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“Oh no, Daddy dropped his ice cream!” I chuckle and shake my head at the mess I’ve made on my pants. My little angel, my son Julien, giggles next to me.
“Silly daddy!” he declares, happily munching on his own treat, chocolate smearing all over his adorable face. I flash a wide, genuine smile at my little sidekick, my mini me. I’d never known the depths you could love another person until I had my sweet boy. I feel like my heart could burst from the affection that floods my body whenever he’s around.
Unfortunately, I only get weekends with my baby boy, partial custody. It's not enough, my house is way too quiet without him. He spends the rest of the time with his mom, my ex. I shut down the wave of anger that threatens to surface. Our relationship was never that great, but by the end it was downright toxic. She’s probably out trying to find our son a new step daddy, maybe then she’ll finally have an excuse to cut me out completely.
I roll my eyes, focusing back on my precious boy. Julien has taken the whole separation pretty well. He’s never upset to be whisked back and forth, always ready with a smile, my little ray of sunshine. “Do you want to share my ice cream, Daddy?” he asks, offering me his sweet treat since mine is currently seeping into my jeans.
I nod and bend down to take a small bite, probably getting a healthy dose of slobber, but it's worth it when his face lights up. “Thank you, sweetheart. You know just how to make Daddy feel better.” I ruffle his hair.
I stand, needing to get out of my sticky jeans. I grab some stain remover and undo my pants. Cold air hits my dick as I remember I’m going commando. I look over at my son, still chomping away totally oblivious. He won’t notice, besides we’re all boys here. There's no shame in being naked.
I shove my pants down mad at myself for even hesitating, my ex really did a number on my mind. She acts as if I’m a monster just because I like men. I’m still me, damn it. I whip off my shirt too, fuck her. I take a deep breath to try to get a handle on my frustration, now is not the time, I need to focus on being Daddy.
I throw my clothes in the washer and realize I should probably wash Julien’s too. He managed to get more ice cream on him than in him. Kids.
I rejoin my baby boy in the kitchen, taking my vacated seat while I wait for him to finish.
Julien double takes my naked body and teases, “I can see Daddy’s privates!” His innocence is endearing.
“That’s right buddy, Daddy had to clean up his mess, remember?”
“Oh yeah, Daddy spilled his ice cream.”
“Exactly! And it looks like your clothes are looking pretty messy too. Take them off when you finish so Daddy can wash them.” He looks down at his food covered clothes and laughs.
“Oh no, I made a mess like daddy,” he says, thrusting the ice cream at me. I take it and he starts stripping right in the kitchen. He exposes every inch of boy flesh freely, he could have probably kept his underwear on, but oh well.
“Look, I’m naked like Daddy!” he sings, dancing around, his little boy nail wiggling in front of me. I laugh and snap a picture of my silly son, he is perfect. I wish I could wrap myself around him, keep him safe from the world, young and innocent forever.
Julien reaches up to take back what’s left of his ice cream, but I’m not paying attention. I’m too engrossed in thoughts of the future; his, mine… ours? His inept fingers fail to get the grip on the treat and the frozen dessert falls.
Almost as if in slow motion I can see it heading straight for my crotch. I can’t believe this is happening AGAIN. I brace, anticipating the cold… what I don’t plan for, can’t possibly expect is Julien chasing his treat into my lap.
“I’ve got it, Daddy!” He gasps bending to “clean” the mess. Holy shit! He starts sucking up the dropped, messy dessert. My eyes go comically wide as I stare at my kid innocently slurping and licking my daddy dick, not wanting to waste a drop.
Oh fuck! I really need to stop him, but it feels so fucking good. The cold ice cream melts away in his hot mouth, the temperature play rendering me speechless. I’m rock hard and throbbing, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His tongue swirls indecently over my tip and I grit my teeth to keep from cumming in his unsuspecting little face. Pleasure tingles up my spine, ugh, so close.
Julien pulls back, beaming with pride, “No more mess, Daddy.”
“Good job, buddy.” My voice is breathy. I want to push his hot mouth back on my aching dick, choke him until I shoot down his tiny throat. I push my hands under my thighs, I don’t trust myself not to blur the line between reality and fantasy in my current state.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?” I try to act like it's no big deal, that 7 inches of hard daddy meat isn’t pulsing right next to his innocent face.
“What’s wrong with your thingy?” He stares pointedly at my angry dick, the tip bright red and ready to blow.
“Nothing, sweetheart. That’s just what happens to big boys, sometimes their penises grow. You’ll learn one day when you're big and strong like Daddy.”
“But why?” he doubles down, kids always know when you’d rather let a topic die.
“Well… sometimes they get excited.” I flounder. Kill me.
“My pe-” he stops, unfamiliar with the word, we’ve clearly been neglecting his health education.
“Penis,” I help, still strained.
“My penis will grow big like Daddy’s one day?”
“You bet, sport.” I say, ready for the conversation to be over. The continued attention is not helping, I’m positively leaking. I’m just about to excuse myself to the bathroom to finish myself off when my baby shocks me to my core.
