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“I want to go like Belle, daddy!” I heard my first grader yell from his bedroom. I heaved a sigh and closed my eyes. My wife giggled beside me.
“That’s okay honey,” I yelled back, “why don’t you get the dress out of the closet and I’ll be right with you.” My wife giggled again and with a scowl that didn’t pack any heat, I imitated her voice from all those months ago, “What’s the harm?”
Ever since my wife Janine bought him that damn Belle and the Beast dress, for last year’s Halloween, it was all Ben wanted to wear on our Daddy-son-date-day. What’s the harm? I wasn’t troubled by my son wanting to wear a dress. He was all boy in everything else, and even if he hadn’t been, I’d still love him dearly. I wasn’t homophobic or anything like that; I would love my son just as much if he liked boys over girls. The problem was that ever since Ben wore that dress, ever since I needed to help him get into the dress, every time I had ... thoughts. Bad thoughts. How convenient a dress would be when Ben sat on my lap. Dirty thoughts. How that little piece of bikini briefs that came with the dress would feel against my bare cock. Thoughts that made me want to take him to a different movie theatre, rip the dress of his little body and –
My wife giggled again. “I would hurry if I were you. He might have gotten to my lipstick already.”
“Fuh-“ I jumped of the couch and went down the corridor to my sons room. As I peeked inside the open door I came to a full stop.

Ben hadn’t gotten to the lipstick. He hadn’t even tried to put on the dress himself, yet. He stood in front of his mirror in his Spiderman underwear and was looking at himself. His body. His underwear. I saw his underwear sticking out a bit and sucked in a silent breath.Glancing over my shoulder I made sure Janine couldn’t see me standing there in the dark hallway and when I looked back at Ben my breath came to a full stop. His underwear lay around his ankles and Ben was studying his proud woody. He looked down and seemed fascinated by the way his tiny dick stood up and away from his body. Was this the first time his cocklet was hard? The circumcised two inches jumped and my little boy giggled. I felt my face transform into a soft smile.
Still giggling Ben looked into the mirror and with the curiousness and joy of someone discovering something pleasurable and new, he ran his fingertips over his erect skin. I saw him shudder and while his eyes closed in pleasure, I bit back a groan, my dick leaking precum in my briefs.
It was not okay that I was liking this sexually. It might even not be okay for me to see my son exploring his own body. What he did was normal. Every young boy or girl explored their own body, sometimes they even did it together. In a playful, non-sexual, way. But not in front of their parents. And here I was spying on my son touching his little dicky and wanting to ... wanting to –

Sucking in a deep breath to calm my horny body, I slipped inside my son’s bedroom and closed the door. The sound made my son look up and his eyes widened. When he saw my soft smile, he smiled back, looked down and said, “Look, daddy!”
My smile widened. “I see, honey.”
I decided the best way to go about it was not giving the situation any special attention. If I acted like nothing was amiss, Ben would learn it was okay that he explored his body. “Are you ready to get the dress on? We have to leave soon if we want to catch The Garfield Movie.”
Ben released his tiny cock and scrambled over to his bed, where the dress was laying. On top of the dress Ben had put the tiny bikini briefs and I groaned when he took it, bend over with his ass on full display for me, and started to pull the little garment over his legs. Before I knew what I was doing I crouched behind my son and murmured, “Wait a minute, honey, there’s something ... there.”
Still bend over Ben looked from between his legs at me. I touched his beautiful little ass cheeks and spread them a bit. “Daddy?” he asked innocently.
“It’s okay honey, it’s a bit of toilet paper. I’ll get you cleaned up.” I smiled at him. There was no toilet paper. By the way Ben looked at me strangely, and the clean smell from between his legs, my son hadn’t pooped after his shower earlier, so there couldn’t be any toilet paper there. But my son trusted me and when I looked back between his spread cheeks I was met with the most enticing sight. A beautiful little wrinkled star that, while Ben was bent over and I was spreading his cheeks, blinked a bit at me. I breathed a moan that I covered up with a little cough and goose bumps erupted on my son’s skin. A quick look at his face told me his eyes had a faraway, glassy look.
“Now keep steady honey, I’ll try and get the paper.” Keeping his cheeks spread with one hand I trailed my pointer finger through his crease. I bypassed his hole, though it contracted a bit while I circled it with a soft touch, before I continued to his tight little scrotum.
“It won’t come off yet, let me ...” I trailed of when I moved my finger over my son’s hole. Once. Twice. A third time. The muscle moved with the touch and a faint sound from Ben had my dick spurting precum into my already wet briefs.
“Is it gone yet, daddy?” Ben asked with his innocent voice. His legs had a little tremble, but when I looked at my sons face his features were serene, his eyes closed.
“Not yet honey. Why don’t you lean on the bed a bit, yea? I don’t want you to hurt.”
My son released the bikini briefs around his thighs and grabbed the Superman bedding in his little fists. “Okay daddy. Hurry though, we don’t want to miss the movie!”

