So then, by the time I’m ready to go and Noah needs to rise and get ready for school, he’s still in bed. It’s become routine these days for me to knock on his door and insist that he wake up and get going. If I’m being honest, though, I think I love this new routine of ours.

I know I’m biased, but I do believe that Noah is the most adorable boy I’ve ever known, but he is especially cute when he sleeps. When I call his name to wake him, the boy makes the most alluring noises as he struggles against waking and stubbornly tries to go back to sleep. I always smile and gently insist that he resist the urge to fall back into sweet dreams.

However, my verbal attempts never seem to do the trick, so I enter Noah’s room, sit on the bed next to him, and try to temperately shake him fully awake. The sweet-faced little scamp just moans, and protests—but honestly, the light moaning and sighing just end up turning me on.

And I can see that my presence and touch turns him on, too. I see it by the sizable tent that always arises during our morning exchanges. Inevitably, the boy implores me to stay home from work and be with him. However, as much as I wish I could, missing work is not an option. But, Noah’s incessant charm and our touching of one another’s bodies, I really have no choice but to cave to the boy’s desires… I can be a few minutes late to work, right?

I remove his sleeping clothes. As I undress him—and myself—his gorgeous blue eyes and adoring smile shine on me. The sight instantly gets my cock as hard as the boy’s bedpost every single time.

As my young twink turns over so I can have access to his beautiful, engorged boy boner, he comes fully awake. I swallow the tender morning treat whole and down my throat. I love the sounds we make as we both relish in one another’s sex. I just can’t keep my hands off my son’s spectacular little body as my tongue works up and down Noah’s morning wood.

As a notable amount of precum oozes out of my son’s swollen penis head and the sugary nectar slid over my tongue, I could definitely tell he’d cum soon if we didn’t trade positions. The way his body twists in synchronicity with mine, it seems he feels the same.

It never ceases to amaze me how quickly Noah has learned to give brilliant and adept blowjobs. And I’ll just say it plainly—my cock is pretty much as long and big around as my forearm- which is saying a lot, honestly, since I work out at the gym five days a week. Still, my son can really fit that sucker into his mouth!

As usual, I roar my approval, lean over and firmly squeeze my boy’s thick, baby-smooth buttocks. My happy little twink loudly moans his own approval despite taking my extra-large meat impossibly deep into his mouth and throat.

After squeezing and touching and fondling Noah’s stunning body and ass, I am quick to realize that I need to fuck him. But, as much as I desperately want to power-fuck him, I am also quick to remember that the boy had only taken my cock inside of him just a few nights ago. I still don’t really know if I was his first or not.

Either way, I have difficulty figuring out the geometry of how his tiny little anus could handle my erection. However, the sight of my heavenly boy’s face, my goodness, washes my fears away. Noah is so sweet and sensuous as he dearly begs me to go slow. He knows as well as I how badly I need to make the bed shake with him.

Sweat begins to form on both of our brows as the effort Noah took to allow my cock to fully enter him. The patience and diligence it took for me not to just plow him with wild abandon pushed us both to our limits.

Finally, Noah directs his warm, worshiping gaze deep into my eyes. He moans, nods eagerly, and gives me the go ahead. Now, inevitably, inescapably, there would be no holding back what our bodies want…