It took almost losing Brody and having the army pick up the pieces and give my son back to me to make me realize that all along I had wanted him as much as he wanted me. Now that we’ve found each other, we haven’t wasted a minute. At first I thought I needed to help him get over his crush on me and “be a man,” but I realized that neither of us really wanted that. Of course, he needs to grow up and be independent and capable, but he’ll always be his daddy’s boy.

The other evening, I came into the kitchen and found Brody cooking dinner for us. Time was when Brody wouldn’t even make his own sandwiches for lunch, and there he was stirring something up on the stove like he knew what he was doing. My heart just swelled with pride. My cock was swelling up, too, though. And it wasn’t the dinner my boy was fixing doing that.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of the two beefy melons of his ass swelling under the thin fabric of well worn sweatpants. That sweet musky tight hole that I had denied myself for too many years. I walked over and put my strong furry arms around him and pressed my body up against his back. He instantly went limp, falling back against me like I knew he would, grinding his ass against my crotch.

I’m a hot guy, and that’s just a fact. I’ve never taken for granted the effect I have on other men. It’s not very often that I get told, “no.” It’s just not. Another man’s lust for me is the most powerful aphrodisiac there is. I’ve never had the effect on any other man that I have on my son, though. I knew when I wrapped my arms around him that he would instantly be helpless in my grasp; mine to do anything I want with.

I kissed the back of his neck, pressing my prickly beard into his skin. I felt a tremor go through his body and a deep soft groan of lust in his chest that I felt almost as much as heard. He started grinding back against my hard cock with almost helpless desire. Yeah! My boy. My sweet son. My horny insatiable fuck toy.

He looked back over his shoulders with a shy grin as I sunk down to my knees and lowered his sweats. His beautiful ass came into view; the sweetest sexiest muscle butt I’ve ever laid eyes on. I can’t believe I made this boy out of the same cum that I was about to fuck into his body.

I ate him out against the stove, on the kitchen counter, on the breakfast bar stool. I could do that all day every day for the rest of my life. He was moaning and whimpering; right on the edge of bursting into tears with the pleasure of my tongue in his hole and his desire for my cock to replace it. Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had to be inside my boy. When I pressed my hard cock against his hole he opened right up, his tight hot ass almost pulling me balls deep into his hungry quivering body. Yeah, boy, daddy’s home, right where you want him!