The movie. Yes, the movie I totally forgot about for a moment. And my wife, sitting in the living room. Oh god, what was I doing? “We’ll be on time honey, now relax. I have to make the paper a bit wet for it to release.” I had no idea where all of this smooth talking was coming from, but my son took it at face value and relaxed his body into the bed. I licked my finger and put it just above my little boy’s hole. It glided easily at first, but halfway across his hole there wasn’t enough spit left. I put my finger in my mouth and left a little more saliva before putting it back in his crease. First his asshole contracted while my wet finger glided onto it, but then Ben relaxed and it was like his little star kissed my wet finger. I moaned. I couldn’t help it. My hips moved up into the empty air, searching for friction it didn’t find.
“Everything okay, daddy?” Ben mumbled into the bedding. It sounded a little breathless.
“Yes, my little boy. It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay. Just a little ... more.” It was a risk. I knew if anyone were to find out, if Ben talked, I wouldn’t see him ever again. Up until now I could claim innocence. While it was a strange tactic, helping my son keep clean was explainable enough, even with a wet finger, right? But even though I knew the risk, I just ... had to. Ben had his face in the bedding and couldn’t see what I was doing. I had to do it. I needed it. I spread my sons cheeks open wide and with a deep, pleasurable, breath I slid my tongue out and touched his hole. Ben sucked in a sharp breath, his muscles locked, but a second later he pushed his hips back into my face and let out a whimper. Fuck! He likes his daddy licking his little asshole! I needed to move fast. This couldn’t take too long. Ben did not see, did not know, what was happening and – damn his ass tasted amazing. His ass smelled amazing too. I took a deep breath and swiped my tongue over his little hole again. It spasmed and Ben’s hips rocked back.
“Daddyyyyy,” I heard him cry out questioningly.
I moved my tongue over his hole, moving the way I do when I kiss my wife’s mouth. “’skay honey, almost there,” I mumbled and then I put the tip of my tongue against his spit wet, relaxed hole and gave a little push. My little boy moaned and his knees gave out. I caught him by his hips while my tongue slid in a bit deeper and one of Ben’s feet slid between my knees and against my raging cock. That little touch was enough to detonate me. Spurt after spurt of hot, wet seed fired out of my strangled cock. I pulled my tongue out and fused my lips to suck at my son’s hole, in an attempt to silence my moans. My hips moved against his little foot to force every bit of cum out.
“Daddy, it’s wet,” Ben said softly.
“Yea, honey,” I answered breathlessly, “but it’s gone. The paper’s gone and you’re clean.”
After a few more breaths I kissed Ben’s spit slick, swollen, slightly opened hole one more time before sitting back and releasing his ass cheeks slowly. I needed to force my look down, so as not to be tempted to dive in again and saw the big wet spot on my jeans. Well, that won’t do. “You ready to get your dress on, honey?” Ben mumbled something incoherently but tried to stand up. I helped him and pulled his bikini briefs, that were still around his thighs, over his little bubble butt before running my hands to the front to ease the elastic over his little dicky. I felt the hot, hard velvet skin against my palm and paused for a second. He was still hard? My thoughts tumbled over each other but there was no time. Pulling the briefs over my son’s hard cocklet, I stood up and picked up the dress. It had rumpled a bit while Ben was bent over the bed, but after shaking the fabric, it looked good as new.
“Daddy, did you pee your pants?” My eyes shot to my son who had turned around and I saw him fight to keep a straight face, but a giggle slipped free. 
I snorted a laugh at that and said, “No honey, it’s not pee. I’ll tell you – later. We have to hurry if we want to be on time and I need to change my pants now.” Ben had a curious look but ever the obedient boy he stuck his arms up in the air and with an easiness that came from doing the same thing over and over again, I pushed and pulled the Belle dress over my boy’s body. With a brilliant smile he looked himself over in the mirror. 
“You look beautiful,” I breathed the compliment to my son and he beamed. “Come,” I said and offered my hand. “If you promise to keep quiet about my wet pants to anyone – even mommy – you can use her lipstick. Just this one time, okay?”

Ben ignored my outstretched hand, whirled around and sprinted to his closed bedroom door. “Yes daddy!” he yelled while crossing the hall into our bedroom and to the en suite. I chuckled and walked – awkwardly – after him. While Ben was rummaging through his mother’s make-up, I took off my pants and briefs. It wasn’t a pretty sight with all the cum; I don’t think I’ve come this much since I was a teenager with raging hormones. Needing a quick wash, I followed Ben into the bathroom, my half-hard cock swinging the way. Running a washcloth under lukewarm water, my eyes drifted to Ben’s in the mirror. He was kneeling on top of a stool with his bottom lip a bright red, but his eyes had focused on me. I shut of the water, squeezed the washcloth and ran it over my groin and cock, all while keeping my gaze on my son. He followed every move. I felt my cock harden under his gaze and my ministrations. I was amazed; my refractory period was usually a lot longer, though I guess my little boy was my kryptonite. With everything cleaned up I moved the cloth away and my son sucked in a breath.
