I had been in contact with Gary Brooke for more than two years now. At the start of our online chats I only knew him as '8inchforsons'. Now however, we were more confident to reveal our personal details to one another.

For starters, I have found out that he was two years older to me and was a middle school teacher in the same city. On the other hand, he knew I was married with a kid, discreet and had never fooled around with another guy since things started to become serious between me and Pam. But the suppressed urges had made me roam for hours on the dark side of the web, seeking online fantasies that would end up with me jerking off at my basement workstation.

Gary would tell me stories of his sexual escapades. We were friends, but he never considered me his type. Although, looking at him on his webcam, I find him a real looker. He had a 'bad boy' persona, a little scruffy and fit, always with a cigarette between his lips or fingers. As opposed to me, looking like the clean-shaven guy in an office suit that nobody would ever notice. In all his stories, it was always him with a younger adult, a college student etcetera, looking for a good time with a dad like figure.

It was one time, when he was tipsy with some Scotch, that he confessed to me about the things he had done with his middle school students. In addition to teaching Mathematics, he was also a temporary coach. He had flashed a couple of the kids in the locker room, and had received some good blowjobs after a little coaching from some of the flamboyant boys, who were obviously into it as well.

It was from there that I found out the thing that really turns him on. Younger boys. And that was why he took up the teaching job. He was really happy that he had found someone to tell these stories to, and I enjoyed listening to them. He would take naked pictures of some of the boys in the locker room and share them with me. I would spend day and night jacking off to them. My repressed obsession with gay sex had now converted into repressed obsession with young boys.

One day, I had accidentally walked in on my 10-year-old son, Malcolm, changing. I apologized and closed the door, but ever since then, I could not help thinking about Malcolm. Now, up to this point, I had not talked about him to Gary. But when those feelings came in, I knew he was the only person I could talk to. I told Gary about how I think Malcolm was cute with his curly blonde hair, his blue eyes, his freckles and his skinny frame. I gave Gary pictures of my son and he would bluntly tell me that Malcolm was a real beauty. I would take Malcolm to the beach or follow him for his swimming lessons and secretly snap a photo or two and pass it to Gary.

Gary then volunteered to teach private Math lessons to Malcolm. Malcolm was initially reluctant for additional Maths classes, but his grades were average, just like all of his other grades, so I managed to convince Pam that he really needed help in Maths. I did not know what I was hoping for Malcolm to gain from the private tutor, but improving his Math was certainly not my priority. He would have a class every Tuesday for two hours after school.

Lessons 1 – 3

The first time I dropped him at Gary's house was actually the first time I met Gary in person. It was slightly awkward, and I played the part of a parent who was concerned about Malcolm's grades. Gary told me to leave it to him and then we parted ways. I just went home and waited.

An hour after class began, I got a picture from Gary. It was Malcolm sitting at the dining table, doing his equations in his notebook. Nothing else happened for the next two lessons, except Gary sending me pictures of my son doing Math at the same table.

Lessons 4 – 6

On the fourth lesson, Gary sent me a photo of Malcom's crotch shot from under the table, taken from where Gary was sitting. His shorts were slightly ajar and his pale thighs were visible. I jacked off three times to that picture before I had to leave home to fetch Malcolm. On the fifth lesson, Gary sent a short clip instead of a photo. It was again an under table shot of Malcolm's crotch, but this time, the phone pans back up and shows that Gary had pulled his cock out and was jacking off under the table. The next lesson was a photo of Malcolm sitting down and doing his work while Gary had his hard cock out, inches from touching Malcolm's back. I literally cummed myself without jacking off thinking Gary had been jerking off just behind Malcolm without him knowing.

Lesson 7

Video from the next lesson was a little shaky. Malcolm can be seen doing his work on the table from slightly afar. It was as though the video was recorded from the adjacent kitchen counter. Then, the video showed Gary jacking off under the counter. Occasionally the video pans back up to show Malcolm doing his math work quietly. Suddenly, Gary took a mug of milk from the counter and brought it under it. He dipped his cockhead in the milk and his cock appeared to be throbbing vigorously. He sounded like he forcefully tried to muffle a few grunts. He then stuffed his cock back into his pants, took a teaspoon and mixed the milk. He walked over to Malcolm and left the mug next to him telling him, "Here you go." The next few short videos were of Malcolm taking a sip from the milk. Then, Gary sent me a photo of the empty mug.

Lessons 8 & 9

The next two lessons though, Gary did not send me anything to even get me hard. It was both a photo and a video of Malcolm playing a playstation game on Gary's couch. I was slightly upset and when I fetched Malcolm, I told Gary that he needed more attention. Gary reassured me that Malcolm's lessons were on track.

Lesson 10

I received a short video from Gary's phone. It was shot from a hidden angle and Malcolm was holding a cigarette between his fingers. Gary could be heard egging him on, "Dude, come on, deep drag this time."

