I tip-toed down the hallway and peeked into my twinky little darling’s bedroom. My sweet, growing boy was at full-mast, huffing and puffing and really going at it!

His eyes were wide open and laser-focused on his boy rod. So was I, and I absolutely adored the ways in which Marcus cooed cute, sexy little grunts while he madly tugged at his meat. Standing there in the doorway, I sucked in a breath as I watched, mesmerized. I deeply longed to join him.

Then in a priceless moment, Marcus realized that I was standing in his doorway. It’s worth noting that the bedroom door to my son’s room was wide open. Clearly, Marcus was aware that I was home. Hmm.

I decided to just cut to the chase and flat out asked the boy—

“Did you want me to find you like this?”

—all the while never taking my eyes off my son’s cock. I couldn’t help but notice it was stiffer since my arrival.

The cheeky little devil just smirked and nodded with what I could have sworn was satisfaction. My dick jumped at the thought that surely I had somehow become my own son’s constant desire, a craving with seemingly no beginning or end.

And as Marcus unabashedly continued to stroke his wood, I thought about the ways in which my son expressed and delighted in his sexuality. Though still learning and growing as a sexual being, Marcus had already honed in on, and quickly discovered, several distinct primal tastes and sexual outlets. Our bedroom relationship has continued to grow and evolve; Marcus straight up admitted to me that my daddy dick is definitely one of his favorite things—and I love that!

I am also aware, though, that sometimes the boy needs to spend some alone time in his bedroom where he is free to tend to his own needs uninhibited and uninterrupted. But today was certainly not going to end up being one of those days—and Marcus sure didn’t seem to be bothered by that fact!

Once my suspicions were validated of what the boy wanted, I couldn’t help but slide right next to him on his bed. Marcus continued touching himself, except now with me so close next to him, his boyish maneuvers became slightly more erratic and impulsive.

May the sex gods have mercy, I just wanted to touch his ever-swelling cock already! So I kissed my son on the face as he moaned. Then I gently placed my hand on his and helped him tug. He rolled his head back against me and moaned even louder as I took control of the boy’s boner.

We spent quite some time taking turns handling the breathless twink’s erection. Marcus would work himself up into quite a sexy lather in the moments where he let me stroke him while he gently kneaded and massaged his balls.

My own primal needs quickly overtook me. I yanked off the boy’s skimpy briefs and peeled off my own pants. Soon, without any extra guidance or counseling, Marcus grabbed ahold of my private parts. I couldn’t help but emit long, shaky breaths as my son licked and kissed my massive daddy meat.

Soon, I instructed the boy to get on all fours and hold on tight. Marcus hummed and tittered at my every word and touch now. I rewarded my lovely lad with a rim job that I promise he’ll never forget.

The hollering boy’s hole was opening up to me the deeper I buried my tongue inside his sweet, sensitive love tunnel. Only in the moment where Marcus began to beg me to squeeze my cock inside of him did I change course. If I’m being perfectly honest with you, I easily could have spent the rest of our Sunday together dining on my son’s exquisite entry.

My fatherly duty to love and care for his son overrode my own needs, though. As Marcus continued to plead for my cock deep inside of him, I suddenly had nothing but the driving desire to seed my boy.

If you cared to know just how many positions I made love, had sex, and fucked my favorite boy , I couldn’t tell you. Honestly, with all of the heightened, erotically earnest, passionate bed-rocking that we engaged in, I lost count.

Instead, I’ll recount one of my favorite moments: As Marcus and I lie on our sides—him the little spoon, me the big spoon—I slowly, savoringly re-entered his tight boy-chute while I wrapped my arms around my son’s petite, well-toned build. Marcus cried out with astonished ecstasy as the engorged tip of my cock sunk into my son’s sweet spot.

Marcus lost all control, arched his back, tried to twist from side-to-side, and then shot a load that quite frankly, I won’t soon forget. The massive cumshot that I pumped into the twink’s perky, perfect ass—well, Marcus won’t allow me to forget those these days. He can’t stop talking about it..!