing it to bounce. “Are you gonna take care of your problem, too?”

Ryan didn’t answer, his throat dry. Lucas was openly stroking his cock now. Not fast, just gently up and down. Ryan didn’t think his son was even aware he was doing it. It really seemed like Lucas was sexually excited by Ryan’s obvious excitement. He thought that maybe if he were to take his cock out right now, that Lucas would happily jack off with him. Or more. Lucas shivered and his cock lurched in his hand.

“Yeah, I guess I better,” Ryan said softly.

“Okay,” Lucas said, still standing there, still stroking his cock. He shivered again and looked down then dropped his hand. His little cock continued to twitch.

Ryan turned to go, his heart hammering, and Lucas said, “Do you…?”

“Hmm?” Ryan asked, turning.

“Nevermind,” Lucas said, and he turned and hurried away. Ryan stared until that perfect little ass disappeared from view.

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Neither father nor son spoke of the incident at breakfast. They spent time on their own for another couple of hours, before it was time to head for Phil’s studio. Ryan helped Lucas carry his chosen outfits to the SUV, opening up the back and putting what was likely way too many clothes inside.

Lucas was dressed in tight, nearly knee length jean shorts and a muscle shirt that left his shoulders exposed and gave tantalizing glimpses of his hairless armpits. Ryan could tell he was nervous by the way his left leg was bouncing.

“Relax,” Ryan smiled, reaching over and putting a calming hand on Lucas’ thigh.

“I’m just excited. And nervous I guess. How much longer is it?”

“About fifteen minutes,” he answered, already twenty-five minutes into the trip.

The studio was across town in a middle income area. They arrived where the GPS coordinates had lead, and Ryan checked the address on the building. They were in the right place, but there was no sign or even a storefront. It looked like an anonymous industrial workplace or maybe a warehouse.

“Wait here while I go make sure this is the place,” Ryan said as they parked.

“Can’t I go with?” Lucas asked.

Ryan laughed. “Just calm down and wait. I’ll just be a minute.”

Ryan got out of the car and walked to the front of the building. There was a sign directing him to the rear, but again no way to tell if it was the studio. There was a buzzer next to a metal door and Ryan pressed it, hearing a faint sound from inside.

Moments later the door opened, revealing a bald and bearded man who was probably in his late forties. He smiled. “Ryan.” He held out his hand and they shook. “Phil Lundquist. Welcome.” He peeked over Ryan’s shoulder. “Lucas is in the car? Well, come in, come in. Do you need any help carrying anything? I hope Lucas brought a few outfits.”

“We’ll be fine,” Ryan said, “even though I’m pretty sure he brought half of his closet.”

Phil laughed. “Boys usually get a little overenthusiastic the first time. Or they bring nothing at all. Rarely anything in the middle.”

“Well, I’ll get Lucas and we’ll be right in.” Ryan wondered just how many boys the guy had photographed.

With that, Ryan returned to the car. Lucas hopped out before he even got there, bouncing excitedly on his toes. “Is this it?”

“This is it,” Ryan said, pushing the button on his key fob which opened up the back hatch. “Help me grab this stuff.”

Phil laughed and held the door open as they approached, their arms full. “You weren’t kidding about half the closet.” He turned and smiled at Lucas. “Hello, Lucas. I’m Phil. Of course, you know that already.”

“Hi,” Lucas smiled shyly.

“Well, come in, come in,” Phil said. “You can put your things back there,” he said, pointing to the south-eastern corner. “That’s a privacy screen where you can do your costume changes.”

Ryan looked around as they entered. It was a big space. Perhaps a couple thousand square feet. It was broken up mostly by half walls. There seemed to be only one room, at the far side, and Ryan assumed it was an office. The section they were in was obviously the studio, with lights and those umbrella things and a large, white infinity cove. There were various bits and pieces that Ryan assumed were props, like large colored boxes for sitting, various pieces of sporting equipment, some chairs, rolled up carpets or rugs. Ryan wondered if the guy lived here, as he could see the last foot or so of a bed further down behind one of those half walls.

“You found the place okay?” Phil said, hovering as they placed the clothes on a table behind the privacy screen. There was a clothing rack there, and Lucas immediately began hanging things on the available hangers.

“GPS is a wonderful thing,” Ryan said.

Ryan was still a bit nervous about all this. A guy from the internet interested in photographing his son. Who knew what kind of guy this was. He seemed nice enough though. He looked normal enough. Maybe twenty pounds overweight, but clean, wearing a dark blue polo shirt and khaki slacks with leather loafers. He almost looked like he should be working at Best Buy.

As they got settled, Phil explained what they’d be doing. He was good with Lucas; attentive, friendly, answering all his questions. Phil would start with the outfit Lucas was wearing, just getting him used to the cameras and lights. Then Lucas would go change. Phil suggested a ballet outfit, like he’d worn on Instagram.

So that’s what they did. Ryan sat on one of those canvas directors chairs back behind the lights and cameras, watching as Phil directed his son, posing, facial expressions, how to adjust his clothes. Lucas really was beautiful, he thought. Phil apparently thought the same, or he wouldn’t be doing this. Ryan wondered if Phil was sexually attracted to his son. Was he drinking him in with his eyes and camera?

After about fifteen minutes of photos in the first outfit, Phil sent Lucas off to change. The boy looked happy and excited. Ryan stood and followed him. When he came behind the screen, he found Lucas already stripping off his shirt.

“Are you doin’ okay?” Ryan asked. “Having fun?”

“Yeah,” Lucas grinned. “Do you think I could really be a model? For real?”

“I don’t see why not. You’re gorgeous.”

“And sexy,” Lucas smiled cheekily.

“And sexy,” Ryan grinned. Lucas unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. “Do you want me to wait outside?” Ryan asked.