Malcolm then took a long drag from the cigarette, exhaled and coughed while Gary laughed. It was nothing sexual, but watching that made me horny nevertheless. Something about a grown man teaching my son to smoke got me excited. I guess it is because both Pam and I do not smoke, and my wife had always discouraged Malcolm from the habit.

Lesson 11

From the next class, Gary sent me two videos. The first was in a bathroom, Gary opened a can of beer and took a big swig of beer from the can, then he whipped out his cock and pissed into the open can. The second video was not shot from a hidden angle this time, but was directly pointed at my son. Gary egged him on again saying "Chug! Chug! Chug!" while Malcolm drank the entire can. When I fetched Malcolm that day, he seemed tipsy and I told him to wait in the car.

I asked Gary if Malcolm knew Gary had pissed into his first can of beer and Gary said he did not. He then told me that Malcolm had liked his first beer, and that now we would have to piss in all Malcolm's beers, so he wouldn't know the difference. Gary also told me that he had assured Malcolm that any video or photos taken in his household stays between him and Malcolm and that no one has to know what they do during the second hour of tuition lessons.

When we returned home, I told Malcolm and Pam that Mr. Gary had advised me that Malcolm was slow and weak in Maths and would require an additional day of lessons at no extra cost. Pam was delighted that the extra lessons were free and Malcolm agreed that he required extra lessons. When asked what he thought of the lessons, Malcolm replied that he thought Mr. Gary was an excellent tutor. I told him I was glad he and Gary were getting along so splendidly.

Lessons 12 & 13

The next week, Gary sent me his usual mid lesson video. Shot from behind the couch Malcolm was sitting on, he was enthralled with what was on the TV. Projected was a bi-porn of a girl sucking a guy's cock, while another guy was fucking the first guy and licking on the girl's tits. Then Gary asked, "Dude what do you think of her tits?"

Malcolm replied without removing his gaze "I had no idea they get that big. The guys have big cocks too."

Gary replied, "Well, I am sure you will be hung when you are older as well".

Second lesson of the week showed a similar video shot from behind the couch. This time there were no conversations, but displayed on the TV was a twink sucking on his older daddy. The video then zooms into Malcolm's crotch. He was wearing black shorts, but there was an obvious tent formed. The 'tent' throbbed twice and then the video stopped.

Lesson 14

The following week, Gary had placed the camera phone secretly facing the couch. It was a long 15-minute video, unlike the usual ones that he sent. It was not clear what type of porn they were watching, but they both had tents. Gary obviously had nothing underneath his shorts, so his tent pitched up proudly, while Malcolm was sitting uncomfortably trying to hide his boner. He kept glancing down at the throbbing tent in Gary's pants every 10 seconds or so. Gary, looking straight ahead at the TV, started to slowly tug on his cock and moan. Malcolm continued his frequent side glances and placed his hands on his boner, almost pushing it down. The video stopped.

Lesson 15

Two days later, they were back on the couch but this time they were not just watching the porn, but talking to each other. Malcolm started, "Come on Mr B, you promised you would show me how long yours was today."

Gary sighed, "Oh well, I will show it to you if you promise me to not tell anyone that I showed it to you, OK?" Malcolm promised. Gary continued, "And if I show it to you, will you show me yours in return?"

"Yes sir," Malcolm answered.

Gary instructed Malcolm to kneel down. Gary stood up and pulled his shorts down. His massive 8 inches[20 cm] uncut cock was leaking precum just an inch [2.5 cm] from my son's face. Malcolm looked as if he was studying the cock intensively. The video then abruptly ended. When I went to fetch Malcolm, Gary told me that they had been having a great lesson today, to which Malcolm smiled.

That night, while Malcolm and I were watching some football on TV, my phone buzzed. Gary had sent me some photos. It was a thin boy with blond curls on a bed. He tried to cover his face with his right forearm, but there was no mistaking who that boy was. The boy had his T-shirt pulled up to above his nipples, revealing a smooth chest with his bony ribs jetting out and his flat tummy sank. The second photo was of the same boy, with his crotch being fondled by a hand.

The next photo showed the hand pulling down on the waistband of the boy's grey shorts and his briefs simultaneously, exposing a smooth and erect cut 4-inch [10 cm] cocklet and wrinkled up hairless ballsac. The final photo was a close up shot of the cocklet squeezed between a large index and thumb, a tiny drop of colourless nectar oozing out from the slit at the head. I looked at Malcolm, then I went to the bathroom to drain my balls.

Lesson 16

'Gary (Math teacher) sent you a video'. As soon as I saw the notification, I started jacking off my cock. I was already naked on my bed, waiting for the phone to ping. I clicked on play. It was Malcolm facing the camera, looking down shyly, trying to awkwardly conceal his face from the glare of the cell phone flash facing directly at him, in the dimly lit bedroom. The blinds were closed. Gary could be heard saying, "Ok, take your shirt off".