“Daddy, your peepee is very ... big,” he said with an awed voice.
I grunted. Not wanting to show my amusement. “Yours’ll get bigger too, when you grow up,” was my reply.
“Does it?” he asked, but it felt distracted.
“Yes. But not yet. Not yet for a very long time,” I breathed. Thank God.
Ben eyes shot up to mine and he swallowed thickly. “Why don’t you finish your lipstick, my beautiful boy, and I will get on some pants. Then we can finally go to the movies.”  Ben nodded but his eyes strayed to my hard cock again. I closed my empty hand around the thick shaft and moved it up and down, slowly, savoring the look in his eyes. After a few more passes I chuckled and released my cock. It jumped pitifully while I chastised without heat, “Focus!”
It was as much for me, as my little boy.

I decided to go without briefs. The soft pair of pants felt devine against my sensitive hard cock. I was in the middle of buttoning up when Janine came into our bedroom. 
“Didn’t like the jeans?” she asked with a smile.
“No, ah – the jeans are fine for working and stuff, but the movies is about relaxing, right?” I winked at her, even though my heart raced. Did she see the head of my erect cock poking out while I buttoned up? “Besides, I got it wet when I cleaned Ben’s bathroom.” I took a step closer and whispered, “Don’t tell him I told you, but he missed the bowl again.”
My wife’s eyes twinkled with mirth. “Is that why he’s wearing my lipstick?”
I glanced over my shoulder and there was Ben in full glory. A beautiful deep yellow colored dress, with his feet in the same-colored flats, and his lips a deep red. My still hard cock jumped in my pants thinking about those lips wrapped around my- 
“Sweetheart, you look beautiful!” my wife gushed. Ben beamed, his little teeth on full display.
“You do, honey,” I said to my son and his eyes flicked to mine. Was I imaging the look of innocent horniness that crept into his eyes? “We need to hurry now though, if we don’t want to miss the beginning!” Ben grabbed my outstretched hand this time. I kissed my wife’s cheek in passing, mumbling a “See you tomorrow,” and jogged with my boy to the car, his dress swishing at our departure.

My son Ben and I arrived just in time for the doors to close and the movie to start. Ben ran to the back row and sat smack dab in the middle. He loved cats and was understandably very excited for the Garfield movie; he’d talked about it for ages. His eyes gleamed in the glow of the screen. I sat down in the chair next to his and he smiled big. His lips a bright red, even in the dark. I’d love your mouth on my cock, was what I thought, and I smiled back.

I wouldn’t be able to tell you the details of the movie. I laughed when I heard laughter. I smiled when I heard my son giggle. My first grader’s eyes were riveted to the screen. I, on the other hand, couldn’t concentrate. My gaze strayed to my son in his Belle dress; again, and again.
When he leaned forward and I could see his chest; How would his nipples taste? Would he like it if I pinched them?
When he sat back and wiggled his toes free from his flats; Would his feet still feel as soft as when he was a little baby?
When his dress slipped down from his knees to his thighs and I leaned forward a bit so I could see the little slip of yellow fabric covering the most delicious parts of him; What would he do if I took them off and told him to sit like that for the entire movie?
“You okay daddy?” my son asked, though his eyes were still on the big screen.
Yea … no, not everything was okay. Was I really going to do this? Did I really have no self-control? I squeezed my cock. I didn’t think I’d ever act on the dirty and wrong desires I felt, and … should I do this so soon after what happened in his bedroom? And here? I looked around and counted another 6 kids and 3 adults, though they were seated in the first two rows. It was dark back here, minimum light filtering through from the screen. My son chose the perfect spot to sit. I couldn’t use an excuse like toilet paper this time, but I really really needed … I squeezed the hard cock in my pants. “Yes my boy, I’m okay. Are you comfortable though? Wouldn’t you rather sit in my lap watching the movie? You might see a bit bet – “
I wasn’t done talking yet when Ben scrambled from his seat. I yanked open the buttons of my fly and felt my half-hard cock slap my lower abdomen. I caught my little boy when he clumsily climbed onto me. Before settling him on my lap I kissed his cheek, right next to his painted red mouth that I actually wanted to kiss. He grinned and turned his head to the screen, oblivious to my desires. I maneuvered him so his dress-covered ass sat tightly against my bare hard-on, his little legs dangling on the outside of my thighs. One of my hands slipped around his torso, to keep him tighter against me. I put my other hand under his dress, hiking up the fabric enough to touch his bare thigh.
Being in a public place didn’t stop my thoughts from springing from fantasy to fantasy. The little voice inside my head whispered I couldn’t do this to my own son, my little baby boy, but my desires overrode the part of me that should feel the need for restraint, and guilt. I didn’t feel any guilt, even after what happened at the house. Instead, I only wanted more. I want to choke him on my cock, see those red smears of lipstick on my hot flesh and tears streaming down his face while my finger plunges inside his tight little virgin asshole, over and over and harder until he passes out from too much pleasure and a lack of oxygen due to my fat cock in his throat. And then I want to keep on going. Manipulating his unconscious body until he’s bend over the seat in front of us, his ass spread wide enough for me to plunge right in, all while he wore that fucking Belle-dress.
