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Will had been struggling with his emotions as of late. He wasn’t sure what was causing it: the irritability, frustration and lack of patience. The majority of those around him noticed it. His colleagues at work, his students. He snapped at them, huffed and cursed more than usual. They were too afraid to ask, so no one found out.
Will hadn’t come in contact with any kind of a sexual partner in a long time. All he had was his right hand, and a cellphone.
Will used the ‘niche’ porn-sites: the ones that don’t have apps, use secret codenames for certain kinks in the titles, categories that make you wonder if you clicked on EffedUpMovies instead.
He had found a more than stimulating video, once a fateful night. It advertised ‘real’ in the title, which Will took for truth— he wasn’t very familiar with this specific genre— of a father and son engaging in oral sex.
The thumbnail was what attracted Will, making his dick throb hot in his hand. The younger actor had luscious pale skin and dark hair, contrasting so deliciously to the aged, tanned cock stuffed in his mouth.
The title made him pause, though— he had a son. He had Adam. Gorgeous Adam, they’d only recently celebrated his tenth birthday. The pair of them went to the observatory. But he disregarded the thought, just wanting his hard-on gone so he could sleep.
The video clip was short yet enough for Will to elicit pleasure from. Little words were groaned in the short; simple praises such as ‘good boy’ and ‘what a hot mouth’ that made Will huff in ecstasy as his palm squeezed up his length, wishing he had someone to utter filth to.
He had used his left hand to turn up the volume on his phone, clicking replay frantically each time the clip ended and shoving the bottom of the device up to his ear just to keep hearing the wet sounds of the boy’s mouth and his humming. Will’s head was on his pillow, his hips angling up into his fist, the sheets around him wrinkled in his pleasure.
“Ah, mmn… yes, please, fuck…” Will’s eyes were shut in bliss as he whispered into the unlistening air.
Unlistening as he thought, before he felt a tiny beacon of warmth and soft skin and Dove soap curl to his side. “Hi, daddy,” his son said softly.
Will’s eyes widened and he recoiled suddenly, frightening Adam. “Oh, fuck- Adam, why aren’t you in bed?” He said sternly, shutting off his phone and chucking it onto the bedside table, not putting in a lot of effort to hide his hard cock.
Adam frowned and his eyes grew big and sad. “I’m sorry, daddy… I couldn’t sleep,” he whined out. “My room is too hot and the air conditioning is too loud. Please let me sleep here.”
Will listened before sighing and laying back down, his dick bobbing and still hard. He covered his face with his hand. He was still horny.
“Adam, just sleep on top of your bed. And maybe take off a few layers. You’ll be fine, all right?” Will told him, giving him a stern look. “Okay? Now get.”
Adam pouted, “Just this once, daddy? Please. Please?”
Will’s nose bristled, sitting up and pointing at Adam. “No, damnit! Get out and go to your room, now. When I tell you to do something, you do it, all right?” He yelled, his face a sour reflection of his sexual frustration.
Adam startled and he scrambled from the bed, whimpering. “I’m sorry,” he cried as he ran out of the room.
Will was entirely still, unbreathing until he heard the purposeful, careful click of Adam’s bedroom door shutting across the hall until he took in a breath and sighed once more.
When Will settled down to finish masturbating and opened his phone, he scoffed at the video and exited out of the tab, and found another to finish to; a video that was ‘more his taste’, of an older blonde with fake breasts being held down. His cock limped slightly when the camera showed her trimmed cunt.
***
Will didn’t greet Will until seven in the evening. He hid in his study. Adam was already downstairs, colouring at the little desk in the corner of the living room.
Adam turned once he heard Will’s sluggish footsteps and his neutral face dropped slightly to a little frown. He gave a wave.
Will walked over and groaned in exertion as he picked up the little boy. Adam instinctively wrapped his arms around his daddy.
“I’m sorry for shouting at you last night, sweetheart,” Will murmured into Adam’s bedhead, giving a kiss there, “I haven’t been my jolly old self recently, have I?” Will smiled into his scalp.
“You’re never jolly,” Adam said.
Will chuckled dryly, “Hmm, you’re right. I hope that doesn’t upset you.” His right hand rubbed Adam’s back.
Adam shrugged, “No, it doesn’t. I’d just like it if you stayed home some more, daddy.”
Will held onto Adam tighter as he walked through to the kitchen where the back door was. “I do too, lovely. I wish I was here all of the time.” He gave Adam’s forehead a smooch.