Malcolm replied, "Do we have to do it with the camera?".

"Come on buddy, you promised that you would take all of yours off after I took mine off," the camera pointed down to show Gary's massive erection. Malcolm still doesn't seem comfortable. "Hey buddy, you have got nothing to worry about okay. It is just us here. No one will ever know. I certainly do not want your dad finding out about what we are doing here, do I?"

The camera pointed at Malcolm face, who seemed to take comfort at the Math teacher's reassurance. Malcolm smiled and looked at the camera. He said OK, and proceeded to take of his shirt, and threw it on the bed next to Gary's boxers and shorts. Malcolm then unbuckled his khakis, pulled them down and stepped out of them. He was standing there in a white bikini brief with red polka dots. I remember those undies clearly, I bought them for him two years ago and he still seemed to use them, although he had clearly grown too big for them, especially when his bulge stretched the front of briefs further.

Before Malcolm could pull the briefs down, Gary had managed to gently squeezed that bulge and Malcolm chuckled. After he stepped out of the briefs, Malcolm covered his crotch with both his hands. Gary brought the camera closer to his crotch and pried open the hands from the dick. The camera showed the cocklet again. Gary's fingers pulled the skin back to show its proud head. Malcolm whispered, "It is not that big."

Gary replied "Let's compare then". Gary placed his enormous cock next to Malcolm's, flicking some of his precum on the boy's cock.

"Eww, gross" the boy said with a chuckle.

"Well, I win coz I am bigger, and I guess you have to do as I say," said Gary.

"What do you want me to do then?" the boy replied.

"For starters, why not taste a bit of this goo?" Gary coated some precum on his index finger and brought it to Malcolm's lips.

The boy closed his lips shut and sounded, "Nuh Uh!"

"Come on, you wouldn't know how it taste unless you try a little. The boy slightly parted his lips, and brought out the tip of his tongue. But Gary saw an opening, and immediately pushed the finger into Malcolm's mouth. Gary wiggled his finger against the boy's tongue. Malcolm started to suck on the finger. He sucked on it even as Gary withdrew the finger.

"It's sweet," Malcolm stated, as he continued to taste it in his mouth.

"Well, then you would enjoy where it came from."

The video ended. But I knew it was not over. There was a notification for a second video when I was watching the first one. The second one showed my son on his knees, taking a grown cock into his mouth. Gary whispered, "Oh yes boy, you have seen how they do it, suck on it good." My son continued to suck on that grown cock, bobbing his head in and out. His lips were sweetly wrapped around the skin. He took half of the entire shaft down his throat. "Your throat is so tight and moist, feels so good boy."

Malcolm replied with a "Mmmph" as he continued sucking.

"I don't think I am going to last long boy," Gary stated as he began to groan. I thought he was going to ejaculate right into my son's windpipe, but he removed his cock and held onto Malcolm's head. His cock was now spurting ropes of cum on my son's face. Gary held Malcolm's face up facing the camera, his deflating wet cock still placed on his face. Malcolm struggled to keep his eyes open as cum dripped into them; cum oozed out of one of his nostrils, the front of his hair was now matted with cum, and cum dripped down the sides of his face and slowly down to his pursed lips.

Malcolm struggled to speak, "I have it all on me."

"Do you like it?" Gary asked.

"It is sticky," Malcolm replied.

Gary now placed his soft cock on Malcolm's lips and instructed Malcolm to put his tongue out. Malcolm obliged. Gary squeezed on his soft cock, and more cum poured out onto they boy's tongue. The boy brought it back into him, closed his mouth and swallowed, the front of his neck moved accordingly.

"It slightly salty," Malcolm said.

"You'll get used to it, it is good for you," Gary replied.

The video then ended. I had cum myself, but I was still hard. I think I had it in me, to go again.

By the time I reached Gary's house, I was half an hour late. I apologized to Gary and Malcolm and made an excuse that I got caught in traffic. Gary gave me a wink. I smiled back at him. When Malcolm and I sat in the car, I turned to look at him and he looked at me. There were no cum on his face, my son's face looked innocent.

"What is it?" Malcolm asked.

"Nothing" I replied, "I just wanted you to know how proud I am of you with your lessons with Mr. Gary."

"Okay" he responded.

I continued to look at his face and then I asked him "Did you shower? Your hair is slightly damp."

He looked away, and nervously replied "Yea, I poured some milk on myself."

I smiled.

Lesson 17

I dropped Malcolm off earlier at Gary's place. Malcolm was eager to get to his lessons, and he wanted me to leave without having my usual small chat with Gary. This time I did not get a video, but a livestream feed. My son was on all fours on the bed, clad in his briefs. His hands appeared to be cuffed to the headboard, his feet were bound to the side of the bed and his eyes were blindfolded. The camera went all around him. Gary ordered him to bark like a dog and he complied.