“You can stay,” Lucas said, sliding his jeans down. He was wearing plain white briefs, but not tighty-whities of course. They were bikinis and he was adorable, and indeed sexy, in them. He lifted each leg in turn to peel off his black ankle socks, then skinned out of his briefs. Ryan drank him in.

Lucas chose his baby blue tights to start, and pulled them up, making sure there were no wrinkles. His little penis lay to the the left, more or less pointing at his shoulder.

“Going to wear a shirt?” Ryan asked.

“I wasn’t,” Lucas answered. “Should I?”

Ryan shrugged. “Not if you don’t want to.”

“Well, I never wore one for the Instagram pictures, so I guess not.”

“That’s a great outfit,” Phil said, and there was something in his voice that told Ryan the man was most certainly perving on his son. As he was doing the same, the knowledge somehow increased his own arousal.

Phil sent Lucas through his paces, doing all the bone-defying stretches and poses that he’d done for Instagram. Phil circled him, his camera always searching and snapping. He adjusted lighting, and used filters to change the color of the infinity cove.

After awhile Phil had Lucas in a pose where he was on all fours, but in reverse, his back bowed and head down, his crotch up in the air. Even from his chair Ryan could see the outline of his son’s penis. He was sure Phil could see it, too, and he seemed to be circling and taking photos from angles to capture it perfectly.

The time came for another change, and Ryan once again followed Lucas back behind the privacy screen. As Lucas stripped out of his blue tights, Ryan looked around, trying to spot anything that looked like a spy camera. It’s what he would have done in Phil’s position, but he didn’t see anything. He turned to watch his son’s little penis swaying as he stepped into another pair of tights, gray this time, which Ryan had discovered with his own picture taking seemed to show off Lucas’ body, and his little cock especially, to its fullest.

Lucas told him that he was having fun, and looking forward to more posing. He’d been thinking of different ones he could try, and was excited to show Phil. Ryan imagined Phil would be excited himself.

Ryan didn’t sit this time. He watched Lucas, and he watched Phil. Phil liked to have Lucas turn to his side a lot, and Ryan suspected this was because that little bulge in Lucas’ tights was much more easily seen from that angle. At one point, Phil turned himself, but Ryan saw that he was trying to hide the fact that he was adjusting his cock. The guy was hard. Ryan was sure of it.

After the gray tights, Phil and Lucas decided it was time for swimwear. Ryan stood with Lucas behind the screen as he changed into the little blue Speedo. He’d suspected that Lucas might try the old trunks he’d barely fit into before. He wasn’t sure if he was disappointed or not by his son’s choice.

Phil certainly wasn’t disappointed, snapping pic after pic, and turning to adjust himself each time he had to kneel or change position too much. Ryan certainly couldn’t blame him. Lucas was a little blond angel in that blue Speedo, and Phil had turned the cove blue to match. Lucas’ soft skin looked magical under the lights, and the little bulge in his Speedo begged for the camera’s attention.

Finally, the Speedo shoot was complete. “What do you want me to wear next?” Lucas asked, standing in front of Phil, looking up at the man, absently pinching the tip of his penis. “I got more tights and shorts and shirts and stuff.”

“Well, I wanted to concentrate on categories today,” Phil said. “You want variety for a portfolio. We did your street clothes, and your tights. The poses were amazing by the way.” Lucas grinned. “And now we’ve done your swimwear. See, if you’re selling to catalogs for instance, you want to show them you can model for the different types of clothing. So we covered street clothes, dance wear, and swimwear. Not sure what else there is.”

Ryan knew what else there was. He suspected that Phil was very much aware of what else there was. Ryan wasn’t going to say anything though. He didn’t want to influence Lucas in any way, and anyway, he wasn’t sure how he felt about it himself.

Lucas got there on his own. “Umm, I could do… you know… underwear? That’s a category, right?”

“Well, that is a category,” he answered, looking over at Ryan, obviously seeking approval. Ryan shrugged and indicated that it was Lucas’ choice. Phil turned back to Lucas and asked, “Did you bring any underwear to model?”

“Well,” Lucas said, seemingly a bit reluctant, “just the ones I wore. I could wear those though.”

“Well, we have a bit more time for another shoot I think.”

“Okay,” Lucas grinned, and he turned and headed back behind the screen.

Ryan and Phil shared a look. Ryan wasn’t sure what all was communicated in it. Some acknowledgment perhaps, of their shared secret. Yeah. Phil saw something in Ryan that he recognized in himself, and when Ryan turned to follow Lucas, there was an implied permission there.

Lucas looked up as Ryan came around the screen. He was just pulling up his white briefs, and Ryan watching his adorable little penis disappear. “You sure you want to do this, kiddo?”

Lucas looked at him searchingly. “It’s okay isn’t it?”

“Sure, if you want to,” Ryan said.

Lucas seemed to think for a few moments, and then he shrugged and said, “It’s just underwear, right? It’s practically the same as a Speedo.”

Ryan didn’t want to tell him how much more the thin cloth of his briefs clung to his little boyhood, how much more blatant it was. If Lucas was fine with it, Ryan supposed he was fine with it, and certainly Phil was fine with it.

Ryan walked back to Phil and the lights with his hand on Lucas’ shoulder. Phil only had eyes for Lucas’ crotch, though he tried to hide it.

“Are these okay?” Lucas asked, coming to a stop before the man.

“I think those will do nicely,” the man replied in a voice that was just a bit husky with lust.

Ryan couldn’t help himself. He slid a possessive hand down over Lucas’ shoulder to his chest and pulled him back against his body. He really hadn’t done it on purpose, and as he did he realized that he was basically telling Phil that he could look, but that Lucas was his and his alone.