As Will opened the patio door with one hand, no excited dogs ran out, and didn't rush through Will’s legs. They didn’t have a single animal in the house. Adam didn’t want any pets. Will solemnly agreed, given that the custody agreement was that Will made Adam happy and gave him whatever he asked for.
Will carried the precious bundle of temptation out onto the wooden deck and onto the porch swing— really a backporch swing.
The evening was airy and hot, the night coming up.
Will held the little boy in his lap, and Adam curled right up against him like instinct. The little angel nuzzled Will’s neck, and Will rubbed his back.
The heat was oppressive. Adam quickly grew slick with sweat, even in his shorts and t-shirt. The drops of sweat on his collarbone caught the sunshine and Will’s eye.
“You’re a gorgeous little rascal, ain’t you?” Will whispered into Adam’s hot scalp and hugged him tightly, kissing his temple. Adam smiled and giggled sweetly, his cheeks flushing.
Adam was so beautiful: his skin was hot and shiny, his lips wet with thirst. His precious pale limbs tangled with Will’s, his little toe tapped over Will’s shin with each gentle rock.
“Mm, yes you are. My little rascal,” Will said with a smile and kissed Adam’s cheek. Their body temperatures were gradually rising, and the beating sun did not help.
“It’s so hot, daddy. Do we have ice cream?” Adam asked as he sighed. Will swallowed hard, his throat feeling quite tight and dry. “I’m going to melt.”
Will chuckled and squeezed Adam. “Melt? No, baby, I’d never let you melt. I care for you too much to let that happen.” Adam smiled sweetly and received Will’s kiss on his cheek. Will hummed. “Ice cream? Yes, we should have some, sweetheart.” His hand found Adam’s knee. “In the freezer, I’m sure. You want me to get you a bowl?” His fingers curled experimentally around his boy’s knee.
Adam shook his head ‘no’. “No, we’ll get some later, daddy. Right now, let’s just sit, okay?” Adam said.
Will smiled, finding Adam’s assertion a little humorous, considering he’s so small but so bossy and sure. “All right, Adam. Let’s just sit.”
Adam’s warm lips brushed Will’s neck as he snuggled closer, and Will’s translucent lids fluttered closed. He felt a hot shudder run down his front, and he had to remind himself this was his child.
Adam was just seeking comfort, warmth and love from his daddy. Will’s body reacted with everything that was the opposite of pure.
Will was technically starved in the context of dating and sex, he hadn’t smelled a woman’s coconut hair oil or felt the silk of underwear in months. Nobody could blame him for being so sensitive.
Will could not ignore the fact that Adam felt so perfect and right in his lap. They fit together so nicely. His cock was getting hard to ignore.
He shifted in the seat— his hips subtly rolling up into Adam’s pillowy rear. Will bit his own lower lip.
Adam’s arms squeezed tighter, and Will had to rub his son’s sides to let him know he hadn’t forgotten him there. God, he’d done the opposite of forgetting.
Adam seemed to like the touch. Will’s palms were hot with moisture and heavy, and so big, they must feel like fluffy weights. The little boy keened and snuggled Will’s chin, leaning up to give his father’s cheek a kiss. “I’ve missed you holding me so nicely,” Adam said.
Will’s cock grew painfully hard, and he allowed a crooked smile on his lips. He pulled Adam closer, “Thank you, baby. What a lovely little angel for a son I’ve got…” he murmured against Adam’s ear, then gave his cheek a kiss back.
Adam laughed and keened, and Will grinned down at him, his paw finding Adam’s hot, ripe thigh and squishing it.
“My precious little boy. You’re good, ain’t you?” Will rumbled, “my little boy.” He gave Adam’s cheek another lingering kiss.
Adam smiled, nuzzling Will and he licked over his own bottom lip.
Will pressed his mouth over Adam’s for a second before he pulled away slightly. Adam exploded into a smiley, giggly fit. Will grinned with his teeth and held Adam tightly so he wouldn’t fall from his lap.
“Careful,” Will insisted. His dick was so fucking hard, he wouldn’t be surprised if it burst from the pressure of his blood pulsing down to it. The rocking of Adam’s body rolling against it didn’t help, but neither did Will’s gentle grinding.
Adam whined up at Will, “Another kiss, daddy, just like that. Please?”
Will shouldn’t, but he does. He cupped Adam’s pretty, pink and hot cheek with his rough palm and kissed Adam’s mouth.
Will knew he was crossing a line, shattering his morals he swore to uphold. All he could focus on was the high-pressure need in his blood vessels, pooling in his cock. Will’s hungry tongue delved past Adam’s rosy, wet lips and tasted the honey of his mouth.
