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Daddy had settled him on the floor in front of the TV, resting on one of his big pillows.
It was supposed to be nap time.
His body hadn’t quite gotten the memo.
The cheerful jingle of the Bluey theme song hummed from the TV speakers for the fifth time he could recount.
He sighed out his sleepy frustrations.
“Hey, pal.” Daddy padded over from his previous spot in the kitchen. “Do you wanna try laying on the couch instead?”
A sleepy nod.
Daddy’s strong arms easily lifted both him and the pillow off the floor to deposit him just as easily onto the couch, with Daddy settling in right beside him.
“What’s the matter, pal?” Daddy asked gently, his warm hand rubbing those soothing circles into his little back.
“Can’t sleep…” Jamesy whined.
“Well, I can see that.” Daddy’s gentle eye-roll was audible. “But what do you think is causing it?”
A disheartened shrug.
“That’s okay,” Daddy nodded. “Sometimes it’s just hard to drop off, huh?”
A slow nod.
Jamesy’s heavy little eyes glanced back to the TV. Bluey was sad because her mum was going to be gone all night for a baby shower.
He would probably react much worse if he had to go just one night without his Daddy.
He gently shook his head to dislodge the upsetting thought.
“Well, just keep your body still, it’ll doze off eventually.” Daddy hummed. “Even if it doesn’t, lounging and relaxing is still resting.”
Jamesy squirmed until his head was resting on Daddy’s thick thigh, face tucked into his warm belly.
Heaven.
Daddy settled minutely before resting his hand on his little boy’s side.
The weight holding his body down left his body feeling so perfectly heavy and sleep drunk as the family of cartoon dogs tried to comfort the mother-missing heeler.
He had almost just dozed off before he heard Bingo’s voice coming from the TV.
“Dad? How does the baby get in the lady’s belly?” Bingo had asked her father, Bandit.
Sleep was now the last thing on his mind.
He listened as Daddy chuckled when Bandit released the swing his daughter was sitting on, causing her to spin out of control with squealing laughter, as a way to avoid answering her question.
He knew.
He knew how the baby gets in a lady’s belly.
Daddy told him.
Daddy told him that the milky, slimy stuff that comes out of his penis when he feels really good has little tiny cells in it, and those cells are half of what makes a baby.
The other half is another cell already inside the lady’s belly.
Except Natasha, she can’t do that.
He thought about Natasha, about what is inside her.
He remembered something warm.
Very Warm.
His pullup suddenly felt far too tight.
He tucked his flesh hand into his waistband in a vain attempt to alleviate the pressure building in his little body.
Little fingers met something hot and firm.
Like a branding rod.
His lungs gasped at the sensation, sparks trickling up his spine.
With a quick tug, the pressure was slightly relieved.
Only slightly, as now he had a new problem.
His penis was trying to dig into the couch cushion through his padding.
…And he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stop it.
A whimper snuck out of him as he shifted his hips, the motion causing his sensitive tip to rut against the soft, cushy, now slightly damp material.
A pause.
Another shift of his hips.
And another.
And Another.
“Jamesy? Lamb?” Daddy glanced down at his little boy. “Are you okay? Do you need to go potty?”
Jamesy thought for a moment.
“…No?” He asked.
“That doesn’t sound reassuring, pal…” Daddy’s gaze did not falter.
“…’s too swollen.” He whimpered.
“…Oh.” Something in Daddy’s brain clicked. “Your penis? Is it swollen?”
A nod against his thigh.
“Okay, thank you for telling me.” Daddy nodded. “That’s healthy and normal, remember?”
Another nod.
“Why’sit?” Jamesy asked.
“Well…” Daddy sighed as he gathered his thoughts. “It’s called an erection, it’s just something your penis is designed to do, like every other one.”
“Why?” He asked again.
“Because it feels good, and it makes it easier to put inside things.” Daddy explained. “It would be pretty difficult to put semen in someone’s belly if it was all soft like it normally is, right?”
Jamesy pondered.
He felt like he could remember something like that.
He nodded.
“How?” Was his new question.
“How…?” Daddy looked down.
“How’sit get swollen?” He clarified as he slowly squirmed his way onto his Daddy’s lap.
Daddy’s hands resettled on his little thighs.
“Well, it gets swollen from blood filling it up.” Daddy explained. “That’s what makes it all sensitive, too. It’s full on thousands of sensitive little nerve endings.”
He could understand that.
“Then, when it feels very good, like from touching or playing with it,” Daddy continued. “It shoots out semen. Then it goes back to being soft afterwards because the blood flows back into your body.”