Ben giggled and my eyes shot open, realizing two things at once: My hips rode my hard cock against my son’s ass desperately, and my hand was now covering Ben’s little brief-covered groin, feeling his hard dicklet poke my hand, every time my hips pushed him up. My wet tip was making a mess on the soft fabric of his dress.
My son giggled again. “You enjoying yourself honey?” I asked softly, trailing my lips over his ear. Ben shuddered and his little cock jumped against my palm
“Yea daddy, it’s fun!” I didn’t know if he meant the movie or what I was doing to him.

My boy’s eyes never really wavered from the screen, so I kept my hand on his dicklet. My not so very dry dry-humping slowed down, so as not to jostle him too much. My fingers raked over my son’s cocklet a few times, before touching lower. When Ben just kept watching the big screen, I moved a finger over his crease. Dipping my finger a bit, I lightly touched his hole over the fabric. Ben let out a little sound, but when I looked at his face he was sucking his thumb. I pushed the fabric a bit deeper, feeling the movement of his anal muscles against the tip of my finger. I shuddered. My dick wept precome. I wanted to … I needed to –
“Daddy, I need to go to the bathroom,” I heard my boy mumbling around his thumb. It sounded nothing like the actual words, but I’d become a master thumb-sucking translator over the years.
“You need to pee honey?” I whispered in his ear, my dick pumping juices like that was something to be excited about.
“No daddy, I think I need to poo,” Ben whispered back.
My heart thumped and I felt tingles throughout my body. My finger pushed against his brief-clad hole again, a little more insistent this time and Ben squirmed slightly, still watching the movie. “Is that so?” I said hoarsely. Not knowing if he really needed to take a shit I said, “Let’s find the bathroom then.”
I put Ben on his feet and while he was still watching the screen”, I made myself as decent as possible; tucking my t-shirt over my waistband when I couldn’t close the top buttons of my pants due to my rock-hard cock sticking out. I took Ben’s hand and started walking. He stumbled a bit though, not really seeing where he was going in the dark, still trying to watch the screen and after a few steps I picked him up. My arm disappeared in the skirt of his dress and I miscalculated; holding on to his lower back, instead of his ass. The Belle dress rucked up around his hips. Ben’s legs wrapped around my torso.

In the hallway Ben lowered his head into the crook of my neck while I went in search of the bathroom. It wasn’t that far and when I opened the door there was only one man inside.
He glanced over while washing his hands, smiling politely. Then his gaze sharpened, looking at my son’s skirts and said grinning, “Hello there.” The guy was older than me. Fit enough, from the looks of it, with some gray in his trimmed beard and hair. “Are you having fun with your daddy at the movies, little girl?” he asked while smiling at my son and pulling paper out of the dispenser to dry his hands.
I sucked in a breath, though his confusion was understandable.
“I’m not a girl, sir!” my son said a bit indignantly but polite enough, squirming a bit so I set him down on the ground. Before I could do or say anything Ben rucked up his skirts and pulled down the front of his little yellow bikini briefs, showing off his cocklet that was still standing up a bit – to a total stranger. “See? I’m a boy!” he said with a grin.
My heart pounded. Why does this turn me on?
It felt like hours before the guy answered. “I see that now. A beautiful boy you are,” he said in a low voice.
My gaze shot to his face. He was looking right at me. Then, his gaze trailed down over my chest, to the fly of my pants. He watched me for a few seconds before looking my in the eyes again, his lips turning up into a heated and knowing grin before he focused back on my son.
I looked down at myself, feeling a weird warm flush crawling over my face when I saw the bare tip of my cock sticking out of my pants. My shirt had come up when I’d carried Ben to the bathroom!
While listening half-panicked to this unknown man telling my son he was at the movies with his 8 year old daughter, who was in the girls bathroom next door, I quickly tucked my shirt back over my cock. How is it I'm still hard in this situation? And do I want to get caught? Looking down I saw Ben had let go of his skirts, though his hand was still beneath the dress and from the looks of it, inside the briefs.
The guy was crouched in front of him, smiling at Ben. “Well, I like your dress and your mommy is right, everybody should just wear what they want!” His hand reached across the space between them and I held my breath when this very bold man pinched the yellow fabric between his fingers, right beside where my son’s hand disappeared.
My son looked at me while the back of the man’s hand touched my little boy’s bare thigh, moving the fabric between his fingers innocently.
“That’s a really nice fabric too Ben,” he said.
“I don’t think I need to poo anymore daddy,” Ben said, ignoring the man, “but I do need to pee.”
The man stood up chuckling and ruffled his fingers through my son’s hair. “Well, don’t let me hold you up. Alissa should be done by now anyway.” My son smiled up and the man smiled down before he stepped up next to me, his heated gaze intense on me.