“Can I touch it, Daddy?” Oh fuck, this can’t be happening, absolutely not, no fucking wa–
“Sure, baby, go ahead.” My cock twitches in anticipation. Julien reaches out and pets me, running his fingers over the sensitive head. Oh god yes, I’m so fucking close. He has no idea what he’s doing but it doesn’t matter.
“See, ba-by, Daddy’s fine, oh yeah, totally fine, mmmf fuck.” My brain stops working, I wrap my large hand around his smaller one and start jacking hard and fast. Our fists fly together up and down as I explode, hot cum erupting between us. My spine bows and my toes curl under, I can’t breathe. I’m gripping my son’s hand tightly around my cock, experiencing the hottest orgasm I’ve ever had... Fuck, I crash down on the other side hard, feeling like a heel.
I let go and my sweet boy instantly pulls back, I stifle a groan. “Did I hurt you, Daddy?” he asks quietly. Shit, I’ve scared him.
“Oh, not at all, baby boy,” I promise emphatically, bending down to scoop him up. “You made Daddy feel really good.” I kiss him again and again, gently pecking his head, cheeks, nose, mouth, etc. “You did perfectly, sweetheart!”
He hugs me tight, relieved that I’m not upset and I absorb his warmth. Holding his small body, it's easy to believe that nothing can hurt us, like we’re in our own little bubble. We hang onto each other for a few minutes before I can’t take the discomfort. Between the ice cream and the drying cum, we’re in quite a state.
“Let’s go clean up, Goober,” I tease, keeping my tone light and playful, not letting him know the emotional storm brewing within. I’m torn between shame and mind numbing happiness, totally unsure which emotion will eventually win out.
We shower together which is a very enlightening experience post orgasm, my eyes rove hungrily over his little body and I imagine fucking his sweet face. I’m seeing my boy in a whole new light, he’s sexy, but oh so innocent. I want to eat him up.
I help him wash, paying extra attention to his special little boy parts. Rubbing my soapy hands over his small groin. He moans as I massage, making his little boy peen hard as he starts to squirm.
“Daddy, I feel funny.”
“Does it feel bad, baby?”
“Um… no,” he answers unsure.
“Do you want Daddy to stop?” I ask with bated breath, our newfound relationship could be over before it even begins.
“I don’t know,” he admits, his breathing speeding up.
“It’s okay buddy, Daddy’s here, just let it go.” I reassure him, continuing to tease. Confusion and pleasure war on his little face, but he lets me continue. I go a step further and rub a wet finger across his little boyhole, slipping the tip inside.
His body goes rigid and he whines. I’m pretty sure he’s having his first dry orgasm, still too young to cum. I hold him as his climax rips through him, still molesting his small body.
“Daddy stop!” he says when he’s had enough. I release his baby junk and lift him into the stream of water to finish rinsing off.
“Whatever you want, sport.” I say nonchalantly, trying to act like it wasn’t another life changing experience between father and son. He nods, quiet, surprisingly contemplative for one so small. I push him out of the shower, wrap him in a towel and kiss his little nose. “Go get dressed for bed.”
The minute he’s out of the room, I start stroking like a maniac, desperate to get off again. It only takes a minute, he’s got me so worked up. I growl and shoot my release at the wall, wishing it was my son's face.“That's it, take Daddy’s load baby.” I moan quietly, pleasure rippling at my core as I ride the waves of gratification.
As my orgasm subsides, I breathe a deep sigh of relief, exhausted. I rinse away the evidence and finish my shower. If I’m being honest with myself, I’m not totally comfortable with this new development, but I’m not ready to walk away from it either. I throw on some boxers and head to get my son ready for bed. His room is quiet and the light is already off. Did he fall asleep? Panic floods my body when I realize he’s not there. Fuck, did I scare him away?
I walk quickly through the small house, wandering from room to room. I still don’t see him and I start to sweat, “Julien, where are you bud?” I fight to keep my voice calm.
“In here Daddy,” he calls, and I double over in relief. He’s still here. I follow his voice and find him lying in my bed wearing nothing but his little paw patrol tighty-whities. “Can I sleep with Daddy tonight?” he asks sweetly.
“Of course, sweetheart,” I say, resigning myself to a very sexually frustrating night's rest. “Let’s go to bed,” I crawl in next to him and hold out my arm.
“Thanks, daddy!” he beams as he snuggles in close, “I love you.” He tries to kiss my cheek, but I turn my head as he descends. Our lips meet and I cup his face. It’s slow and soft, not quite the kiss between a father and son… but not the kiss of lovers either.
“I love you too. Goodnight, sweet boy.” I whisper against his mouth. He smiles and I guide his head to my chest. He fits against me perfectly, I drape my arm over his body, clutching my boy tight.
I wake up first the next morning, which is surprising. Usually I’m begging for just a few more minutes of peace. But my slumber was far from restful, my dreams were vivid and hot, starring one sexy little boy and his virgin holes. My cock is hard and pressed tight against his little boy bum.
“Hey bud, are you awake?” He doesn’t answer. I go a step further and squeeze his shoulder, still he doesn’t stir.