Phil said, “You look great holding him like that. Father and son. Would you want to do a few poses with him?”

“Will you, Dad?” Lucas asked, turning around and wrapping his arms around his waist and staring up at him with those blue eyes.

“I… sure,” Ryan said. To Phil, “How do you want me?”

“Hmm, maybe… would you be comfortable taking off your shirt? And maybe your shoes and socks as well. I think the jeans will be a great look.”

“Sure,” Ryan acquiesced. He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, and then slipped his t-shirt off, leaving them all in a pile.

“That’s why so many people follow you,” Phil said, admiring his body. Apparently Phil had a wide age range of attraction. “Why don’t you start on your left side.” Ryan did as asked. “Great, now cock your right leg. That’s right. Now, Lucas, how about you sit down in front of your dad. That’s good. A bit to the left so your back is against his stomach. Great, now lean back and pull your knees back. Perfect.”

A glance showed that Lucas was leaning against him with his legs spread, his crotch on display. Phil took some pictures.

“Okay, how about… Ryan, lie on your back?” Ryan rolled over to his back. “Now, Lucas, can you lay on top of your dad?” Lucas laid down atop Ryan, stomach to stomach. “Yeah, like that, just flat. Cross your arms on his chest and just look at him. Ryan, hands behind your head if you will, and look up at Lucas. That’s gorgeous.”

Phil took some pictures. “Now maybe put your arms down, Lucas, and lay your head on his chest facing me. That’s great. Close your eyes, okay? Very good. Now, Ryan, you can just hold him, okay? Man, you guys look great together. Hard and soft. It’s a great contrast.”

Ryan stroked his son’s back gently.

Phil said, “Okay now let’s try Lucas on his back on the ground, and Ryan, turn on your left side. That’s right, up against one another. Hmmm… Lucas, cock your right leg. That’s good. And, Ryan, maybe a hand on his belly as you stare down at him?”

Ryan looked into Lucas’ eyes, smiling as he softly rubbed his belly.

“This is fun, huh?” Lucas asked softly, grinning.

“Lots,” Ryan agreed with a smile.

“Dad, you should be in your underwear, too.”

Ryan stilled. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Lucas.”

“Why not?” the boy asked. “You said underwear was okay.”

“Well, that’s at home,” Ryan said.

“But I’m wearing mine,” Lucas said reasonably.

“I certainly wouldn’t mind,” Phil added.

Ryan knew this was important. This was a step. He wasn’t sure exactly what kind of step it was, but it felt significant. It also felt a bit fated, considering he was wearing white briefs that looked a heck of a lot like the pair Lucas was sporting. He turned to look at Phil, who just stared back expectantly. Ryan could actually see the bulge of the guy’s cock poking out against his khakis. This was such a dumb idea, he knew.

Ryan rolled to his back, his hands going to his waist, and he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and then wiggled out of them. Lucas sat up, staring down at him with excitement. “We match!” he said happily.

After Ryan tossed his jeans away, Phil said, “Ryan, could you maybe lift Lucas up over your head? Hands on his back so he’s facing upward? And Lucas, you could do something… you know… artistic and graceful. Some sort of pose.”

“Will you, Dad?” Lucas asked.

With a sigh, Ryan rose, and Lucas quickly stood as well. “No, lie flat,” Ryan told him. “I think it’ll be easier.”

Lucas returned to his back, and Ryan bent over him, sliding one hand under his neck and the other under his thighs. He straightened, adjusted his hands a bit, and then easily lifted Lucas over his head. Lucas giggled, and then adopted an artistic and graceful pose.

“Perfect,” Phil breathed, circling around them, snapping pics. Ryan saw him glance more than once at his crotch. “Okay, now lower him until he can hold on to your neck and you can support him under his… butt.”

Ryan lowered his son, who wrapped his arms around his neck and his long legs around his waist. Lucas looked at him, smiling, and then he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“Can you do that again?” Phil asked, almost frantically. “I missed it. That’s wonderful.”

Lucas leaned in again and once again pressed his lips against Ryan’s. Then he held it, because Phil was circling them taking more pictures. Lucas pressed his lips a little bit harder. They spread a bit and and a sigh escaped them.

There was the quickest flick of a tongue, so fast and then gone that Ryan could almost believe he’d imagined it. Almost. Then Lucas leaned forward, putting his mouth close to Ryan’s ear and whispered, “I’m getting a boner, Dad.”

“Try thinking of something gross,” Ryan suggested.

“Like what?”

“Like… a fat old lady naked.”

“Ooooo, gross,” Lucas said, screwing up his face.

“Okay, could we get Lucas on his back?”

Ryan laid him down, checking his crotch, which seemed to be mostly boner free.

“Good, now you down next to him?” Phil instructed. “Maybe… lay your head on Lucas’ stomach? Uh, facing the other way,” he said, when Ryan had laid his head facing Lucas’ face. He turned his head, suspiciously, his eyes full of his son’s cock. “Now, Lucas, maybe just put your hands in your dad’s hair. Lovely.”

Ryan understood the image Phil was creating, and he said nothing.

“Dad, do a raspberry like before,” Lucas said. “He does raspberries sometimes,” Lucas said to Phil.

“A raspberry doesn’t work all that great for a camera,” Ryan pointed out.

“Well, just pretend,” Lucas said. “Like you’re doing it except don’t. And I can pretend I’m laughing.”

“That’s a great idea, Lucas,” Phil said, praising the boy and at the same time manipulating Ryan into doing what would likely look very different than what Lucas was thinking.

As Ryan turned over though, and moved his head down to the perfection of his son’s stomach, he knew something more than a raspberry was happening. Ryan slid his right hand under Lucas’ cocked right leg, and laid his hand on his son’s left thigh, which was flat on the floor. He gripped it, and then pressed his lips against Lucas’ stomach. Unable to stop himself, he slid his tongue out, tasting his boy’s skin.

