It was the end of February and mom was getting more and more nervous. She said it was just a matter of time before the coronavirus would show up in our country. It was all over the news: a new disease made the whole world panic, it was almost a death sentence for the elderly, not so much for me but since she is a doctor, she didn't want me to stay with her. And so, she did what she almost never does: she asked my dad for help.

My mom and my dad never got along for reasons that I eventually came to understand. She's very mean to him and she doesn't like it when I go to stay at his house outside the suburbs, which happens about twice a month. Don't get me wrong: I love my mom, but I also like my dad and it's kinda awkward when you get to see them talk to each other. That night, however, she wasn't mean. She was worried. They don't talk to each other much, but she called him, and she asked him to take care of me until things calmed down because she might get exposed to the virus while working at the hospital and there were too many things still unknown about the illness itself and she didn't want to expose me to it. The phone call was short and I could hear my dad accept my mom's request without a single question. "It'll work out, I promise." he said.

Dad came to our apartment on Saturday. He helped me carry my stuff to his car. I didn't pack many things since I had some clothes at my dad's and even things that I'd use to entertain myself when I visited him, which, as I said, was often. I did have to pack stuff that I used for school since as things were getting ugly in other countries, discussions started about the need to close schools as well, which is exactly what just happened. Not only my mom, but everyone else was scared as well, you could feel it, Since I had packed the day before, dad didn't stay long enough to get on my mom's nerves. When we were ready to leave, I gave her a hug but then something I hadn't seen before happened: she actually approached my dad and said, "You take care too… please", for a brief moment there was an awkward silence and then she added, "I swear that if you or Danny get sick, I'm gonna-"
"We'll be okay… I'll be working from home… Please stay safe, Dan needs you."
That was the most civil goodbye they've ever had.

She looked at us and waved goodbye as the car left her behind. It was kinda sad.

**********

It takes about 40 minutes to reach my place from Diana's apartment on a normal day. She moved there because it was a few minutes from the hospital, the kid's school is nearby too. It's also bloody expensive. When she and the kid moved to this city, I applied for a few jobs here and there until I got a position that allowed me to move close to them as well. That's an advantage of working in IT: there's always someone who needs my skills. I bought a house at the edge of the county, a cheap one in fact, although, I've spent a lot of money trying to make it look and feel like a home for both of us; it needed a lot of work. I thought that Dan would like to come here and break his routine whenever he got tired of the busy streets and the noise. It worked like a charm: he comes to spend time with his dad more often than before and he usually leaves stuff behind and claims that he'll come back to pick it up. Of course his mom got upset when she learned I had moved relatively close to them, but she can't do anything about it, he's my son too after all, and I have the right to see the kid according to the judge.

We don't talk much while I'm driving. From time to time, he asks something, but I just offer short answers. "Aren't we going to buy supplies for the quarantine?"
"No, I did that yesterday. We're going straight home. Why? You need something?"
"No, not really. I was just thinking that walking outside would be nice."
"Your mom didn't allow you to go outside, eh? Well, can't blame her."
"I know she's right but…"
"Well, it's not the same as walking around in your neighborhood so you should be able to exercise outside a little while we stay together. It's better than nothing, right?."
The house I bought was at the end of a lane. The closest neighbor is a few minutes walk away. It doesn't even have a fence either, there is no need for one. So, we'll have a lot of space just for the two of us. I chose the place just based on its location, for me privacy was much more valuable than any other amenities.

**********

It really sucks to be away from school. I have a few friends and there are a lot of idiots who do dumb things, but I'm gonna miss them all. I'm surprised that both mom and dad agree on how dangerous the situation is, I thought that dad wouldn't take it as seriously as mom but judging by what he just said I suppose I won't get to go outside that much until the whole thing is over. We're supposed to treat this quarantine as some sort of vacation but if you can't even go out, then what's the point?

I packed some video games to pass the time while I wait for life to return to normal. One thing that's cool about being with dad: he´s interested in high tech and all sorts of stuff and he always gets the best video games for me when I come to visit him. I read once that some parents do that to compensate their kids for being absent or something like that, I'm not going to complain. Mom does the same too. It's weird how they can be very similar in some ways but how they hate each other too.

Well, I'm not so sure about that last bit to be honest. Perhaps it's due to me living alone with my mom that I hear her say nasty things about him more often than I hear my dad talk about her, but mom does seem to hate him so much. She's always calling him a loser and telling me how I shouldn't become like him when I grow up while dad doesn't even mention her like, at all. They were never married. By the time that I was born they weren't even a couple anymore. It took me some time to figure out why they weren't together, but even today I can't either of them to tell me exactly how they met and how they broke up.