He really wanted a demonstration.
“Daddy…” Jamesy tucked his head into his Daddy’s chest.
“Yes, Jamesy?” Daddy looked down to him, warm arms encasing his back.
“I…” A swallow. “I wanna play with my penis.”
Something throbbed under his bottom, almost hard enough to knock him off his seat.
Almost.
“Okay,” Daddy’s face was suddenly bright red. “Do you want to go to the bathroom?”
He shook his head.
“Your room?” Daddy offered.
Another shake.
“Here, pl’ees, Daddy?” Jamesy asked.
“Here…” Daddy’s eyes almost glazed over. “Here as in, right here? On the couch?”
Jamesy nodded quickly, his hips squirming into his Daddy’s lap.
There was something stiff that wasn’t there a moment ago.
He really liked how it felt on his own pinned little rod.
Daddy’s head nodded slowly, like he was processing the events about to unfold.
“Okay,” Daddy finally breathed out. “Can you show Daddy your penis?”
Jamesy quickly nodded as he struggled to yank down the front of his britches at the awkward angle.
With some finagling, his enraged little cock sprung free of its confines, gently slapping his Daddy’s belly, leaving a newfound spatter of clear fluid on his shirt.
Daddy swallowed hard as something pulsed against the inside of Jamesy’s thigh.
“Wow…” It was Daddy’s turn to whimper. “It’s so hard, lamb.”
A nod.
“Feels…” Jamesy pondered. “Feels so much.”
“I bet it does…” Daddy nodded slowly in agreement. “Well, go ahead, whenever you’re ready.”
A swallow.
The little pink organ jumped as little metal fingers carefully traced along the slightly bulging underbelly.
“Ohhn…” He whimpered.
Daddy’s eyes were glued to him.
“Does that feel good?” Daddy asked.
A nod.
“I bet…” Daddy hummed. “Do you know how to play with yourself properly?”
He hadn’t thought about that.
“Uh-uh…” He shook his head.
“Do you want Daddy to show you how to?”
A nod.
Daddy nodded in return as he carefully shuffled the boy towards his knees.
“Daddy?” Jamesy questioned as Daddy tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants.
Jamesy could’ve sworn his Daddy’s penis jumped out at him.
Like a puppy.
Drooling, friendly, excited.
He wasn’t unconvinced he wasn’t actually staring at a poorly shaped baseball bat with a war helmet glued on top and not his Daddy’s penis.
Whatever it was, staring at it was making his red faced erection ache.
“So big…” He breathed.
“It is big, huh?” Daddy hummed in agreement. “Look at how excited you make Daddy, lamb.”
Daddy’s nearly purple head pulsed, spurting out a thick dewdrop of clear fluid.
The drip almost reached his throat.
Jamesy gulped.
“It’s okay, lamb.” Daddy’s calming, rumbly voice soothed his fraying nerves. “It’s not that scary, it wont hurt you.”
He could probably beg to differ, considering how his own painfully hard erection only came up about less than halfway up his Daddy’s own.
“…Daddy?” Little fingertips traced over Daddy’s half hooded tip. “Wha’s name?”
“…Hm?” Daddy was pulled from his trance. “Oh. Uh, that’s called the head, sweetheart. The tip of the penis.”
“Why’sit a head?” He asked as his fingers trailed down his Daddy’s slit.
“Mnnh—“ Daddy bit his lip. “B-because it’s the very tip top, and it sort of looks like a head, doesn’t it?”
Jamesy nodded after a moment of pondering.
It does sort of look like a head.
“An’ wha’s called?” He asked as he pressed a fingertip into the little slit at the very tip top.
Daddy made a noise he could only compare to a dying hamster.
“Tha-hhh—“ He whimpered. “That’s called the urethra. It’s the tube where—where pee and semen come out.”
Jamesy nodded in understanding.
“An’ this?” Little fingers traced over the defined ridges forming a valley for the slit.
“Mnnh-“ Daddy swallowed. “That’s called the glans, it’s very sensitive.”
“An’ this part?” His hand trailed down to the gently pulsating body.
“That’s the shaft.” Daddy explained with a steadying breath. “It’s like the body of the penis.”
Jamesy nodded, little fingertips trailing over a branching, squiggly blue line leading up from the very bottom all the way to the very top of Daddy’s shaft.
It was fluttering under his touch.
“Wha’s that?” He asked.
“That’s a vein,” Daddy tilted his head to look at his little boy’s tiny pink fingers. “It’s how the blood gets into the shaft and head.”