“That tickles,” Lucas said. “For real.”

Ryan felt his son tense as he mimed laughing. For his part, Ryan pulled the boy closer and kissed his stomach. Then again. Shuddering, he slid his tongue for about two inches just above the waistband of his low-rise bikini briefs.

“Dad,” Lucas said, worried and giving a warning at the same time.

Ryan already understood his son’s distress. As he watched, his lips still pressed against his flat tummy, Lucas’ slim little cock began to grow. It lengthened and began to lift almost vertically, stretching the white cloth of his briefs. Ryan just stared.

Phil didn’t say a word, but he, too, was aware of the change, and he was taking pictures as fast as his finger could click.

“Dad?” Lucas asked, his voice a bit strained as he lifted his head enough to look past his dad’s obstructing head. His voice lowered to a whisper, as if Phil wasn’t right there. “Dad, it’s sticking up. Can… can you make it flat at least?”

Ryan lifted his mouth from Lucas’ belly, his eyes locked with Phil’s through the camera lens. Slowly, deliberately, he slid his left hand down and hooked a finger under the waistband of Lucas’ briefs and he lifted, not as far as he could have, but just enough so that his right hand, which he’d pulled back, could slide inside the warm, slightly sweaty confines until he found his son’s cock. Fingers tingling, heart racing, and his cock pressing almost painfully into the floor, he slid his thumb and two fingers slowly up the length of his boy’s cock until he could gently pry it loose from the little pocket of cloth in which it was caught, and lower it gently downward until it was lying flat. Then he withdrew his hand and let the waistband snap gently back into place. Phil’s camera was a steady series of clicks through it all.

“Is it okay, Dad?” Lucas asked. “Here?”

“It’s okay,” Ryan said, but not to Lucas. Maybe not even to Phil, though he took it that way obviously.

“That’s a normal reaction here, Lucas,” Phil said gently. “Nothing to worry about.”

“I know,” Lucas said. “My dad says underwear is okay and boners are okay and being naked is okay as long as you take care of your little problem in your room.” Lucas was rambling nervously.

“Boners are okay,” Phil said. He crept slowly forward and knelt, his attention obvious. Ryan just watched him, not moving. “Is it okay if I take pictures of it? It looks like a really nice one.”

“It is?” Lucas asked. “I… I don’t got hairs yet.”

“Th-that’s okay,” Phil said hoarsely, swallowing hugely, trying to wet an obviously dry mouth. “Some people think they look better without hairs.”

“They do?” Lucas asked skeptically, rising to his elbows so he could look down at himself. Ryan leaned back a bit, feeling a bit surreal, aware of what was happening, what was being said, but somehow separated from it. Distant and apart.

“Well, it’s hard to tell really,” Phil said softly, cautiously, looking at Ryan guiltily, warily. “Cause, you know, I can’t really see it.”

Lucas looked down at his protruding crotch and bit his lip uncertainly. He looked at Ryan. “Dad… is it okay?”

Ryan looked at him, and then looked at Phil. He rose to his feet, and Lucas gasped as he saw his father’s swollen crotch. Ryan walked to Phil, who looked at him wide-eyed, like he was about to bolt. Ryan leaned close and said, “If they get out… if I ever see them online, I’ll end you, do you understand?” Phil nodded rapidly.

Ryan didn’t know why he was letting this happen. He knew he shouldn’t. It was crazy. What did he hope to gain? Giving a perv some pics of his naked and erect kid? Maybe to sell to Russians or something? The thought of those pictures out in the world made his cock ache, despite what he’d told Phil.

Ryan went back to Lucas and laid down beside him. He placed a gentle hand on his son’s belly and caught his eye, which had to tear itself away from the bulge in his dad’s briefs. “It’s okay if you want to,” he said.

Lucas looked to Phil, then down at his own erection, and then over to Ryan’s before finally meeting his dad’s eyes. “I wanna,” he said, eyes sparkling with barely contained fear and excitement. Then, his eyes never leaving his dad’s, he reached down, lifted his hips, and pushed his briefs down over his erect twelve-year-old penis. The camera was snapping before his fingers even touched his briefs and continued non-stop.

Ryan slid back along the floor and sat up, his cock aching. Lucas looked at him shyly, then began to pose. He stretched, and arched his back, then twisted his body, hiding it before thrusting it out. He rose to his knees, boner bouncing, offering it up. Ryan watched it all feeling a bit numb, as if he had blown his circuits, unable to take any more sexual excitement.

“Touch it,” Phil said, moving in close as Lucas lay on his back, his left arm above his head, his right leg cocked, his back arched just a bit.

Lucas slid his hand down along his body, teasingly. His fingers crept across his hairless groin, then slid to the side, not touching, but down until he was gripping the inside of his right thigh, the back of his hand against his little balls. Then he turned his head, gently tickling the little orbs before taking them in his hand, cupping them. Then his fingers slid up along his twitching shaft, zigzagging upward as his breathing quickened. The whole time, he stared into Ryan’s eyes.

“Maybe,” Phil croaked with a desperate look at Ryan, “maybe we could reverse it. And… Lucas, you could… you could pretend to give your dad a raspberry, like he did.”

“Do you want to, Dad?” Lucas asked softly.

“Do you?” Ryan replied.

A pause. “I do if you want to. It’s okay. I like modeling.”

Knowing it was a mistake, knowing there was so much more than modeling happening here, Ryan said softly, “Okay.”

Ryan cast a last look at Phil, and then turned slowly onto his back, swiveling until he was laid out as Lucas had been. When Ryan settled, his eyes found his son, who was staring intently at the huge bulge in his white briefs.