Gary brought the camera around to his ass that was jutting out. He pulled the undies down. Gary played with Malcolm's erection and caressed his balls before he parted his butt cheeks. Right on my screen, was my son's puckered tight hole. To call it a hole would have been an overstatement, it looked like a slit that was shut tightly. The camera was placed down on the bed, viewing Malcolm's crotch and his parted thighs. Then Gary could be seen playing with the hole and kissed it. Malcolm moaned.

"You like that?" Gary asked.

"Yeah," my son replied.

Gary parted the ass cheeks again and pushed his tongue into the hole. Malcolm moaned louder.

"Please, put it in me, sir," Malcolm stated.

Gary brought the camera back to the view of the hole. This time the hole appeared moist with a small opening. The kid wants Gary to fuck him, I thought. Gary placed his wet index finger on the opening and caressed it. The hole opened a little more.

"Are you sure you want me to fuck you with my finger?" Gary asked.

"No sir, fuck me with your cock just like those videos we saw," Malcolm replied.

"But you are a young boy, you may not be ready, fucking is only for big brave boys."

"I AM BRAVE!" Malcolm yelled.

"Okay, lets see if you can take my finger first," Gary said as he pushed the finger past the tight sphincter. Malcolm let out a grunt, took a couple of deep breaths and sighed loudly.

When the finger was all the way in, I could hear Malcolm's shallow breaths.

"Wow, I think you are ready. For your age, you have been so brave, I am so proud of you." Then, as if Gary was speaking directly to me: "You won't believe how tight he is, and he is warm and wet on the inside, you must be very proud of him."

Gary appeared to be probing the insides of my son, playing with his prostate. The boy kept his face buried in the pillow and moaned. Then, Gary lightly tried to withdraw the finger. But the boy's pelvis followed him back. It was as if his sphincter tightly gripped the invading finger and would not let it go. Gary pushed back in and the boy moved forward. He tried to withdraw the finger again, the butt moved slightly backwards as if it was still stuck to the finger, but then the finger started to emerge out of the hole.

Now, there was a clear hole, after the boy was violated. Gary stood up and placed his huge cock right at the hole. The girth of the cock head was still about 7 times bigger than the hole the finger had produced.

"Please, fuck me with your cock," the boy cried.

To which Gary replied, "No, that would not be right buddy."

"Why?" Gary asked loudly.

Gary placed the camera against the bedside table, with full view of the both of them on the bed. He uncuffed Malcolm and removed the straps on his legs. He held the boy tightly in his arms and kissed him. His fingers fondled the boy's boner.

"Malcolm, do you remember when I showed you the video of me fucking that Latino boy?" Gary asked. I remember this video clearly. Months ago, Gary had showed me a video of him with a Mexican twink from a local university. The twink did everything for Gary, sucked him off, licked his toes, rimmed him, drank his piss, fucked him and more.

"Yeah," Malcolm replied.

"Do you remember what he called me?" Gary asked.

"Daddy," Malcolm answered.

"Yes, he called me Daddy, have you ever wondered why he called me Daddy?"

"I am not sure. He can't be your son, can he? I mean… um you told me you had no children."

"Yes, I do not. But the games that we play are usually a secret game between fathers and their sons. Carlos, the boy from the video, lost his father when he was very young. Which was why he wanted me to do it to him. As for you Malcolm, you still have a father, and it is actually his right to fuck you, not mine."

"But my father does not do these things with me, we never had this much fun like the both of us." Malcolm interjected.

"Yes, I understand Malcolm, but it is not right. He should be the one to fuck you. He should be your first. If he had taken your virginity, then I would gladly help you with any of your urges. But as long as your father is around, it is only right that he should be the first one to fuck you. Do you want him to fuck you?"

"Yes, I do."

"Are you interested in playing these games with your Daddy?"

"Yes, I do. I want it badly. But I am afraid he would not be as receptive to this, like you are." Malcolm said with a sad face.

After a pause, Gary added "Well, there is a way around these customs, but it has to be a secret."

"What is it Mr. B? I am up for it; I am willing to do anything!" Malcolm looked at Gary with enthusiasm.

"When is your mom's next night shift at the hospital?" Gary asked.

"Wednesday night!" Malcolm replied.

"Well, that's good, that's tomorrow night. Men usually leave a mug of their own pee on their bedside as they sleep, to ward off evil witches who can seduce men when their wives are away. All you have to do buddy is to sneak into your father's room and drink the entire mug. Pee is not easy to drink. It is very salty. But if you have the will to do it, then it will be easy. Take a video of you drinking the entire pee with your phone and send it to me. After you drink it, place the empty mug back where it was placed. Your dad will think that the witches drank it."

"What happens if I succeed in drinking it all?" Malcolm asked.

"Well, that is easy. Legend has it that once a son drinks his dads pee and shows it to another man, then his soul would recognize that man as equal to his own father."