**********

We arrived around 5 pm. The kid sent his mom a message when we did. I picked up his suitcase and backpack and left them at the entrance while he texted his mom. Our home is a one-story house, since most of the time I'm alone, that's all I need. It was old and in bad shape when I got it but little by little over the last couple of years, I have made it what it is today. I turned one of the bedrooms into an office and I put a lot of thought into the decoration of Daniel's room, he seems to like it, so I guess it paid off. I changed the windows to make it look a little bit more modern, and while the rest is pretty much unremarkable, I'm pretty sure that the value of the whole thing has increased quite a bit.

Once inside, I think I should prepare dinner for both of us. Daniel loves pasta so I'll prepare some for him, it will be a nice way to start our new life together, who knows how long this will last.

"Why don't you take a shower while I prepare diner?" I suggest. He's an obedient kid so he nods and goes to his room. I wonder if he'll unpack his stuff first. Will he look at the presents I left for him? While I prepare what I need for cooking I hear him go to the bathroom. I give a look at the cooking book I bought the other day. With Daniel here I must step up my cooking skills… now, should I try something new or just do it like usual?

Before I decide what to do, I just peek in Daniel's bedroom to see if there's an indication that he looked at the shopping bag I left on his couch. It doesn't seem he did. Before I return to the kitchen I stop outside the bathroom door. I hear the water running and stay there, almost petrified for a few seconds as I imagine the scene inside. A huge tent forms inside my pants, I want to see more.

I open the door quietly as I worry whether this is a good idea or not; my heart beats faster with anticipation as well for what I'm about to do. I unbutton my jeans and take my dick out of my boxers as I walk to the bathtub. I open the shower curtain violently, which finally makes Daniel turn, he's covered in soap.
"Dad!? What the…?" he asks obviously surprised.
"Kneel!" I demand.
"What?"
"On your fucking knees or I'll fucking beat you!!" I raise my voice.
The kid kneels inside the bathtub, his face right where I want it. He's very obedient, especially when I talk to him like this. He looks at me with a sweet smile.
"Open your mouth, faggot!" I say and he complies.
I shove half my member inside the wetness of that sweet mouth. Immediately, I sense his tongue doing wonders with my dick. I hold his head with both my hands to control his rhythm. He doesn't need my guidance anymore, but the allure of being in total control is what makes me hold him like this.

I push more of my meat inside and then slide it out without leaving his mouth, I do it fast. I hear him gag and struggle a bit for air, an indication that I totally took him by surprise. He tries to escape from me for a fraction of a second, but I hold him by his hair probably hurting him a little in the process and make him swallow my dick until my balls hit his chin. He tries to protest but can't say a thing.
"Shut.the.fuck.up!" I demand while I push my penis in and out of his mouth. As I assault my own son relentlessly, I just remember that my relationship with him wasn't always like this.

To my peers and even to my own family, I am the loser who got drunk and had sex once with one of the hottest girls at the uni and ended up having to pay child support to her nine months later. My best friend at the time and my parents suggested to me to ask for a paternity test but I refused. And so, I must live now as the naive guy who got tricked into having to take care of a child that might not even be his. To be honest, I don't really care if he's my biological son or not, that wasn't important for what I wanted to do with him. As soon as Daniel was okay with leaving his mom's side, I took him with me on weekends. I managed to convince him that a day with his dad was an adventure (even though the one who was adventuring into unknown territory at the time was me). I taught him to keep secrets from his mom too, bought his loyalty by spoiling him… something that Diana never approved of. She couldn't do much about it though, paying child support gave me the right to spend some quality time with my own son. When I was sure that Daniel was ready, I started to push our father-and-son relationship's limits. He was only six.