Lucas turned over onto his stomach then slid closer, his eyes never leaving his father’s cock. Closer and closer, until he was mere inches away from the lewd display of Ryan’s obscenely bulging briefs. Ryan for his part put his head back and covered his face with his arms, resigning himself to whatever happened.

As Phil snapped furiously, now openly squeezing his cock through his pants, Lucas leaned down and touched his lips to his father’s stomach, his cheek no more than two inches from the fat head of his dad’s cock. Ryan stifled a moan as he felt his son’s tongue slide along his stomach.

Ryan heard something. Some muffled, whispered word. He turned his head and opened his eyes to slits, staring under his arms to where Phil was miming a motion to Lucas, who was shaking his head. Phil mouthed, ‘It’s okay’. Then he nodded a couple more times and repeated the action with his hand. Ryan understood immediately what Phil was saying and asking, and he did nothing.

Ryan felt Lucas’ hand brush against his thigh, then his hip, and then his stomach. It slid over, and he felt small fingers curling under the waistband of his briefs. “Dad? Is it okay?” Lucas whispered.

Ryan pretended not to hear.

Hesitation. Another silent assurance from Phil. Then Ryan felt his briefs being pulled up and then back, baring his cock to his son and to this stranger. Down and down, the cool air on his fevered cock. Click, click, click. Lucas’ hand stopped when the waistband of Ryan’s underwear cleared his large, hairy balls. Another peek after a slight adjustment of his arms, to see Lucas just staring. Avidly. In awe. In… desire?

Lucas licked his lips, his eyes full of his dad’s cock. Then Ryan’s underwear slid back up a little as they were released… and a small hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

Ryan almost came right then. As it was, his cock bucked in Lucas’ hand and burbled out a bubble of precum. Lucas seemed to follow that droplet with his eyes, and then he was leaning forward and Ryan knew he was about to lick it up. Lucas’ tongue got to within an inch of his father’s cock before Ryan grew a backbone.

“Okay, we’re done,” he said hoarsely, moving to sit up, which caused his cockhead to slide ever so briefly against his son’s lips before he scooted back and stuffed it back into his briefs. He stood, cock aching for release, but doing what he felt was right. Late though he was to do it. “Get dressed, Lucas,” he said.

Ryan stalked over to Phil, his 6’2” frame versus Phil’s 5’9”, his 185 lbs to Phil’s… well, probably 185 lbs. Phil looked ready to faint. Ryan held out his hand. Phil couldn’t pretend he didn’t know what Ryan wanted, and he didn’t even hesitate to give it.

Ryan took the camera, flipped it over and removed the memory card. He handed the camera back. “I’ll send you everything up till… you know.”

“Of course,” Phil said faintly.

Ryan just stared at him for long moments, then nodded and turned, grabbing his clothes and dressing quickly. Lucas didn’t say a word, already struggling into his clothes and trying to gather up the rest. Ryan joined him and they walked out side by side.

As they put the clothes in the back of the SUV, Lucas asked softly, worriedly, “Did I do something wrong, Dad?”

Ryan turned to his son, took him by the shoulders and then pulled him close. As he ran his fingers through the boy’s short blond hair, he murmured, “No, honey, I did.”

End of part four

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The Son Also Rises – Part three
by
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Ryan ended up cooking two nights in a row. That hadn’t happened in quite some time. Mason had spent the night a few times in the past, and Ryan always cooked. As a single parent he felt this need to prove himself to other parents, and he didn’t want it getting back to Mason’s mom that he’d been served Hot Pockets and tater tots.

After what had happened earlier, Ryan found himself reexamining all those previous sleepovers, looking for some clue that would confirm what he was already pretty sure about. If he was sure about anything. He wondered how long it had been happening. He wondered if he should be upset, or be worried. Mason was younger than Lucas. Would it be considered some sort of molestation? Was Mason ten or eleven? Did it matter?

Ryan had showered before dinner, and he was dressed in a long muscle shirt and sweatpants. He wanted to be prepared to hide himself if that proved necessary. Ryan had hopes that at least for this night that he wouldn’t have to look at Lucas in tight little briefs. He’d done the boy’s laundry, so Lucas couldn’t claim he had to wear stuff he’d long outgrown.

Those hopes were dashed a bit after dinner. Full of spaghetti and garlic bread, he sent the boys off to shower and get ready for the evening while he cleaned. He just happened to be passing the hallway that led to Lucas’ room and the hall bathroom when the boys emerged from the steamy room together. At least they were wearing towels.

Ryan was still unpacking the probable fact that Lucas and Mason had showered together when the boys emerged from Lucas’ room. He gave an internal groan of despair when he saw them. Lucas came first, looking proud and a bit mischievous, wearing another pair of tiny bikini briefs. These fit at least. They were appropriately sporting rainbow colors. The surprise was Mason, walking bashfully behind Lucas, also clad only in a pair of briefs. These were at least the traditional Y-front design, and they had little Lego Stormtroopers on either side of the plain white front panel, which was showing a modest little lump. Realizing he’d looked, Ryan looked away. The cartoon undies made it even worse; it made Mason’s tender age much too apparent.

“So, more zombies tonight?” Ryan asked, deciding to ignore the way they were dressed. Ryan wondered if they were doing it deliberately, and why.

“See, I told you he wouldn’t care,” Lucas said to Mason. Lucas came and sat on Ryan’s right, and for a moment Ryan had equal measures of hope and fear that Mason would take his left, but the younger boy instead went and sat to the right of Lucas.

The next two hours were a sort of sweet torture. They watched a Star Wars movie while Ryan made popcorn and the boys giggled and whispered and wrestled on the couch. At one point, Ryan was sure he saw a prominent little tent in Mason’s briefs, but it was quickly hidden away and he allowed that it might have just been the light and wishful thinking.