I free my aching dick and press it into his soft mounds, rubbing what I can reach of his exposed skin. He feels amazing, and I’m not even inside my sweet boy. I’m drunk with need and it's making me brave… and stupid. I pull down the back of his underpants, exposing his tight butt. He’s so close, tempting.
I run my cock between his cheeks, lodging my leaking head in his little thighs. So fucking good. I slowly start to rock, stroking my dick with the tight crevices of his small body. It feels amazing and I have to fight the temptation to move faster. I force myself into a steady pace, careful not to jostle the snoozing boy.
“Oh baby, you make Daddy feel so fucking good,” I whisper, watching his angelic relaxed face. I’m rutting now, my movements rougher, harder. I close my eyes tight, my impending satisfaction barrelling down my spine and into my cock.
“Daddy, what are you doing?” Julien asks, his speech slurred with sleep. My eyes whip open and I drown in his confused depths, flailing over the edge. Rope after rope of cum coats his thighs, seeping into his now dirty character underwear.
“Morn-ing, b- ugh, bab-y” I croak out, gripping him in a tight hug until my morning O releases its chokehold on my body. What a way to start the day.
“Daddy, I think I peed,” my son gasps in horror.
“It’s okay, baby, I’ll get you cleaned up.” I shoot out of bed, tuck away my spent cock, and carefully help Julien out of the cum soaked underwear, careful not to make a bigger mess.
“I’m going to pull apart your legs, sweetheart.” I say as I open his thighs. Fuck, his pink little rosebud winks up at me and my mouth waters. I want to eat his precious little peach, revel in his boy flavors.
Focus! I shake myself and shift back to the task at hand, using his spent underwear to wipe up the remaining mess from his legs and moist crack.
“All better, it's our little secret,” I tell him with a wink.
“I love you, Daddy, thank you!” he breathes. I sneak the underwear into my bedside drawer for later, and pull him up to stand on the edge of the bed. He wraps his arms around my neck and I lift my naked boy with ease. I give him another soft, sweet kiss, which he readily accepts.
“Let’s go get dressed, sport, the day is wasting.”
Julien laughs with glee, “Okay Daddy!”
The rest of the morning and afternoon pass without incident… or at any that he notices. Did I have to adjust myself in my pants more than once? Yes. Was I tempted to bend him over and break open his boypussy? Fuck yes! My sweet angel is tempting me down a naughty path.
After dinner, my baby boy asks me for dessert, more ice cream, the sweet treat that started this only a day ago. He gives me puppy dog eyes, begging. As if I ever tell him no?
“Okay, buddy, but let’s take our clothes off first. No messes that way!” I say enthusiastically, guaranteeing myself my own sweet treat.
“Yay, ice cream!” Julien cheers as he strips. “You too, daddy,” he runs up and tries to help me out of my pants.
“Yes, me too,” I laugh as I drop them to my ankles. My already stiff cock bounces free into Julien’s sweet face and he reaches out to touch it. I shudder and grab his hand, “Careful honey, don’t want to tease Daddy.”
“Sorry!” He smiles at me.
“Sit down, I’ll get your ice cream”
I open the freezer, and another genius idea strikes. “Oh no, bud. It looks like we only have one left. Do you mind sharing it with Daddy?”
“I don’t mind sharing,” my giving little angel promises, no hesitation.
I sit next to him and open the cold bar, holding it out for his little hand. I need him to get it nice and melty for my plan. I watch with anticipation as he slowly devours the dessert, making a beautiful mess. “Daddy’s turn!” I announce happily once it's the perfect consistency, and hold out my hand.
He obeys and I take a bite. “Yummy,” I tease him.
I carefully break off a chunk of melting bar and drop it into my lap, right onto my hard daddy dick. I wince, but know the moment of discomfort will be more than worth it.
“Oh no, Daddy is making another mess,” I say, feigning innocence.
“I’ll get it!” my little son yells before hoovering himself to my very happy appendage.
“That’s it honey, make sure it’s nice and clean for Daddy.”
He slurps and sucks, licking his way up every one of my 7 inches as I moan. “You’re so good at cleaning Daddy’s crotch.”
He teases and licks up every last drop before pulling off, but I’m not done yet. I offer the remaining ice cream, “Open up, baby.”
He opens his mouth wide, but instead of giving him the treat, I smear it all over my strained cock, focusing on the weeping head.
“Oops, guess I missed. Get that for Daddy, won’t you?”
Julien inhales my waiting dick, sucking the head as if his life depends on it.
“Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck” I moan as I climax directly on his tongue, mixing my daddy milk with the frozen cream, a super special treat only for my baby boy. “Keep going, baby, get every last drop.” I encourage him,
My hips buck and I grip the chair, holding on for dear life as my muscles tighten past the point of comfort. The apex of my pleasure overwhelms me and my world goes black. I fight to the surface and little by little relearn to breathe, little Julien is still between my legs lapping up the leftovers of our sweet treat, expertly teasing my balls.
“Was that good, sweetheart?” I ask him as I pat his head.
He nods. “Ice cream is my favorite, Daddy,” he says innocently.
“Mine too, baby, mine too.”