I shoot two loads of cum all over the roof of his mouth and then pull my dick out, spilling my cream on his cheek and his nose where, moments before, there was only dry soap. He coughs in response, but he'll get over it, he's used to drinking his daddy's milk. As I said, things between Daniel and me weren't always like this. At first there was just a little bit of teasing when I bathed him, then a little bit of fondling; it took me a while to get him to be comfortable with both of us naked in the bathroom, but I was patient. Eventually, I taught him how to jerk me off and I always told him how much I loved him for doing that for me. By the time he was eight, I would reward him for jerking me off by smearing a little bit of my cum on his face, he laughed whenever I did that… it was just a silly game for him back then. Now, as I see him kneeling in front of me with teary eyes I just offer him harsh words for enduring my assault:
"Serves you right, little sissy. Now, clean the mess you just did to my dick."
He takes his tongue out and licks the tip of my hardened penis to clean it, as he does it, a wild idea takes over my mind again: without any warning I start to pee on his face. I'm sure some of it went directly into his mouth.
"What the fuck?!… DAD! Stop it!" he says coughing, but I don't stop. I aim at his face, sometimes on his neck or his chest and keep going until I'm done, but I'm not satisfied yet.
"Turn around and bend over." I say with authority.
"Dad!"
"Turn around. Now!" I point at him threateningly. "Don't make me beat the crap out of you!"
"But I'm not in the mood," he says exasperatedly.
"Daniel!"
"Okay! Okay!" he says as he turns around. I position his butt right in front of my crotch while he's in a very uncomfortable position as he's still inside the bathtub. And then… ZAZ! I spank his wet skin as hard as I can.
"Hnngg!" he complains.
"I wasn't kidding, you fucking idiot! Never do." I hold him from his waist and place my still hard dick at the entrance of his boy pussy. The kid instinctively relaxes his sphincter and lets me enter him. I don't hold back; I shove my dick as deep as I can in just one violent trust.

"Nnnghhh" I hear a sound escape from him in response. Then I take it out. I hear him pant. I take that as a signal to penetrate him even deeper. I push my fat penis entirely inside with a little bit of help from Daniel, who's always ready for me. For the next several minutes I attack his asshole even more violently than I did his mouth and since I just came, I can keep doing this for a long time. The sound of both of us panting mixes with the hitting of skin on wet skin.

Daniel can take pretty much everything I do. I've trained him for quite some time after all, and I don't have any regrets… I mean, I made him suck my cock for the very first time when he was only 9. To be frank, it took him a long ass time to learn how to satisfy me, even with all the instructions I gave him but, until now, I used to be gentler with him. He was hesitant at first, I guess that the kid was afraid, and I can't really blame him for that; I've heard that you can destroy a kid's trust easily if you're not careful. And then there was another problem for me: How can you teach your own son how to suck you? There's no manual for that, all I could come up with was trying to make his curiosity take over his self restraint, so I spent entire afternoons watching CP with him when I had him alone with me. He does have his favorite videos AND his favorite boys now. Naturally, I made him gay: he's not effeminate but he's definitively submissive. It's not as if I have a lot of experience so I can compare… and I bet someone out there would say that it is just parent bias doing the talking here, but I think that after spending all those afternoons watching porn and being used by me, he has become a great cocksucker. He's also the kind of kid that you watch on videos smiling while they get thoroughly fucked. That kind of behavior didn't appear out of nowhere of course, I've tried many things with him as he grew up: I fingered him for the first time one afternoon while I made him watch a video of a guy rimming a 12-year-old; I didn't think that he was ready to be fucked until he himself started to like the idea, again, thanks to the many videos I basically forced him to see. And so, it finally happened when he turned 12. The weekend after his birthday party, I told him I had something special for him, he didn't know what I was planning until I was riding him right in the middle of our living room. To be honest, I don't think he enjoyed it at all: he didn't want to try it again for some time after I popped his cherry but, I am both patient and persistent and eventually convinced him to let me fuck him again. I had to step up my game and tried all sorts of positions and situations to make the experience more enjoyable for him and at last I found the right trigger, I think. Treating him roughly made all the difference: I insult him, threaten, and humiliate him, and fuck him as hard as humanly possible (to me at least), and he stays hard even after I'm done with him. We've been doing it like this for half a year.

I've lost track of the time, Daniel's body is still wet but cold, the soap covering his body is all dry. I feel his legs trembling as he's obviously tired by now, but I spank him hard to let him know that he's not allowed to rest yet. With all the strength I have left I thrust my meat deep into his asshole one last time and I shoot my load inside of him. We're both tired, but I won't show it in front of him, that's part of the game.
"You enjoyed that, you fucking faggot?"
He doesn't answer but I can see his hardon, so I keep bullying my own son,
"Didn't you hear me, little fairy? I asked you if you enjoyed getting fucked?"
"Yes, daddy…" He says with that childish tone he uses when I treat him like this.
"Yes, daddy…" I repeat mocking him. "I'm going to prepare dinner now. I want you ready when I'm done or else, I'll fucking beat you, you fucking pig!" I say while I leave him shaking in the bathroom.