When the boys finally went off to bed, Ryan found himself wishing he had a camera in his son’s room. Then he chided himself over the absolute perviness of the thought. He considered standing outside Lucas’ door again, but he didn’t.

Ryan occupied himself the rest of the evening watching Youtube and checking his Instagram, which had still more comments for Lucas and requests for more along with a few ‘hot’ and ‘sexy’ comments that brought him mixed feelings. When he finally started yawning, he looked at the clock, amazed to see that more than three hours had passed.

Ryan was already regretting the next morning, because he knew he couldn’t sleep in with Mason over. Had to keep up the appearance of attentive super-parent. With that thought in mind, he decided to do the responsible thing and check in on the boys before he went off to bed. Ryan didn’t look in on Lucas every night, but it wasn’t an unusual thing for him to do.

So after turning off the tv and closing up his laptop he cleaned up the last bit of detritus left behind by the boys and then went down the hall to Lucas’ room. Not wanting to wake them, for what he told himself were completely unselfish reasons, he quietly opened the door.

He shouldn’t have.

Lucas’ bed was to the left of the door, with the foot of the bed facing the window opposite. When Ryan opened the door, the light from the hallway spilled into the dark room, throwing a fan of light on the boys. The nude boys.

If there was any doubt in Ryan’s mind about what the boys had been up to, it was dispelled in that glorious glow of illumination. Lucas was lying mostly on his stomach, closest to the door, while Mason was between Lucas and the wall. Mason was on his back, with Lucas’ right arm over his chest, and his right leg draped over Mason’s thigh.

The first thing Ryan really noticed when he opened the door was Lucas’ ass. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen it before, but though he saw it every day, he realized that it had changed somehow in the few years since he’d last seen it bare. Firm and round, it protruded out in a way that brought the word ‘plump’ to mind, though there was no fat there. It was a true bubble butt. Ryan could make out just the barest hint of shadowy something between his legs, but it was too dark to really get a look.

He got a hell of a look at Mason however. The younger boy, ten or eleven, Ryan still didn’t know, lay breathing deeply, his mouth open slightly, his lips full and kissable. That was the thought in Ryan’s head, that a ten or eleven year old boy had kissable lips. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He knew he was likely being influenced by the perfect little erection the boy was sporting. It was about as thick as Ryan’s thumb, and about as long, maybe two-and-a-half inches. Unlike Lucas, Mason’s foreskin was attached, a little funnel of skin adding another three-quarters of an inch to his length. It was pointing up to his chin, bobbing a bit and occasionally twitching. The urge to crawl into the bed and take that tiny thing into his mouth was nearly overpowering, and before his willpower could crumble, or the boys could wake and see him standing there with an enormous bulge in his pants, he backed out of the room and walked slowly to his own room, his heart pounding with fear and lust.

He was ten. Or maybe eleven. Like it mattered. Ryan was hating himself.

---

Ryan didn’t have an opportunity to show the responses to Lucas’ pic on Instagram until after school on Monday. Mason’s mom picked him up after a hearty bacon and egg breakfast and Lucas disappeared into his room until that afternoon. Lucas did two hours a day via video and then was supposed to work another three hours on his own. Lucas rarely did more than an hour, and Ryan didn’t press him because he knew his son was acing all of his classes. By then, the pic had earned 1,532 likes and was up to 42 comments, mostly of the emoji variety.

Ryan was amused when Lucas emerged from his room that he was still wearing the rainbow undies from the night before, but he’d put on a shirt for the video conference. At least Ryan assumed he still wore the rainbow undies, as the shirt was just long enough to hide them. Lucas could almost be naked under the shirt.

“Hey, you’re famous,” Ryan said by way of greeting.

“I am?” Lucas asked, coming to stand before him. Ryan was sitting on the sofa with his laptop in his lap.

“I posted that pic of you practicing the other day on my Insta account,” Ryan told him.

“Why?” Lucas asked, not crossly, but just out of curiosity. He did sometimes tease Ryan about his account and the shirtless pics he posted.

“Because you looked really cool,” Ryan explained. “Anyway, you got a hell of a response.”

“I did?”

Ryan nodded. “Wanna see?” he asked.

“Okay!” Lucas said, excited, and he joined Ryan on the couch. He sat down cross-legged next to him, causing his t-shirt to ride up and reveal that he was not in fact naked underneath.

Ryan turned the laptop to face his son.

“Wow, that’s a lot of likes,” Lucas said, reading. “Can I see the comments?”

“Sure,” Ryan said, just a bit uneasily. He began to scroll down through him.

Lucas snickered and looked at his dad with a smile. “Eggplant emoji. Do you know what that means?” Before Ryan could answer, Lucas continued, “It means a boner. You know, when your dick gets stiff?”

“Yes, I know what a boner is,” Ryan said dryly.

“Yeah, I know,” Lucas said with a knowing grin, and Ryan was reminded of the near flashing he’d almost given the boy.

Eyes back on the laptop, Lucas said, “They said I’m sexy. And hot.”

“Uh-huh,” Ryan said noncommittally.

Lucas looked up at him. “Am I?” he asked. “Sexy and stuff?”

“You,” Ryan began, giving his son a critical eye, “are the sexiest boy ever.” Then, moving the laptop to the cushion beside him, he quickly attacked his son, tickling his ribs.

Lucas shrieked and tried to get away, his eyes shining with excitement. Ryan didn’t relent, moving so that he was hovering over the boy, still tickling with one hand while he attacked Lucas’ neck, making ‘nom nom’ sounds while wetly kissing him. Lucas giggled and tried to squirm away. It was something father and son used to do a lot of in the past, but Ryan realized they hadn’t done in quite awhile. Still, he remembered where all Lucas’ ticklish spots were, which was honestly just about everywhere.