His left hand rubbed down Adam’s side to his ass and softly grabbed it, kneading the supple, delicious flesh as he ground his erection into Adam’s rear.
Adam whined and moaned softly, huffing into Will’s mouth as they kissed.
Will pulled away, as he had kissed him until they both needed air, until Adam was soft, pliant, pillowy and succulently malleable in his arms. His eyes were darkened with shame, but most importantly desire.
“Oh, Adam… we... you’re too young to…” Will trailed off, his throat restricting.
Adam suddenly slinked his arms around Will’s neck, moving from around Will’s midsection. “I love you so much, daddy. I want to kiss you forever,” Adam keened.
Will sighed, “Oh, sweetheart…” he murmured, “I love you too. So very much,” he tightened his arms around Adam and held him close. He stressed inside that he was taking Adam’s innocence, but his cock continued to throb.
“You’re such a good boy, Adam. Tell me what you want, huh?” Will’s voice was a raspy rumble, his touch traced Adam’s delicate curves, slipping underneath his t-shirt. He savoured the silky, sticky skin.
“More kissies, daddy, please?” Adam whined.
Will’s heart raced happily, smiling. He captured Adam’s young little mouth with his own experienced one, pouring all of his pent-up sexual frustration into the kiss. “Mmm,” Will moaned into his mouth.
Adam arched into Will’s roaming hands as his dad kissed him urgently.
Adam pulled away and panted, his eyebrows furrowed and his rosy lips parted. His cheeks were pink and shiny with perspire, his fingers grasping Will’s shirt. “Daddy, I feel so funny. My willy’s all… I don’t know. It gets like that sometimes.” He squirmed restlessly.
Will swallowed. He knew he should tuck Adam away into bed… but then he thought of undressing Adam and putting him into his pyjamas.
Will leaned down to kiss Adam’s nose. “It’s okay, baby, all right? I’ll make it better. I’ll take care of it,” He murmured, his hand sliding down to trace the little bulge in Adam’s shorts.
Adam whimpered, and bucked his little cocklet into Will’s hand. Will groaned at the sweet friction against his own cock from Adam’s movement.
“Mmm, you’re so hard for me, aren’t you?” Will cooed, rubbing Adam slowly. “Does that feel good, sweetheart? Yeah? Does my touch make you throb?”
Adam could only whimper in response, head lolling forward onto Will’s chest as his daddy worked him over, lost in sweet sensation and his little body responding to Will’s touch with a delicious purity that both thrilled and shamed his filthy dad.
“Mhm!” Adam whined, huffing into Will’s chest.
“Shh, it’s all right. Daddy’s got you, sweetheart. Good boy,” he murmured. The feeling of Adam’s tiny, young erection throbbing into his palm through his son’s shorts sent continuous jolts of pleasure down to his own hard dick.
“Oh, sweetheart… you’re so sensitive, aren’t you?” Will said, slipping his free hand under Adam’s shirt again. His fingers find Adam’s little nipples and he pinched one, rolling it softly between his fingertips. He tugged at it, drawing delicious gasps and whimpers from Adam’s spit-slick lips.
Will’s cock throbbed so hard in his pants but he ignored it completely, focused solely on Adam’s pleasure, Adam’s baby cock.
He rubbed Adam faster, feeling his baby tense and his breath come in short, sharp puffs up into Will’s neck. He felt his son’s little balls draw up, his dicklet pulsing urgently against Will’s palm.
“That’s it, my good boy. Let it happen, precious. Cum for your daddy, sweetheart, let me know how good this feels,” Will encouraged, Adam’s small body shuddered as his small dick spilled into his briefs.
Will groaned lowly at the feel of it, at the sheer knowledge he had brought Adam to his first orgasm. He gentled his touch as he murmured, “Good boy, Adam. Such a sweet boy. My precious son.”
Adam went lax in Will’s hold, his father’s heart clenching with love and lingering desire.
Will knew he crossed a line. He had to get a grip, end this before it went any further at all.
His thoughts were sliced momentarily as he heard the soft murmurs of his son, cradled to his chest like a newborn. “Oh… thank you, daddy. I love you.” Adam softly babbled.
Will’s chest tightened. He couldn’t speak just yet.
He stood up with Adam in his arms, the little monkey whining gently in protest at being jostled. He walked with the bundle to Adam’s bedroom, entering in and settling him gently onto the bed.
He undressed Adam, the small boy cringing at the wetness in his shorts. He cleaned his son up and put a pair of new briefs on him.