"Then you would also be my father, and I can finally be fucked by my dad just like the Latino guy?"

"Exactly, my boy…. Exactly!!"

I was too excited for Wednesday. Pam left after dinner for her night shift. After dinner, Malcolm and me watched some television. I was too horny; I had a boner the entire time we sat on the couch. I hid mine by crossing my legs. I went to the kitchen, and I jacked myself off into a mug. I poured some milk in the mug and mixed the cum with the milk. I brought the mug to Malcolm and passed it to him. I myself was nursing my fifth can of beer. My son drank his father's milk as I sat there and looked at him. He caught me looking at him. I gave out a fake yawn.

"Well, Malcolm, I am going to hit the sack. I am too tired. Don't stay up too late okay? It is very chilly and not a good night. And close the windows will ya? We do not know what spirits may be lurking!" I caught a hint of smile from Malcolm, as he continued to watch the TV.

We exchanged our Good Nights and I rushed into my room. I have already placed a pint mug in my bathroom. Then I proceeded to pee in it. It was amazing how much my bladder could hold after 5 cans of beer. I filled it up almost to the brim. I placed it on my bedside table and turned off the lights. I pretended to sleep.

About half an hour later, I heard someone creeping outside the door. The doorknob started to turn, so I closed my eyes. Footsteps crept up closer to the bedside table next to me. I opened my eyes slightly. I saw the skinny hands pick the mug up and slowly leave the room. He closed the door behind him. Half an hour later, he came back and placed the empty mug on the bedside table and left.

Did he really drink it? I was so curious. Shortly after, Gary forwarded the video to me. My son was in his bathroom, shirtless and had recorded himself drinking the entire mug. The piss should have been cool by then and he had difficulty with the first few gulps. But by the end of it, he was chugging it down like a frat boy at a college party. I jacked myself off to sleep.

Lesson 18

I insisted on taking Malcolm to the front door for his next lesson. I wanted to thank Gary for getting him to drink my cold piss and I wanted to urge him to be gentle with Malcolm, when he fucked him today. When the door opened, Gary instructed Malcolm to proceed to the dining room where he usually sat for his math lessons. Before I could open my mouth, Gary told me to remove my shoes and tiptoe up the stairs. In about an hour, he said they would come up to the bedroom and he asked me to hide in the closet.

Up until now, I had only seen the action via a phone. The thought of seeing Gary fuck my own son in person got me excited. I did as Gary said, and proceeded upstairs. I heard Malcolm asking if I had left. To which Gary said yes and told him that, "Your Dad gave us an extra hour for today's lesson."

"Really!" Malcolm exclaimed. "Then will you fuck me today?"

"Yes, I will."

"Can we start playing games now?" Malcolm pleaded.

"You know the rules buddy. One hour of math, then the fun."

"Okay."

For what seemed like an hour of eternity, I waited for them at the top of the stairs. Math was over and I could hear Gary and Malcolm watching some porn on the TV for half an hour. Malcolm kept on asking if they could go to the bedroom and do those acts too. I agreed with Malcolm, I was getting impatient as well. I was already naked and dripping my juice all over the top floor. I kept my clothes safely hidden in the bedroom closet, so I would be able to jack myself off inside there quietly as I watched Gary fuck my son through the louvre openings.

When they were about to come up the stairs, Gary gave a loud signal and I scrambled into the closet.

They both entered the bedroom. They both had their clothes on and stood by the side of the bed.

Gary sat on the lazy chair and stripped down to his boxers. This time, instead of a phone, he placed a video camera on a tripod facing the bed and clicked on record. "I want to remember this moment, Malcolm; you are a very special kid."

"Thanks Mr. B," he replied.

"Oh no, in here I am no longer Mr. B, remember."

"Oh yea, I guess you are also my dad now. Do I call you Daddy just like how I call Daddy?"

"Yes, we are the same now. You can remove your clothes now son." Gary whispered.

"Okay daddy." Malcolm said as he slowly pulled his black tee shirt and unbuckled his khaki shorts till they dropped to the floor. He was wearing his favourite Spiderman briefs. He usually wore them on special occasions. It was red, white and blue with the face of spiderman himself on the front and cobwebs on the back. Gary asked him to turn around. His boner under the briefs gave Spiderman a Pinocchio like nose. Gary asked him to pull them down and he complied. His 4-inch [10cm] dick was throbbing.

Gary picked the briefs up from the floor and placed them over Malcolm's head. Now, the cobwebs completely covered his face.

"Do I have to? I would like to see your cock," Malcolm sighed.

"You have to do what Daddy says, OK?" Gary said sternly.

"Okay," my son replied with a hint of disappointment.

The boy got on all fours on the bed, which was covered with a waterproof mattress protector. Gary took out the cuffs from the bedside table and cuffed the boy to the headboard. He then strapped his ankles to the side frames of the bed. He kept some pillows under him to prop him up. Now, Malcolm laid on the bed like a puppy with his ass revealing a pink hole.