Lucas was bucking his body up against Ryan’s trying to force him off him, but Ryan was much too strong, and Lucas was laughing too hard to really concentrate on the effort. Remembering what else he used to do, Ryan slid down on the sofa a bit, and still holding his son down with one hand, he pulled up the boy’s shirt and began to blow raspberries against his stomach.

“No! Dad! I’m gonna pee!” Lucas screamed with laughter.

Ryan gave his son two or three more wet, noisy raspberries and then relented. They were both breathing hard, especially Lucas, who covered his eyes with his crossed arms, still giggling. Ryan was lying on Lucas’ left leg. The boy’s right was cocked and against the back sofa cushions. Ryan had his left hand between Lucas’ right thigh and the cushion, where he’d been pressing down against his chest to keep him in place.

As Ryan rose to his right elbow, he looked down. Less than a foot away from his face, Lucas’ rainbow colored briefs were being stretched by a very obvious and very stiff erection. He felt his mouth go dry, as his eyes tried to drink in the sight. It was difficult to tell exactly how big his son’s cock was, but Ryan guessed somewhere between three and four inches. He desperately wanted to pull back those little briefs and see it in all its naked glory.

A noise made Ryan look up and he saw Lucas staring at him. Ryan looked downward again and then rose up, sitting back on the sofa. “Sorry,” he said, not sure what else to say.

“Sorry,” Lucas said at the same time, sitting up and pulling the hem of his t-shirt down over his rebellious organ. “I didn’t mean…”

“It’s not…” Ryan said at the same time. He tried a smile. “Don’t sweat it, kiddo,” he said. “You’re growing up.”

“It just… happens,” Lucas said, blushing.

“Hey,” Ryan said, “I was twelve once myself.”

“Yeah,” Lucas muttered, hardly mollified.

“And don’t think you get any better control over it as you get older,” Ryan grinned. “As you saw yesterday morning.”

Lucas did grin then. “Do you still get ’em for no reason?”

“Uh… yeah,” Ryan said, and then very deliberately made a show of adjusting his very hard cock in his shorts. Lucas laughed. “See?” Ryan said. “It’s a guy thing. Better get used to it.”

“Yeah,” Lucas said, then his smile melted, and he twisted his mouth wryly, “it’s just embarrassing.”

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed,” Ryan said, scooting over and hugging his son against his side with an arm around his shoulders. “It’s just a part of being a guy. The things have minds of their own. You should never be embarrassed about it. Especially here at home. Just don’t go whipping it out in public.”

Lucas giggled.

“You ready for some lunch?” Ryan asked. He knew he was.

---

Over grilled cheese and chicken noodle soup, father and son talked about nothing. Lucas did ask if he was going to take any more pics of him for Instagram, pointing out that lots of people were asking for more. Making sure he really wanted to, Ryan said he’d be happy to do so.

Later, Ryan finished an intense workout, then grabbed his phone out of the docking station in the garage, muscles burning and feeling great. He walked through the kitchen, snagging a bottle of water out of the refrigerator on his way to the sliding doors where he could see Lucas dancing.

He really was such a graceful boy when he danced. Lucas was dressed today in another pair of tights, this time a light gray. Ryan stepped outside, grateful for the cool breeze on his sweaty flesh. He stood there admiring his son, who gave him a smile of greeting but continued dancing. Ryan couldn’t help his gaze sliding downward over Lucas’ slender body to his center. The hem of the tights was apparently right in between Lucas’ small nuts, so that the sac was spread and there was a little grape-sized orb on either side of it. Lying straight up was the unmistakable outline of his son’s penis, the rim of his glans clearly visible.

“Do you want me to just get pics like this, or do you want to pose?” Ryan asked.

“Uh, pose I think,” Lucas answered, relaxing.

“So pose away, my little supermodel,” Ryan smiled.

“Your sexy little supermodel,” Lucas reminded him with a grin.

“Very sexy,” Ryan joked.

“I won’t be able to hold it long, so be ready, okay?”

“Got it,” Ryan assured him.

Lucas turned a bit, so that his left profile was to Ryan, and then he went effortlessly up onto the toes of his right foot, his left leg went back and then up while his right arm flew forward elegantly and his left went back, his hand nearly touching his heel. Ryan quickly snapped three pictures before Lucas sank back to both feet.

“Did you get it?” Lucas asked, coming close.

“Let’s see,” Ryan said, going back through the pics. They were all pretty much the same, but they were clear and well framed. Ryan had been doing pics and selfies long enough to have some skill in the area, and he had a natural photographer’s eye, which helped a great deal with his real estate job.

“Do you want me to do any more?” Lucas asked.

“Sure, kiddo,” Ryan said. “Show me what you’ve got.”

“Like this?” Lucas asked, gripping his tights on either side and pushing them down. He only went down a few inches, stopping about an inch above the root of his dick, then stopped laughing. “You should see your face,” he teased, pulling the tights back into place.

“Very funny,” Ryan said, masking the beating of his heart.

“How about this?” Lucas asked. He stepped up to the side of the house and leaned his left shoulder against it, then he lifted his right leg backwards, and kept on lifting until it was perpendicular to the other, a straight line from heel to heel, broken only by the lump of his little balls. Lucas took his heel in his right hand and his toes in his left then stood there grinning at his dad.

“How do you even do that?” Ryan asked, a bit awed as he snapped a few pics from slightly different angles. Lucas apparently had no issues holding this amazing pose.

“I stretch a lot,” Lucas grinned. “It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”

“I’d be screaming in pain,” Ryan said.

“Ready for another one?” Lucas asked. When he got a nod from Ryan, he turned his back, then quickly went into a handstand. Then he spread his legs until they were perfectly horizontal. Ryan took several pics, especially taken with the perfection of Lucas’ pointed toes.