“Daddy, I’m still hot,” Adam whispered. “And it’s only nine.” The child pointed to his alarm clock.
Will tucked the boy into his bed, pulling the sheet to his chin. “Just nap now, okay? Do as you’re told, now.” He said tiredly, firmly.
Adam nodded, a small smile still on his rosy lips. Will watched him after he shut his eyes for a long moment, committing the peaceful sight to his loose memory, before silently leaving the room.
In the hallway, he broke. The weight of what he had done came crashing down over his head, holding his skull tightly, punishingly to keep it from falling apart. He leaned against the wall in pain. He had thrown away a father’s promise, an unbreakable bond between a father and God. Broken the law. And for what? A moment of weakness, pleasure that wasn’t his to stimulate or witness?
Will felt physically sick. He was no better than the monsters he hunted. What kind of sick, twisted fuck was he to want his own child like that?
Will caught himself, stumbling to the kitchen, his mind still reeling and spinning from the events of the afternoon. He needed to numb himself, drown out his relentless thoughts and the guilt, the self-loathing.
He picked up a three-quarter-full bottle of whiskey, the nearest one in his cupboard, and took it to the living room to wallow.
***
It was now midnight. Will had clumsily shut the blinds in the living room, the television the only source of light he allowed. The hum of whatever was on was not listened to– Will didn’t know how much he had drank, only knew that the room had been spinning for a while and his thoughts were slow and dull.
He was happy for the relief, welcoming it with open arms. He slouched back against the cushions of the couch, wanting to melt into the fabric and never be found.
The liquor burned going down, but it was better than thinking of Adam’s soft skin, the lovely sound of his needy moans. He took another long swig, feeling the welcomed warmth spread throughout his belly, loosening the tight coil in his gut. He didn’t even bother with a glass.
Adam’s little footsteps didn’t even register in Will’s head. Will startled as he felt the warm weight settle into his lap. Will’s eyes fluttered open, struggling to focus.
“Hey, buddy,” Will slurred, his arms wrapping around Adam. “What’re you doing up so late, baby?” His eyes focused, and his dick immediately hardened seeing and feeling Adam was in only his cute, white cotton briefs.
Adam smiled and snuggled Will’s chest. “I couldn’t sleep, daddy. My tummy won’t settle… and neither will my willy,” Adam whispered.
Will nuzzled into the crook of Adam’s neck, sniffing his skin and breathing in his clean scent, despite the warmth of the day. Adam’s words sent a jolt of desire through him, his cock twitching traitorously in his pants.
“Tell you what, baby,” Will said, his words still slurred. “Why don’t we watch a movie, hmm? Yeah?”
Will knew it was a silly suggestion–a delaying tactic. Adam nodded, and Will began to move his hand around the couch to look for the remote.
Will’s hand slapped around, sighing as he struggled to locate it. Will’s hand finally landed on Adam’s bare thigh as he completed his search.
He let his paw rest, rubbing the pillow skin. “Mmm, can’t find it, sweetie…”
His hand moved up to Adam’s rear, then his bare back, then around to his soft, plushy tummy.
“Daddy, that tickles…” Adam squirmed, a small, uncomfortable noise escaping him.
Will’s hand drifted further up, back to Adam’s young pink nipples. He rubbed over the sensitive nubs, his callouses on his palms stimulating them and making them stand up. Adam whined. “Daddy…”
Will knew he should stop, this was wrong, but the whiskey had dulled his morals. Made him reckless. He wanted Adam: his soft skin, his pretty little dick, his pink hole and nipples, to hear his breathy, precious moans.
“Mm… aah,” Will hummed as he leaned down to lick over Adam’s nipple.
Adam squeaked and gripped Will’s shoulders. “Daddy!” He whimpered, a sound of uncertainty.
“Shh, shh, it’s all right, baby. I’ve got you, haven’t I?” Will murmured into Adam’s warm chest, his mouth closing over one nipple and suckling softly.
Adam gasped, his hands hugging Will’s head. “Mm! Dad…!” He whined.
Will hummed, pulling his mouth off and moving to lick at the other nipple, sucking.
“Daddy, I feel so funny…” Adam’s voice was small and uncertain. “Please, daddy,” he whimpered, hips rolling.
Will groaned, Adam’s perky nipple slipping from his mouth, the sound of his moan rough and ragged.
Will gave Adam’s mouth a wet, quick kiss before pulling away, Adam’s mouth following his with a whine.
Will fumbled with the button of his pants, shoving them down along with his own boxers, freeing his cock. It sprang out: hard, throbbing, his tip already red and leaking.