“Did you enjoy touching your son’s tight little hole while your cock leaked all over the place?” he whispered. My eyes widened and I sucked in a startled breath. How did he kn –
“Those cute yellow briefs were pushed deep between his ass cheeks while you carried him inside, and babe … the back of his dress has wet patches. It wasn’t hard to make the connection when I saw the glistening tip of your hard cock.”
I gaped at him. He winked and exited the room.  My eyes flew to my son who was already at the urinals. The guy was right, the back of the dress had dark, wet patches.
My son pushed his briefs down a bit and rucked up his skirts, pushing his hips forward while looking at his cocklet with a stare of concentration and … Fuck! –
I was too late. Too late to help him. Too late to tell him to grab his dicky in his hand and aim. Piss shot out of his slit, going rogue and I groaned when it covered his hand and little briefs directly underneath it.
“Daddy!” my son yelled a little panicked and I jumped forward. Plastering my front to his back and rucking up his skirts further to save them, at least from being peed on. I took his dicky between my thumb and forefinger and aimed, but after a few more droplets he was done. With tears in his eyes, he gazed up at me.
“Daddyyyyy …” my baby boy whimpered. 
“It’s okay honey, it’s okay. We’ll fix it.” I kissed the tip of his nose, still holding his cocklet. It was my fault, I’d been preoccupied. Worrying about the stranger, while I should have directed my son into a stall. What now?
I gazed down at his groin. My fingers trailed over his cocklet mindlessly and my little boy relaxed against my legs. It was a beautiful little cock, about two inches, hardening as I kept playing with it; at this point he was more a shower than a grower. My dick spasmed and wetness slipped from my slit.
My son sighed, looked up and repeated my inner musing, “Now what, daddy?” The front of the yellow briefs was more wet than dry and I saw a few droplets of urine running down my boy’s left leg. “Why don’t you hold up the dress honey and I’ll take care of it.”
I turned Ben around, making sure he held his skirts tight and high, then wetted some toilet paper and crouched in front of him. Hooking my pointer fingers into the waistband of the briefs I tucked them down to his ankles. Thank God his feet are still bare. Nobody wanted wet shoes. With quick efficiency I cleaned my son’s groin, legs and feet. “Do you think you’re clean now?” I asked playfully.
My son grinned at me and said cheekily, “You didn’t clean the tip daddy!” I chuckled and in a bold thoughtless move I crossed the distance and licked the tip of his dicky. Ben made a choked sound and looked at me with big eyes. I froze – shit shit shit! In a split-second I decided to act like this was totally normal behavior and grinned at him. Ben grinned back.
My hand slid down to my own cock, stroking lightly over the fabric of my pants. I shuddered. Was I going to be hard for the rest of my life?
“You can drop the skirts honey. Then lean on me so I can take off your underwear,” I said, while fingering my wet tip covered by my shirt. I’d better splash around some water at the sink.
“Off?” Ben said with a high voice.
“It’s okay baby boy, nobody will know that you’re naked underneath the dress, only we will.” And I’ll think about it for the rest of the movie.
“Okay daddy.”
“Let’s wash your hands too,” I told him after removing the wet fabric.

I rinsed and wrung out the bikini briefs and turned to my favorite boy. His, now, water-wet hands were back on his dicky and I couldn’t help myself asking, “Are you sure you don’t have to take a poop honey?” He gazed a bit dazedly at me. “You could sit down and try for a bit? I’ll stay with you.”
Not waiting for a response, I turned my son to a stall and opened the door, pushing him inside. I gathered his skirts, pulled them up so I had an unobstructive view of his cocklet and said, “Go on, take a seat honey.” I crouched in front of him. “You can touch your dicky if you want baby boy, maybe it helps,” I whispered, while looking at the hard flesh still sticking up in the air. My son’s fingers went back to his cocklet immediately. He didn’t really know what to do with it, was just enjoying the feel of his fingers without really jerking off. That was okay, he was still exploring, discovering what his body felt like, what made him feel good.
After a minute my son said, “I don’t think I have to, daddy.”
“But you did feel like you had to when we watched the movie?”
My son nodded and I decided to take the whole ‘cleaning up toilet paper’ stuff to a new level. “Why don’t I help you honey. Let’s see if there’s something that needs to come out.” 
My fingertips tingled. What would happen next? What was I going to do? My little boy looked at me but didn’t say anything. Taking this as an a-okay I stood up. “Why don’t you lean a bit forward and relax against my legs, beautiful boy.”
I sucked in a breath when his little head rested against my groin. He nuzzled against the fabric of my pants, like he was trying to find the best place to be, as he did with his pillow before going to sleep. A little moan escaped me when his little nose touched my balls.
“You okay daddy?” he slurred.
“Yes honey,” I answered while slipping my hand in his hair and pushing his head tighter against me, humping him softly. “Everything is wonderful. Now, if you keep touching your dicky, I’ll help your stinky butt.”