**********

Holy shit! "Ouch" That was savage… my butt's all open, I can even put a finger inside… it's all dirty. It's kinda embarrassing when dad treats me like that but, I guess that's what turns him on these days. I've seen videos of boys calling grownups names when they have sex, it looks like fun. Don't mind it when he calls me 'faggot'… I mean, he's a fag too… he's even worse than that, he's a child rapist, he'd be in jail if I'd told anyone about him. Gotta hurry, or he'll come in again but… need to jerk off first. This is embarrassing too… my dad just came to the bathroom and basically raped me "ahhhh nnnnhhhh", but… I liked it. Sometimes, when I'm home alone, I think of dad doing things to me "nnnnhhhh…" I came a lot… I guess, I really am a fag as dad calls me.

I come out of the bathroom and go directly to the living room without covering myself with the towel, but he's busy cooking, he doesn't even pay attention to me. Sometimes I do stuff just to see how he reacts… and sometimes I just wonder how different everything would be if we were… normal. A normal dad and his normal son, together watching movies or playing video games or playing sports outside. It's not as if we don't do that too… when we're not fucking, I mean. Maybe mom and dad would be together? Maybe I'd be hiding inside my room watching porn and fapping while my parents just kiss each other or… I don't know… talk? Would I be thinking about girls instead? I guess that's not that different than when I'm at mom's, except for the "thinking about girls" part. I shouldn't but I have some videos I got from my dad's PC on my laptop… I watch them sometimes. I wonder if mom suspects something about dad and me or about me liking guys… if she does, she's hiding it very well.

I go into my room. Haven't unpacked yet. There's a big shopping bag on the bed. Is it a present from dad? Clothes maybe? Besides video games and tech stuff that dad buys for me I have a big collection of swimsuits inside my closet, most of them speedos that he's made me wear over the years. Lately, he's made me wear jockstraps too, all of them are stuffed inside one of the drawers; I open the bag and… yes, more swimsuits except that… this one is for girls? Holy shit, he's a fucking pervert. I keep searching inside, there's a miniskirt… and tights! What the fuck, dad! Cat ears… and paws?, it seems the cat tail goes directly into your ass… where did he get all these from? There's more stuff inside, a scout uniform and another speedo but… this one doesn't even fit me, it's way too small. Did he get the wrong size or… could it be that… he bought it for another kid? What.the.fuck dad!… I can't believe this… what if they catch you? I've kept our secret for years. Why do you have to throw everything out the window now?

**********

Daniel sets up the table when he's done with his shower. He does it wearing only his turquoise and yellow boxer briefs. Damn, this kid sure knows how to provoke me. He's like a peacock: always showing off in front of me, always hungry for my attention. When did he start behaving like this? When he was as small as 9, I think. While I don't regret a single bit of all we've done together, I certainly think that I've ruined this boy. It's as if he thinks with his dick most of the time now, of course, being 13 that would be natural, but even before he started middle school, he was too sexual when we were alone. I guess that's what you get when you expose a kid to all the CP in the world.

When I'm about to serve the food, I notice him staring at my crotch.
"What? Didn't have enough?" I say this time smiling. I'm not always rough with him, especially not now after what I did to him in the bathroom.
"You're a fucking pervert dad!" he replies laughing.
"No, you're the pervert who's almost naked at the table. Also, watch your tongue with me, young man." I say in a serious tone.
"Or what? Are you going to poke me in the eye with that thing or something?"
"I bet you'd like that," I say, this time rubbing my crotch on his cheek. We're back to the game again. "I will cum all over your food and make you eat it like that."
"You wouldn't dare?" he looks at me doubtfully.
"I totally would."
"Do it!" he says defiantly.
I unzip my jeans, take my dick out and point it at his pasta. He looks at me, expectantly. "Go on" I tell him to see if he really wants to do this. It doesn't surprise me when he starts to stroke my dick slowly; my precum leaking already.

When Daniel was little, all our sexual activities were confined to my bedroom or to his, but as he got comfortable with it, we ended up doing it all around my old apartment, it didn't matter where, if we were inside our home. Both Daniel and I aren't exactly the outdoors type of guys but one day I'd love to camp in the middle of nowhere with him. It's still one of the things I've yet to try.