Then quietly, Gary walked towards me and opened the closet door. I was a little surprised. He brought me to the side of the bed where I could see my son in all his glory. His face covered in his own undies and his smooth pale butt exposed.

Next to me, Gary told Malcolm. "Before I fuck you, you need to wet my dick. Give daddy's dick a good suck and coat my dick with all the sweet precum. If my dick is nice and moist, then it won't hurt as bad when I fuck you."

"Yes daddy."

Gary directed me on the bed. My cock now inches from my son as I lowered myself to him. He could not see me, but his face was searching for my cock like a puppy sniffing for his mother's tit.

My cock was 7 inches [17.5 cm] with a mushroom head, dripping precum an inch [2.5 cm] from my son's face. I was not sure if I could do this, then Gary gave me a shoulder pat and whispered, "Don't worry, it's just us here."

I ran my fingers through the curly blonde hair, then down to those soft ears and finally down to his chin. I lifted up his face. He moaned. I slid the waistband of the briefs up from Malcolm's lips and placed it on his nose. My son already parted his lips and sticked his tongue out. I held my cock just above the tongue and squeezed on it. My juice dripped onto his tongue. He just held his tongue out to collect as much as possible. Then I wiped my piss slit on the tip of his tongue. He brought his tongue back to his mouth and swallowed.

Gary, who was behind the headboard and next to me whispered, "How did that taste son?"

"It was sweeter than before," Malcolm said. As he said that, Malcolm wrapped his mouth around my mushroom head. He pulled my cock deeper into his mouth greedily. His nose was buried in my pubes. I let out a slight "Oh fuck!" at the sight of my son engulfing my cock. I moaned and tilted my head back. My son had his nose buried in my pubes, his mouth bobbed up and down on my cock, his tongue was exploring his father's shaft, tasting his father's dick, and the back of his throat gently massaged my head. My juice poured into my son's mouth.

"Yes, that's good son, suck on your dad's cock. You are doing so well." Gary encouraged Malcolm as Gary kissed me on my neck.

Occasionally Malcolm took a deep breath and dived into my cock. The entire shaft would be in his mouth and his tongue would tickle my hairy balls.

It did not take long; I was in ecstasy. On the fourth deep dive Malcolm did on his father's cock, I told him I was going to cum, I pushed down the back of his head and my large cock head went right into his tiny esophagus. He could not breathe and wanted to withdraw but I pushed his head down. I started shooting down his esophagus as my cock throbbed and hardened in his mouth. Two shots in his food pipe, he withdrew slightly, the next shot coated his vocal cords, and the final few shots directly into his throat. As he struggled to take his first breath after chocking, he inhaled on my cum and coughed some out through his nose. I moaned and grunted loudly. But he was too busy trying to recover, that he did not notice his father's voice.

As I withdrew my softening cock, I looked at my son's face. He had cum oozing from his nose and from the corner of his mouth. He was regaining his composure again. It was at that moment that I felt he looked like he needed a wash down. I pointed my flaccid dick at him, the head had now retracted back into the foreskin. I let my piss go. He was not ready for it. He jolted slightly backwards. But I washed the cum from his nose and mouth. I guess he knew what I was doing and opened his mouth, he needed the piss to wash down the cum that coated his throat too. I pissed in my son's mouth. I pissed on his Spidey briefs, I pissed on his hair, I pissed on his arched back. He was drenched in my piss. My piss, my son. He was mine now.

I took a step off the bed. The boy seemed sad to have me go.

"Are you wet now dad? Can you fuck me now?" Malcolm shouted.

I bent down and held on to my knees trying to take a deep breath. It just dawned on me that my own son had just sucked on my cock, I had fed my son with my own sperm and washed it down with my own piss. And now, my son was begging me to fuck him. To stuff his own father's cock down his butthole. The same cock that I used to fuck Pam 11 years ago on our honeymoon in Aruba. The same cock that fed Pam the seed that made Malcolm who he is. And now Malcolm wanted it, wanted me, wanted my seed in him. I love my son. I made him. I was there when he came out pink and screaming. And now I understood what he truly screamed and longed for. His own father's cock up his itchy butthole.

But could I do it? I was sweaty and exhausted, but when I looked down, my cock was hard again. I looked at Gary and he smiled at me reassuringly. Gary took a large square mirror that hung from the wall and placed it against the headboard facing my son. I got behind my son and I could see his face looking at the mirror. His briefs covering half his face were soaked in urine. Each time he inhaled, he smelled my piss and he wanted me. I placed my hand on his smooth bubble behind. He quivered again and pushed his butt backwards, searching for his father's cock.