My little boy giggled and I chuckled with him. His breath caught when he felt my wet finger between his ass cheeks. I had the best view as he leaned over; his cheeks spread wide open over the bowl, and his tight little hole on display. I touched it gently with my spit-wet finger.
“Anything?” I asked softly.
“I don’t kn– YES! Yes daddy, I feel it!”
I moaned, not caring anymore if my son heard. I’d pushed the tip of my wet finger inside my little baby boy’s tight asshole and made him feel like he had to poop.
Damn, that was so freaking hot!
His tight hole was like a vise around my fingertip. Pulsing a little in an effort to push it out. I ground my leaking cock against his head. His breath warmed my balls through my pants. Pulling my finger back out, his asshole clenched tightly back into a star. I stuck my finger in my mouth to wet it again, and the smell and taste of my son’s ass made my eyes roll.
Deciding I needed some relief my other hand went to my pants. “You keep your eyes closed tightly honey, keep concentrating on that feeling,” I tipped Ben’s head back a bit and yanked the buttons of my pants open, rucking up my shirt.
“I don’t feel it anymore, daddy,” my son whined. I almost sobbed in relief when his head touched my bare cock and said, “Keep your eyes closed and concentrate honey, touch your dicky, the feeling will come back.”
My wet finger lightly touched his little star. The muscles moved, kissing the tip of my finger and when I heard a little moan, I dipped it inside again. 
“Yes daddy! It’s back again. I really do think I need to poo!” my son’s innocence was priceless and I took shameless advantage of it.
“Why don’t you bear down a bit, maybe it helps honey.” I heard another moan, and when Ben did what I told, I pushed my finger in deeper, humping my bare cock on his little head and feeling precome dribble down my shaft.
“Again.” And more, until my whole finger had slipped inside him. “Do you still have your eyes closed?”
“Yes daddy.”
“You still need to poop?”
“Yes daddy,” my little boy whimpered.
“I’ll help you,” I panted. I pulled my finger out to the tip and pushed it back in. He was so goddamned tight and my saliva wasn’t lube, but it would have to do. I pulled out again and pushed back inside a little faster, harsher. I heard Ben cry out a little and it tightened my gut. 

“If you turn your son around you might be of better help.”
My head whipped around. Sucking in a harsh, panicked breath my eyes found the guy we met minutes before. He smirked, casually leaning against the door that led to the hallway, his hand on his cock over his pants.
“If you close the seat of the toilet and lean Ben over it on his belly, you can really … get to where he needs you, hm?” I swallowed roughly, knowing exactly what he meant.
“B-but what if my poo comes out and I’m not sitting on the toilet?” my son asked with a slight hitch. I was still fingering his tight asshole; pulling back slowly and sliding it back in with a harsh push.
“You can tell your daddy when you really feel it coming, sweetheart, don’t worry about that. We’re in a bathroom, even if we had an accident, it’s nothing to worry about.” He winked.
We. Fucking we. Who the fuck was he? It felt like my heart would bounce right out of my chest while I smeared more and more precome on my son’s face, in his hair, thinking about how his tight little asshole would be right there when –
“Okay, s-should I turn around daddy?”
I groaned and said, “Yes my beautiful boy. Keep your eyes closed, I’ll move you around.”
The guy winked again, wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. Then I heard the sounds of a zipper. My eyes shot down and his hard cock sprang free. It was big. Mine was a bit thicker, but his was longer. Much longer.
I shook my head to pull me out of my daze and turned back to my son, pulling my finger out of his little virgin cunt. As I picked Ben up to turn him around, my pants slid down my ass to my ankles. A deep chuckle and groan had my face flamed red. My cock pulsed out a drop of precum.
I draped Ben over the closed toilet seat. He was small enough that his upper body and head spanned the whole thing. His arms moved under his head like a cushion. I draped Belle’s skirts across his back and his little legs fell open as if he straddled something. His little virgin hole was visible between his spread cheeks.
“Crouch behind him.”
I startled at hearing his whisper right behind me but did as he said.
“Now see if you can find some … thing in there,” he said. I heard the amusement in his voice but also smelled his arousal. He was so close. It didn’t matter that I’d never before today seen another guy’s cock hard. Nor that he was so close and I could feel his heat. Or that that he was here and … participated? I was sexually abusing my own son for God sakes! I couldn’t tell him to fuck off, what if he told anyone? What if he tells the cops? 
I wet two fingers with my own precum and pushed my pointer finger back in my boy’s hole. It was so tight, I had to tighten my arm-muscles a bit to slip it in.
“Yea, just like that,” the man whispered behind me. From my peripheral I saw his hand move up and down his cock.
Ben’s breath hitched a bit when I pulled out, switched to my middle finger and pushed that one in with a bit more speed. I fucked him with. Every push-in harder, harsher, than the one before, while jerking off my own cock.
“You feel anything honey?” my voice croaked.
“Y-yes daddy! I t-think I feel it now!” Ben answered with a high-pitched voice.