“One more, okay?” Lucas asked, going off the patio and out into the yard. “I’m gonna jump right in the middle of the porch, okay? So be ready.”

“I will be ready,” Ryan assured him, and then fixed the camera where he thought the shot would go off, holding it steady and watching out of the corner of his eye as Lucas got a running start and then flew. Literally flew. Okay, maybe not literally, but it was like there was a gazelle traipsing through his backyard.

Lucas’ legs once again went perpendicular to one another in that impossible stretch, while his head went back, his chest arched, his arms outstretched, even his fingers delicately posed. It was glorious, and Ryan got lucky and captured it perfectly, his phone on its side to get a wide angle.

As Lucas came up to him, grinning, Ryan looked at him with a bit of awe and said, “Lucas, that was beautiful. Incredible.” Lucas smiled, and Ryan reached out, took Lucas and lifted him easily into the air. Lucas laughed and then Ryan lowered him until they were face to face and hugged him to him. “I’m so proud of you, you know that, right?”

Lucas’ blue eyes sparkled as he smiled and said, “I know, Dad.” Then he leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips. It was a brief kiss, like always, but Ryan felt his lips tingling as Lucas put his head on Ryan’s shoulder and wrapped his long, slender legs around his waist. Ryan didn’t need to, but he took advantage of the situation and dropped his hands down to Lucas’ magnificent ass, just holding him there.

“I love you, too, Dad,” Lucas breathed against his neck.

—

The likes and comments kept coming. It was late and Lucas had gone to bed some time ago. Ryan lay in bed, naked with a sheet pulled to his waist. It was tented. There was something about knowing that all of these people were staring at his beautiful boy, likely blowing up the shots to see his little cock and balls molded against the thin cloth of his tights, that was really turning him on. There were comments about his beauty and flexibility, but it was the inappropriate ones that inflamed Ryan. ‘I want to lick him’ read one. ‘That’s how you fill out a pair of tights’ said another. There were more eggplant emojis. Ryan knew he should delete the bad comments, but he didn’t. He wondered if he should show them to Lucas. He wondered what Lucas would think about some random guy wanting to lick him, or talking about his cock. Ryan had zoomed in on all the pictures once he was alone, and Lucas’ little dick was clear in every one of them. The thought made his cock twitch.

Ryan slid out of bed. He was suddenly overcome with a desire, a need, to see Lucas. He crept quietly through the dark house, his cock bobbing stiffly before him. He looked down at the shadowy shaft staring up at him as he stood at Lucas’ door. He wasn’t sure what he was doing. He wasn’t sure of a lot of things these days. These feelings and thoughts. They were wrong. He knew that. He opened the door.

There was moonlight out the bedroom window at the wall opposite Lucas’ bed. It cast a square of light that didn’t quite reach the bed. Still, there was enough light to make out Lucas lying there, and Ryan’s eyes were well adjusted to the dark. His son lay on his stomach, his left leg out straight, but his right cocked about as high as it could go, so that the lower half of the boy’s body was actually a bit on its side rather than flat down. A thin sheet was pulled up to his waist, but didn’t cover that right leg.

Ryan stood there staring down at his son while his cock continued to stretch upward. Lucas looked so innocent lying there, his mouth slightly open, his breath soft. Ryan reached out and pulled the sheet back slowly, just a few inches. Just enough to show him Lucas was still wearing the orange and gray briefs he’d lounged around in that evening. He realized that he’d been hoping that Lucas would be naked in bed again. He remembered staring at his son’s ass the night before. In fact, Lucas’ ass was becoming a bit of an obsession with him. He pulled back the sheet even more.

Ryan knelt, looking at his boy’s face, looking for any sign of waking. Lucas continued to sleep soundly. Ryan’s heart was beating a rapid tattoo in his chest. Slowly and oh so gently, he reached out and put his hand on the back of Lucas’ thigh. He just let it rest there. It was so soft and warm. With glacial slowness, he slid it upward, up over the fleshy mound of his son’s ass. His breathing was fast and his hand was actually trembling. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He squeezed, softly, and he felt a rivulet of precum sliding down his shaft.

Moving his hand very slightly, reaching just a bit deeper, Ryan felt his fingers sliding over Lucas’ nuts. He slid his fingers along them as far as he dared, feeling the little nuggets shift away from his fingers as he pressed. Ryan imagined turning Lucas over. In his mind, Lucas didn’t wake, and he slowly worked his little briefs off him, then took his soft young cock into his mouth, sucking it gently, feeling it lengthen in his mouth. His cock lurched and Lucas made a noise.

Ryan froze. When Lucas didn’t move or make another sound after nearly a minute, he slowly stood. He’d risked too much. He had to leave. He stood there, staring past his cock at his son’s gentle, innocent face. Those soft, full lips, so pink and kissable, were spread slightly. Screaming at himself inside to stop, he leaned forward and gripped the headboard with his left hand. With his right, he pushed down on his cock, and then leaned forward and crouched down enough that he was able to just barely kiss the fat, leaking head of his cock against his son’s lips.

Ryan moaned softly, moving the head of cock back and forth over Lucas’ lips, hating himself but unable to stop. Then he felt it. He had seconds only, and he lurched out into the hallway, his left hand cupping the head of his cock as he emptied his balls, the hot goo barely contained by his fingers and dripping onto the floor. With a handful of cum, Ryan made his way to Lucas’ bathroom and rinsed his hands in the sink, letting his seed swirl down the drain. He squeezed his cock, bringing up the last of it and then washed again.

Feeling shame and shock at what he’d done, Ryan went back down the hall to his son’s room where the boy still lay sleeping gently. He eased the door shut, swearing he would never do anything like that again.

End of part three

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