I placed my mushroom cockhead between the cheeks and against the hole. It dripped precum onto the opening. The bounded kid tried his best to move his butt around so that the head would go in. It was at that moment that I questioned myself if I was doing the right thing. I was his father after all. I should be protecting him, not violating him. Am I violating him? Is it violating if the kid wants it? As a father, am I also not a provider? He had seen the movies and he wants to get fucked. My son wants to have his guts opened by his father, should I not tend to his needs as a father? I rubbed both my hands on his hips as he continued wriggling his butt on my crotch.

"Please dad, I can't get it in!" my son begged as he pushed his tiny hole against my large head.

My hands gripped the bony hips. I pushed my head against the resistance of his 10-year-old sphincter. The masculine muscles on my thighs clenched as I pushed forward. The boy let out a slight cry and fell slightly forward against the pillows, that he was propped up on. But my phallus followed that hole even as it tried to get away. My hands pinned the hips against the pillows.

The head was now pushing through the sphincter finding an opening. I heard myself grunting like a wild dog. My pup was underneath me squealing. The head went through with a squishy plop, then the rest of my meat followed. My cockhead opened and straightened up my son's bowels to fit the shape and size of my erection. Each inch entered felt like I was putting on a warm and juicy condom to envelope my cock. When his body desperately tried to push out on the invading member, I felt them massaging on my cock rhythmically, from the head to my shaft.

And then, I felt my pubes pressed against the skin of his lower back. My heavy and hairy balls had come to rest on his flaccid dick and balls that pressed down on the pillow. My hips were now pressed tightly against his. My body pushed his on the pillow, my hairy chest feels his smooth back. My muscular hands and legs coiled around his skinny bounded limbs. My nostrils sniffed the traces of his favourite SpongeBob Suave shampoo on the curls of his head. I looked at the mirror in front of me. I saw myself above him, his teeth clenched, the Spiderman briefs still soaked. I am in my own son now, I feel him all over me, we are one now, father and son. I stay still for a moment to appreciate the moment but Malcolm squirmed and groaned, under me.

He continued to wriggle his butt. He wanted me, I thought.

I pulled myself slightly out. My cock head withdrew slightly but my foreskin stuck firmly to the walls of his rectum. Then I stabbed him again with my cock. I groaned in pleasure inches from his ears, he whimpered slightly.

"Oh yes son, Oh yes. You are so tight my boy. It feels so good!!" I whispered to my son.

"Please dad…." he begged, as I continued to thrust in and out.

"Just a while more Mal, and I will pull out, I promise," each time I pulled out, I thrustd in harder. Hopefully, he did not notice me calling him Mal, he would have known that it was me.

"No dad, please…" he said, I was going faster and harder, like a mare in heat.

"…. please….don't…stop"

Gary was in front of us, as he continued to record me fucking my son on his cellphone. He asked, "How does your father feel like in you buddy boy?" Malcolm heard him in front of him. Gary removed the undies on his head. Malcolm slowly opened his eyes, a tear ran down his cheek. He looked into the mirror and saw me. I saw his innocent eyes looking at me, my poor boy, my son. I continued thrusting in and out.

Pam would kill me when she finds out, I thought. I looked down ashamed, and told him it won't be long.

He never stopped looking at me and mouthed again "Please…(thrust)…Don't…(thrust)…Stop!", I thrust deeper.

"Fuck….(thrust)…. Me……(thrust)….dad!"

I gripped the back of his hair and pulled it back. I wanted to see his face in the mirror as I continued to fuck my own son. Every muscle on his face tightened. This was the best fuck I had ever given and I wanted to remember every moment of it.

My son, my own flesh and blood. His flesh is now mine to use. My semen is now his to consume. We are one again after more than 10 years since he left my balls.

I grunted loudly, thrust deep into him, deeper than I have ever been in those 20 minutes. He squealed and cringed. And I shot inside his rectum, again and again, as I moaned loudly next to his ears.

"Ungh!…(shot)… Yes son!….(shot)…. Yes! ….(shot)….OHH fuck yeah!…(shot)….that's a good boy!….(shot)…. MMMPH!" I shot again and again after that as I coated his bowels with his daddy's milk.

Gary was just behind us, recording me breeding my own son and getting a close up shot of the root of my dick and balls throbbing as I unloaded into my boy. My dick slowly softened as I stayed inside Malcolm for a minute. As I withdrew my semi-flaccid cock out of my son, there was a loud PLOP. My fresh cum started to ooze out of my boy's gaping hole.

I was now exhausted and drenched in sweat. I had never had such a good fuck in all my life, and I thank God for giving me Malcolm. I reclined back on the lazy chair. Gary was collecting my cum into a cup, directly from Malcolm's violated hole. He then removed the bindings from Malcolm, carried him to me, and placed him in my lap. Malcolm laid against my chest. The camera was now looking at both of us.

I was still trying to regain my composure and Malcolm adjusted himself so that his sore asshole hurt less. Gary then said:

"Malcolm, you asked for your father to fuck you and God has brought your father here to grant your wish. Do you promise never to disobey your father, ever?"