A touch to my lower back startled me. Looking over my shoulder, the guy was crouched behind me and whispered, “I think he’s ready for two now.”
I followed his lead. It helped – someone beside me who knew what he was doing, or so I assumed.
My little boy whimpered when I pulled my finger out and I smirked. “You okay there, baby boy?”
“It feels empty again, daddy,” he sobbed.
I heard a snort from behind and I swallowed a laugh. “I’ll help more honey.”
“You’re a natural,” the guy whispered. “He’s a natural, too.”
Something in my belly tightened and I felt his fingers trail lower on my back, touching bare skin. My face flushed. My pants were still around my ankles. My bare ass was sticking out, just like my own son’s was. I bit my lip, feeling oddly proud hearing him tell me that about me and my own son, but I also felt slightly humiliated about my display.
Shaking the weird feeling off, I wet my fingers with precum again and put them both at the entrance of my son’s virgin ass.
“Now take a deep breath honey and bear down. You know it can hurt when your poop won’t come out immediately, but keep going. It’s okay if you c-cry.” My breath hitched on the last word, my mind conjuring up a picture of Ben writhing under me, crying out while I fucked his little virgin hole raw and red, while tears streamed down his face. I didn’t know why that scenario almost made me come, but it did.
“Aaaaah,” I heard softly behind me, a chuckle following. “We’re not so different, you and I.” The whispered words made me shiver. “Now do it,” he ordered softly.
“Now baby,” I said to Ben. My son breathed in deep and I pushed hard, opening him up and slipping my thick fingers to the last knuckle into his little virgin hole, without waiting for him to adjust. Him bearing down helped me along a bit, but it was a tight enough fit for his hole to spasm erratically and try to push me out.
“D-daddyyyy-y!” he sobbed.
I moaned loudly. I felt like I was about to come even though I wasn’t touching my cock. It jumped repeatedly into the empty air while I soothingly stroked my son’s lower back and ass cheek.
“I know it hurts honey, I know. But it’ll be over soon enough.” I pulled back and said, “Another deep breath honey,” breathing in with him and pushing my thick fingers in again, harder this time.

I yelped, feeling something wet breach my own hole and sinking in hard and deep.
“I know it hurts babe, breathe deeply,” his amused voice whispered in my ear.
“I- I … N-no, not … Whydidy–?” I stuttered, taking fast breaths.
“It’s only fair, don’t you think?”
Is it? My eyes rolled as the finger in my asshole and the tight heat of my son’s virgin pussy around my fingers, made my cock leak and jump all over. Even though my mind short-circuited on the answer, I pumped my fingers in- and out my son’s spasming hole. Not at all sure if I ever wanted the same done to me, as I wanted to do to him.
The guy’s finger adjusted to the same rhythm. Tingles shot up my spine and I grabbed my cock. I fucked my baby boy’s hole harder, faster, my hand slapping loudly against his ass cheeks. I heard him sob over the rushing of blood in my ears. The fingers in my virgin asshole fucked in- and out of me roughly. 
Then, “Crouch over your little boy’s body. Yes, like that … No, don’t take them out, keep going.”
To my son, “Do you feel it coming, sweetheart?”
I didn’t think my son would be coherent enough with the way I was fucking his little hole harshly. His little body moving with the push of my fingers now I was leaning over him.
“Y-yes, sir! Daddy, I-I think it’s almost there.”
“Do you feel it coming babe?” the stranger whispered while bending over my back. I groaned when I felt his hot flesh sliding between my ass cheeks, a hot wetness grazing my crease.
I nodded frantically and he chuckled. “Follow my lead then.”
Still fucking Ben’s ass with my fingers, I put my dick between his ass cheeks, sliding it along his crease, around his hole. I moaned at the sensations, the relief of something else than my hand touching my cock. I humped my son while this guy humped my crease.
“Keep going,” he said hoarsely while pulling his fingers out. I whimpered, feeling my empty hole spasming, searching for something. 
“Daddy, daddy it’s there! It’s coming! I need to sit up daddy!” my son’s voice was faint, his breathing erratic. He tried to push himself up on the toilet seat but I held him down with my hand on his back, my cock sliding faster and faster on his skin.
“That’s okay sweetheart, let it come. There’s no time, just do it like this,” the man said to my son. Then I felt a hard shove against my hole and screamed. It felt like my ass was on fire when something much bigger than a finger sank inside. Through the pain, I couldn’t stop fucking my son’s crease though and I shoved myself back and forth on what had to be the guy’s cock, while spreading my fingers inside my son’s hole.
“Daddyyyyyyyy!” Ben’s little body started shaking uncontrollably. I fucked his hole through what I could only guess was a dry orgasm. When his body went slack on the toilet seat the guy rammed his whole cock inside me.
“You like me raping your ass, don’t you?” he said. Pulling back and pumping back inside harshly. “You going to rape your son like this?”
A high pithed noise left my throat and I think I nodded and shook my head in denial at the same time. I pulled my fingers out of Ben’s hole – he pulled back till only the tip was in. My son’s asshole gaped, spasmed, gaped some more.