Jamesy’s little hands pulled away from his shaft to cradle his Daddy’s heavy balls.
“I know this part,” He chirped. “They’s th’ balls.”
Daddy’s eyes fluttered shut.
“Yeah,” He breathed. “Yeah, those are the balls. They’re also called testicles. Good job, lamb.”
His chest swelled with pride as his penis nuzzled against his Daddy’s shaft.
“Wha’bou this part?” Little fingers carefully pinched at the thick, loose skin tucked beneath his Daddy’s head.
It looked like a little sweater.
“That’s the foreskin. It helps protect the head.” Daddy explained. “It gets pulled back when it gets hard.”
Jamesy’s little fingers tucked under the skin, tickling the sensitive flesh behind the crest of Daddy’s thick head.
Daddy breathed hard through his nose.
“Oh fuck, babydoll…” Daddy whimpered.
“Fuck…” Jamesy rolled the word on his tongue.
“Don’t repeat that.” Daddy corrected futilely.
“Why?” Jamesy’s big, shining blue eyes stared up into his Daddy’s very soul, little hands unconsciously exploring the ridges and valleys of Daddy’s velvety shaft and glistening tip.
“Be-because it’s a bad word, lamb.” Daddy explained.
“Wha’sit mean?” He pressed.
“Uh…” Daddy froze. “It—It means to have sex.”
“Sex?” That sounded familiar.
“Right—“ Daddy swallowed. “Sex is why one’s penis is able to get hard. It’s where uh…”
Jamesy stared politely yet expectantly.
“…Sex is where you put your penis inside someone else’s body, or where someone puts their penis inside your body. It’s an activity people do together, instead of masturbating by themselves.” Daddy’s face was almost as red as his tip by the time he finished his explanation.
“Oh…” Jamesy glanced back down to his Daddy’s raging erection.
It looked almost impossibly stiffer.
“Does y’ur penis wanna ha’f sex, Daddy?”
Daddy choked on his own tongue.
“I-I—“ Daddy stuttered. “D-do—does yours want to have sex?”
He thought for a moment.
“…How?”
“Uhh…” Daddy short circuited. “Well. We could do it—uh, have sex—in a couple different ways…”
Jamesy waited patiently for Daddy’s brain to come back online.
“…We could…” Daddy took a deep breath. “You could rub your penis on mine, or you can put yours in my mouth, or I could…”
A gulp.
“I could put mine in your mouth. Or…”
Daddy was having such a hard time finding his words.
Maybe all of his blood was in the wrong head.
“Or…” A breath. “Or I could put my penis inside you. Or yours inside of me.”
“How?” Jamesy was fairly certain he knew the answer.
“Uhhh…” Daddy froze. “…I uh. It would be put in your bottom, if you wanted to do that.”
He knew it.
Such a smart little boy.
“I think…” He relayed his choices. “…I think I wanna rub mine on y’urs.”
Daddy nodded.
“Okay, okay…” Daddy huffed. “Do you want Daddy to show you how to play with yourself properly first?”
A hard nod.
Of course.
“Alright,” Daddy wrapped one hand around his shaft, just below his swollen head. “First, wrap one hand around yours like this.”
Little pink fingers copied his Daddy’s motion, encircling the pulsating rod.
His whole hand took up almost half of his flushed little shaft.
“Then…” Daddy’s hand slowly pulled up, the little scarf of skin swallowing his purple tip. “You move your hand up, like this.”
He bit his lip as his hand followed his Daddy’s movements, the sensation already causing sparkles to pool deep in his belly.
Daddy’s hand completely covered his head, then slowly pulled back down until his pinky finger hit the root, the skin pulled back far enough to reveal the sensitive pink flesh beneath.
“Then you pull down, just like this.” Daddy explained.
His little hand followed suit, retracting his foreskin back over his own little head until the nearly all of the raw red flesh beneath was revealed.
His hips followed his hand all on their own.
“Good boy…” Daddy bit his lip. “Now just keep doing that, up and down, nice and slow.”
Jamesy’s little hand pulled back up until his little tip was completely obscured, then back down until his whole head was exposed.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
His breathing was already growing harder.
“That’s it,” Daddy hummed, his own hand copying his little boy’s motions. “That’s my good boy.”
“Daddy…” Jamesy whimpered, his hand already starting to speed up on its own accord. “Feels so good.”
“I know it does, pal.” Daddy sighed, his own hand quickening to keep time with his little boy. “It feels so good for Daddy, too.”
There was an intense warmth building in his lower belly faster than he could handle it.