"Yes," Malcolm replied.

"Do you promise to always make yourself available to your father and any other men that he chooses for the rest of your life?"

"Yes," Malcolm replied.

"Do you promise to always clean and consume your father's holy fluids, whether it comes out of his mouth, cock or asshole as a symbol of this consummation between father and son?"

"Yes," Malcolm replied.

"Then drink this cup of your father's milk mixed with streaks of blood from your bowels."

Malcolm took the cup, and gulped down my cum.

"From this day onwards, you belong only to your father and no one else."

Malcolm turned around and gave me a hug, his boner pressed on my soft and slimy dick. I gave him a deep kiss, more than I have given anyone.

As Malcolm walked like he just gave birth, into the car, I asked Gary. "So, what do we do now?" I asked Gary.

"Go home to your wife. Don't worry, she will soon leave you two alone, and then, when the time is right it will just be us."

Epilogue

I met Pam Gibson somewhere after the seventh lesson that I gave Malcolm, just before math lessons started to become sexual. I knocked on the Gibson's front door and Pam answered. I introduced myself as Gary Brooke, Malcolm's math teacher and that I would like to talk to her husband about the lessons. She told me that her husband, Eric was not in on Mondays and that I could talk to her about her son instead. She invited me in and offered me some tea.

Before the end of that morning, I was fucking her on the bed that she shared with her husband. I knew that she must have been sexually repressed, considering her husband was more interested in jacking off to the pictures and videos of his son that I have been sending him.

Before I knew it, we were fucking every Mondays and Fridays and she was obsessively in love with me.

It was the week when I stripped Malcolm to show his dad his baby boy's cocklet, when Pam informed me, she was pregnant. She was afraid because she knew Eric and her had not slept together in three years. She wanted an abortion, but I convinced her to keep the baby and leave Eric and Malcolm for me.

She was reluctant but was deeply in love with me.

The day after Eric fucked Malcolm, I asked Pam to submit the divorce papers. She expected Eric to be totally distraught, but to her dismay both Eric and Malcolm were indifferent. She told me that it was almost as if they wanted her out of the house.

I told her that it was a sign, that she should leave her past, and move in with me. I was insistent that I did not want to be Malcolm's father, and that she should not fight for custody. That made her feel depressed, dealing with a pregnancy and her divorce. Her doctors suggested a change in scenery or a short holiday. That was what she needed. We decided that it would be best if we spent the rest of the pregnancy at my parents unmanned ranch, just a day's drive out of the city.

Pam felt better there and we did have some truly memorable weeks at the ranch. She gave birth in the ranch to a healthy baby boy with green eyes, just like mine.

After labour, I gave her some painkillers to ease the post-delivery pains that she felt. She felt slightly loopy and went to bed.

The next morning, I called the police and the local sheriff dropped by.

The sheriff was happy with his investigation. "Woman, thirty-six, suffering from post-partum depression had slit her wrist on her bed with a kitchen knife. Previously diagnosed with depression, after an ongoing divorce and potentially losing custody of her eldest son. A suicide note next to her. Seems like a clear suicide to me, you may proceed with the last rites."

Eric did the funeral arrangements back in the city. I stayed back to care for little Alex at the farmhouse. A day after the funeral was over, a blue sedan pulled up at the ranch, and out came Eric and Malcolm.

"So, you two have been having fun all by yourselves?"

"Oh yes Mr B. We have been having a blast. Did you know, I swallowed Dads cum at the wake? Grandma was just outside the bathroom door and she did not know a thing"

"Well, Pam's mother has lost her hearing over the years, so it doesn't surprise me that she could not hear those groans I attempted to muffle!" Eric replied.

"Do you like the place?" I asked.

"Yes," Malcolm replied.

"The insurance money will come through any day now, we could get some horses, cows and pigs here."

"That sounds great," Eric smiled.

"And the mayor has offered me a position here, as the headmaster of the school. Malcolm would have a great time teaching the other kids here Math."

Malcolm smiled.

"And it is just us here for miles, so I guess clothing is not required in this house or ranch."

Malcolm was excited at that, and immediately started stripping to join me naked. His father also started to get comfortable.

"It was a long journey Gary, where is the bathroom?"

"We don't have one in the house and we don't need one." I said and he smiled. Malcolm was already on his knees, pulling back his father's foreskin and placing the mushroom head into his mouth. His father sighed with relief as he eased himself.

"I thought about renovating the ol' outhouse. I was thinking we should get one that allows us to sit on the toilet and dump peacefully into a small tank that could fit a kid's head. We can save a lot on toilet paper." I whispered to Eric as he was about to finish. He replied with a smile.

The baby started to cry from within the nursery.

"Whoops, looks like your little brother is hungry," I told Malcolm. "I guess it is time for daddy to give his boy some milk," I winked.

Eric smiled.

The End

The End