“Yea I think you will,” he said breathlessly. “Put the tip against his beautiful hole.”
I shook my head again, “N-no, not – not today!”
“Do it!” he demanded. With a shaking hand I pushed the tip of my leaking cock to my son’s gaping hole, my slit disappearing inside.
“Now keep steady, I’m going to fuck the orgasm right out of you and into him.”
I braced against my son’s body and then he shoved back inside. I felt something light up inside me. A keening noise left me as my son’s hole clenched around my tip when it sunk in a bit further. The guy pulled out and shoved back in and my orgasm rushed over me. His hands gripped my hips and stilled me when I cried out and tried to fuck deeper inside Ben. Mindless, not caring for anything other than coming. Again, he fucked into me and my drawn-up balls unleashed the cum that had been brewing inside. Spurt after spurt shot into my son’s poop-empty hole, filling him to the brim. Behind me the guy groaned and he fucked into me one, two, three times, then I felt his cock spasm deep inside me. 

I sucked in breaths like I’d just run for me life. The cock inside my ass slid out slowly, completely, punched back in hard one last time and then left my aching hole empty and spasming. I felt the wetness he left behind slip out of my open hole and my cheeks burned in shame. Never thought I’d like that. Then my son twitched.
“Daddy?” he slurred, his hole contracting around my sensitive tip. I groaned and willed myself still, though I wanted nothing more than to push fully inside, even though I’d just cum like a geyser.
“It’s okay baby boy, it’s coming out now, just relax,” I whispered breathlessly.
While I was coming, I’d apparently fucked the tip all the way inside my son’s virgin hole. Was he still a virgin? I hadn’t fucked him completely … Yea, I decided, he was still a virgin.
Pulling back my half-hard cock made my son cry out again. I made soothing noises while fucking back into him a bit and then slowly I pulled my cock out completely. My come started dripping out immediately.
“That’s it, honey, your poop is finally coming out,” I said laughingly.
Ben shuddered and his gaping hole contracted, trying to expel every bit of poo in there.
“That’s it, baby boy,” I whispered soothingly, running my fingers through his crease, over his hole. “Let it all out.” I coated my pointer finger in cum and pushed the tip back in his hole. Ben groaned and beared down, pushing me back out. 
“I’m tired daddy.”
I made a sympathetic noise and ran my hand over his back. “I know honey, it was hard but you did so good. I’m proud of you! Why don’t you close your eyes. I’ll take care of everything hm? It’s okay if you fall asleep.”
“Okay daddy,” my little boy mumbled, already half there.
I felt a soft wet touch on my hole and moaned. My asshole contracted and I pushed my ass back into the man. My cock gave a half-hearted spasm in response.
“I’ll take care of you,” I heard the man mumble and hung my head. He licked my crease, tongued my hole, inserted his tongue to slurp out his own cum. When he was done, I was wet all over, but at least I was as clean as I could get. He stood up and I looked over my shoulder. His mouth was on me in a second, this cum-coated tongue pushing inside aggressively. I kissed him back until he bit my lip and looked me right in de eye. “I’ll rape you and your little boy anytime you want.” He smirked, then let me go. 

While he put away his cock I looked back at my son, though still draped over the toilet seat, he was -somewhat- peacefully sleeping, his thumb in his mouth. His hole had closed up almost completely but there was a lot of cum; on his asshole, his cheeks and even running down the back of his thighs. I debated doing the same thing the man had done to me. It wouldn’t be a punishment, licking his asshole again. But I rather liked how he looked in my cum. And he needed a bath before bed, either way. I washed myself at the sink, feeling a stirring when I saw a bit of my son’s red lipstick smeared on my cock from when I was rubbing it all over his face.
While I was washing up, the man walked to my son, who was still bare from the waist down, his legs spread and his hole on display. The guy rubbed his finger over my boy’s cum-slicked hole and pushed the tip in. Ben didn’t move a muscle, sleeping right through it. The man looked back at me and with a mischievous smile his finger sank in completely. I bit my lip and watched his finger push in and out a few times. Then he pulled out, put his finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. “You taste good,” he commented. I didn’t know if he only meant my cum or the combination with my son’s ass. I groaned and he walked up to me.
“My card is in your pants pocket. I need to save my daughter from the managers office, but I hope to see you and your boy again. I’m Stephan by the way,” he winked and walked out the door. 
Wordlessly I watched him go. Realizing only now how dangerous a game we’d been playing in this public bathroom. Any man could’ve walked in, needing to relieve himself while his kid watched a movie.
The movie … I breathed out a sigh. I guess we’d have to watch it again soon.
I buttoned my pants and smoothed out my wet shirt. Walking back into the stall I picked up my sleeping little boy. His head fell into the crook of my neck while I smoothed down his skirts, watching it cover his bare ass in the mirror. Then I slid one of my hands back under, found his crease and pushed my finger in his cum-wet asshole, moving it slowly in- and out while walking back to the movie room.