“Daddy!—“ Jamesy yelped, little hands yanking away from the overwhelming sensation to cling to his Daddy for blind comfort.
“Hey, hey, shhh, it’s okay, pal.” Daddy’s hands were holding him close, rubbing his trembling back. “You’re doing so good, lamb.”
“Too much!” He whined, the enraged, starving critter attached to his groin writhing in protest against the soft fabric of Daddy’s shirt.
“I know, I know, sweetheart.” Daddy whimpered, himself not sounding much better. “It’s so much, but it’s gotta come out or it’ll hurt more later.”
Jamesy shook his head.
He was so scared.
“Do you want to stop?” Daddy shifted.
Jamesy shook his head even harder.
Please no, anything but that.
“I-I—“ He all but sobbed. “I wanna do more Daddy, I wanna h’af a orn’gasn with y’u.”
Daddy’s eyes darkened, something wild burning into his soul.
“Here, here, lamb.” Daddy easily twisted their bodies until Jamesy was lying with his back against the couch cushion, facing the TV, his little legs wide open.
His penis was standing up all on its own, pulsating and squirming in rhythm with his fluttering heartbeat.
Daddy’s head nuzzled into the crook between his thighs as he caged his little body with his massive limbs.
Like a very friendly puppy.
“I want to try something, Jamesy.” Daddy’s hands rested on either side of his head, gripping the back of the couch. “I want to try rubbing my penis on yours. Is that okay? Does that sound like something you want to do?”
Jamesy nodded almost hysterically.
“Pl’ees pl’ees pl’ees pl’ees Pl’eeees, Daddy!” Jamesy begged.
Daddy’s penis throbbed hard enough to bruise his leg if he wasn’t careful.
“Good boy, good boy.” Daddy whimpered as he gripped the root of his shaft in a vain attempt to quell his overexcited beast. “Daddy’s gonna go slow at first, please tell me if anything hurts or stops feeling good, okay?”
Jamesy nodded impatiently.
Daddy’s hips shifted forward, rutting the veiny underbelly across his entire little cock.
Jamesy’s head rolled back against the cushions.
“Ohhhn-!!” He whined as Daddy’s hips pulled back, dragging his shaft over his own, only to shove right back into place.
The sheer size of his Daddy’s penis almost took up his whole little torso.
He couldn’t imagine how that would fit inside his little butt hole.
…The thought sure was titillating, though.
Daddy’s titanic cock dragged down until his little prick was nestled in the cleavage of his glans, the little near purple head almost penetrating the slick entrance of his Daddy’s urethra.
As quickly as it had been dragged down his belly, his Daddy’s penis nearly clocked him in the jaw, his own now writhing against the tight skin of his Daddy’s drawn up balls.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
“Oh fuck—“ Daddy groaned, rumbling deep into his little bones. “Oh fuck babyboy, Daddy’s so close—”
Jamesy wasn’t sure he was doing much better, gulping down as much air as he could swallow between the moans and squeals being yanked from his chest with each rut of his Daddy’s hips.
“Daddy! Daddy!!” Was all he could sob out as his body tensed like a bowstring.
Something was happening.
“Oh fuck—Oh Fuck Daddy’s g’unna cum.” Daddy growled through gritted teeth as hips trembled, grinding his throbbing cock into his soft little belly. “Daddy’s g’nna cum!”
The feeling of his Daddy’s bulging underbelly undulating with his impending ejaculation was far too much for the poor little boy to handle.
A splattering of milky fluid smeared across his Daddy’s shaft as his little body quivered, little legs trembling against his Daddy’s hips before he could even force out a breath.
“Ahhnnн—!!” Jamesy howled as his little cock throbbed and bounced, pinned beneath his Daddy’s own pulsating shaft as it erupted with an explosion of searing white mess.
“Oh God oh God oh God Fuck me—” Daddy squealed as he finally tumbled over the edge, thick fingers ripping into the couch cushions as his cock pulsed violently, spitting a spray of thick seed across his poor little boy’s face. Right in his little eye.
That was probably revenge for the shower…
Jamesy squirmed and sobbed as his orgasm ripped through his very being, his soul being yanked out with each pulse of fluid streaking and slurching over his belly, beneath his Daddy’s bouncing, spectacularly puking cock.
A particularly intense shot from Daddy’s purple tip dripped into his wide open, gasping, drooling, sobbing maw.
With a few more pathetic throbs and splattering drips, Daddy’s arms caved in, his spent, heavy body flopping onto his back to narrowly avoid squashing his poor little baby.