“C’mere, baby,” Will said, his voice heavy with desire. He guided Adam to the carpet on the floor between his legs, his son’s face now level with his straining cock.
Adam looked up at Will with his big, precious eyes. Will held his face between his hands, giving his nose and cheek lazy, sluggish smooches. His drunken actions slightly stirred Adam’s anxious little tummy.
Will tangled a hand in Adam’s brown curls. “You want to taste my cock, babe? Huh? You gonna put it in your mouth, suck it?” He slurred.
Adam nodded, a nervous smile on his lips. “Yes, dad…”
Will’s cock strained toward Adam, and he groaned at his boy’s words. His hips twitched forward. “You’re going to make your dad feel good, ain’t you?” Will hummed, rubbing the tip of his cock against Adam’s lips, pulling the boy’s head closer. “Open up.”
Adam parted his precious lips, his little tongue poking out to lick at the wet head of Will’s dick. Will shuddered violently at the contact, groaning. “Oh, fuck…”
Adam slowly took more of Will’s cock into his mouth, following his father’s whispered directions. His mouth felt so wet and perfect.
“Mm, fuck… your mouth feels… so hot,” Will moaned, fighting the urge to fuck into the wet, delicious heat of Adam’s mouth. “Are you gonna deep throat my cock? Like a good boy? I’d love it so much if you did, sweetie…”
Adam looked up at Will, sucking slowly at his father’s cock. He gagged a few times as the head of Will’s dick hit the back of Adam’s fluttering throat. Adam’s eyes watered, forcing himself to relax in his mix of warm fright and anxiety.
Will felt the throat of his young son constrict as he swallowed around his cock. Will knew he wasn’t going to last long.
“That’s it, baby, fuck… God,” he gasped, his grip on Adam’s hair tightening.
Adam whined in pain. It never registered in Will’s drunken mind. His little baby paw came to Will’s furred thigh.
The vibrations of Adam’s whine made Will almost finish. He could feel his orgasm coiling in his belly and his balls, pushing his head further down Adam’s throat.
Adam coughed and gagged, his eyes shutting tight and tears gathering in the corners. His hand scratched at Will’s hip desperately and whimpered.
“God, take it…yes,” Will groaned and his hips jerked as he came, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself deep in Adam’s throat. He kept thrusting, fucking Adam’s face as he rode out his climax.
Adam weeped, swallowing around Will’s cock, trying to please his daddy. Will’s gripping hand in his curls hurt.
Will was lost to the forbidden bliss of his son’s mouth and throat, his drunk mind making him think of a woman’s channel and cervix. The taboo depravity of what he had committed was muted in his brain, all he knew was the hot slickness of Adam’s delicious, velvety throat.
“Ah…fuck,” Will moaned and he pulled out of Adam’s mouth, its slack, wet length softening and limping over as Will slumped back into the couch, sighing.
“Mm…” Will shut his eyes. Adam coughed, gasping and spluttering helplessly.
The little boy frowned up at his neglectful father, having to wipe his own mouth.
Adam stood up on his two little shaky legs, and climbed into Will’s lap. Wanting affection like a baby bird.
Will’s arms closed around Adam, pulling him in tight. He nuzzled Adam’s cheek. “Thank you, babe… you did so good. I’m so happy with you. Made your daddy come so hard,” he chuckled dryly.
“You’re so beautiful,” Will huffed into Adam’s scalp. Adam tried to make himself comfortable in Will’s lap, but he was too hot. His throat hurt.
“Mm… thanks, daddy.” Adam softly rasped.
Will smiled. “Listen to your little rasp, babe. That’s a good sign. Means you were really good to me, made me feel really good…” He murmured.
Adam silently accepted. Will’s hands rubbed his son’s back lovingly, absently.
Will rocked Adam gently. “So sleepy, baby. Are you sleepy?” Will whispered.
Adam hummed, “Oh, yes… I’m tired now. I’d like some ice cream.”
Will nodded, smiling into Adam’s skin. “Mm, hehehe… okay. C’mon… let’s go get you some then.”
Will got up and led Adam by his little hand. Will’s steps were a little loud, all over the place. He was still drunk.
Adam sat at the table and Will knelt down to open the freezer.
Adam watched his father stumble to the counter with a bowl and spoon, taking a few scoops of the vanilla ice cream into the bowl.
Will came to the table, placing the bowl and the spoon in front of Adam. “There you go, lovely.”
He sat down and watched Adam eat.
Will left the ice cream to melt on the counter.