His poor, messy little baby.
Their combined writhing and trembling was enough to quake the couch, desperate gasps filling the silence.
Jamesy was in heaven.
That was, until his brain registered the slimy seed on his tongue.
“Blehhk.” He spat out the fluid onto his belly, dissolving almost perfectly into the rest of the milky slime.
A good majority of which having already dripped down his sides and into the cushions below, no doubt likely to stain.
“Jamesy…?” Daddy’s voice sounded so fragile, like spider silk. “Are…” A breath. “Are you okay?”
Jamesy nodded slowly, unable to will himself to move.
Well, aside from the occasional twitch as his body writhed in the aftershocks.
“Jamesy? Lamb?” Daddy lifted his head to glance over. “Can you hear me?”
“Mnnh…” Jamesy whimpered, the bitter salt still stinging his tongue. “Tastes bad…”
“Oh-oh my God—” Daddy was already clucking as he bolted upright, taking stock as to what he had done. “Oh God, Jamesy, I am so sorry, I-I couldn’t help myself and—“
Jamesy cocked his head, hazy eyes staring in adoration.
“Did y’u make it taste bad?” He asked, genuinely confused. “Why’s sorry, Daddy?”
“Why’s sorry…?” Daddy looked down at the mess he made of his little boy. “I…I was scared. I thought I hurt you.”
Jamesy ran his little mismatched hands through the sticky, rapidly drying fluid glazing his slowly steadying chest and belly. He pulled his metal fingers close to his face to examine the thin lines forming between his outstretched digits.
He rubbed his messy eye with the back of his hand.
Which really didn’t help much.
“Ah, here, here lamb.” Daddy whimpered as he grabbed a nearby discarded piece of fabric to gently clean his little boy’s eye. “Sorry about that.”
“Mnh.” He whimpered before blinking his eye open, adjusting to the now painfully bright lights. “M’ okay, ‘s okay, Daddy. I got’ed y’ur eye las’time.”
Daddy balked as he sat before his handy work.
“…Daddy?” Jamesy whimpered. “Did I do bad?”
“What?” Daddy snapped out of his thoughts. “No, no Jamesy, you did perfect. You did absolutely amazing, lamb. You made Daddy feel so good.”
Jamesy squirmed with delight.
He did amazing.
He really was perfect.
“What about you?” Daddy asked, warm knuckles gently stroking his messy little cheek. “Did you like that? Did Daddy help you feel good, too?”
A firm, drowsy nod.
“Feel’d amazing, Daddy…” Jamesy yawned. “Feel’d so so so so so So Good.”
Daddy’s face was bright pink as he smiled sheepishly.
“I’m so glad, babyboy.” Daddy sighed as he scooped his little boy up out of the mess he was swimming in. “I’m uh… we’re gonna have to get cleaned up.”
Jamesy glanced down to where he once lay, a near perfect outline of his body painted within the negative space of the gloopy, milky puddle sinking into the couch fabric.
“Can Tony make a new couch?” Jamesy asked.
Daddy’s face went from bright crimson to deathly eggshell.
“…Tony can’t know about this, okay?” Daddy’s voice was tense, serious. “This is gonna be our secret, okay?”
Secret.
“Why?” Jamesy gazed into his Daddy’s worried eyes.
“Because…” Daddy thought. “Because Tony might not understand, and he might try to have you taken away.”
It was Jamesy’s turn to panic.
“Nonononononononononono no Daddy No Pl’ees—“
“Shh, shhh Jamesy, it’s okay!” Daddy bounced the fretful little boy in his arms. “It’s okay, I won’t let anyone take you away from me. Just promise you wont tell Tony or anyone else.”
Jamesy raised his little metal pinky finger.
Daddy’s much larger digit wrapped tightly around it.
A promise.
“Wha’ bou’ ‘Tasha?” Jamesy asked.
Daddy thought.
“…Only ‘Tasha, and maybe Sam, okay?” Daddy agreed. “But nobody else, alright?”
“Only ‘Tasha an’ Sam.” Jamesy nodded. “I like them.”
“I like them too, they’re safe.” Daddy nodded as well. “If you can’t find me, or you need another adult to talk to about anything, make sure it’s only one of them, got it?”
“Go’ddit.” Jamesy nodded once more.
“Good…” Daddy sighed. “Now let’s get you cleaned up, I guess nap time’s out the window.”
Jamesy didn’t even make it to the bathroom, dozing off nestled in the milky, sticky warmth of his Daddy’s sturdy shoulder.
Home.