My cum lands on his pasta and some of it on the table. I didn't think he'd be okay with it, but he played along. I must give the kid more credit. He cleans the tip of my cock with a napkin and looks at me, perhaps wondering what he just did…
"I'm not going to serve you another plate. You asked for this." I say as I sit next to him.
"I wasn't expecting it though…" he says, holding his fork with his right hand. He stares at his meal for a few seconds until he finally digs in.
"I can give you something to drink too, if you know what I mean." I tell him smirking.
"No, thanks." He says as he puts a bit of the cum covered pasta in his mouth.
"How is it?"
"I could eat this everyday," he says in a serious tone. Even if he's grossed out he'll eat it all. He's too proud to admit this game went too far for him.

We spent the rest of the night on the couch cuddled up together watching a superhero movie. He watches it as if he were a little kid telling me what his favorite parts are… it makes me remember that no matter how much I've messed up his childhood he's still a boy. I sent him to his bedroom at around 11 and I stay up until almost midnight checking my e-mail and browsing the internet for a while. I look out the window: the outside world is quite dark, the lights of my closest neighbors are far away; occasionally, I can see the lights of a car passing by at a distance on the highway. While this place would make horror film enthusiasts feel uneasy, I feel so relieved we're totally alone. I turn off all the lights inside, the only sound you can hear comes from the clock on the wall. After a visit to the toilet, I go directly into Daniel's room: he´s sleeping peacefully… it'd be a shame if someone disturbed his sleep, but that's exactly what I have in mind. I undress quickly, leaving my clothes on the floor. I approach Daniel's bed and give the sheets a hard pull, leaving his almost naked body uncovered on the bed. He's wearing boxer briefs and socks only; I take his underpants off slowly but leave the socks on, he's not awake yet, but it's just a matter of time before he realizes what's going on. I open his legs and raise them towards his head and place myself right in front of his asshole, both my knees sinking into the mattress. The movement finally wakes him up. It takes a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness and the first thing he sees is me naked, my cock poking his butthole.
"Dad?!"
"Didn't you miss this?"
"Oh, come on… really?"
"Open that pussy, little faggot, daddy is not done with you yet. I could use lub or go in dry. Your choice."
"You hurt me in the bathroom!" he protests. It pains me a little to hear that, but it's too late to back out now.
"So you want me to use lube, huh? Got it."
"Are you even listening?" he says.
"Yes, I heard you, but I don't care. I'm gonna use you as much as I fucking want and if you want to sleep that much just fucking do it and stop fucking whining. Now, hold those legs so I can lube you well or I'm gonna go in dry."

Now he knows I'm back to our game again. He presents his butthole to me in response to my threats and I massage it slowly with two fingers. I hear him moan, he loves it when I take my time lubing his entrance. The teasing is enough to make him rock hard.
"I thought that you wanted to sleep." I say jokingly as I press both my fingers inside his already dilated anus.

I move my face right in front of his as I bury my two fingers so deep that he opens his mouth in response, that's my cue to give him a kiss. He hits my back in response. Of all the things that we've tried over the years, kissing is probably the one thing that he still doesn't enjoy at all, I think it's too embarrassing (or maybe too gross) for him. I, on the other hand, could eat those delicate lips all day and him hating it just makes it so much better.

**********

Kissing my dad always feels so wrong, no matter how many times he makes me do it. I've probably done it loads more times than to my mom too! Which doesn't help me to feel better about it.
"What? Don't wanna kiss me?" he asks just like that. Of course not, we're not supposed to kiss like a fucking couple.
"So you prefer to kiss someone else, eh? You, fucking whore?" he accuses me, pushing my face into my pillow.
"Maybe…" I laugh. Then I feel him positioning his dick against my butt again, he opens my legs kinda violently.
"What did you say?"
"You heard me." And as soon as I speak, I feel his dick poking my hole.
"You're gonna tell me everything or this is not gonna feel good for you?" he growled at me. Is he really angry or am I just imagining things?
"Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do? Rape me again?" I challenge him, and he shoves his whole dick inside me in just one violent move in response.
"Ngggghhhhh… Ahhhh."
"How about that, fucking whore?… You like that? I bet you fucking do, you let me in." Yeah, I did.
"Are you fucking someone else?" he asks me, and I just laugh. "Tell me the truth!" he says while he lowers his face to mine and kisses me forcibly. "Tell. Me. Who's. Fucking. You. You. Fucking. Snot" he demands pushing his dick violently in again as he does it.
"Ah… Nghhh. B- Ben… nhhh… Benji" I confess… and when I do… he stops. He even takes his dick out. I guess I did surprise him.

"Who the fuck is that… it's the first time I hear about him. He's not even one of your friends, am I right?"

What? He's totally stopped. "No, he wasn't."

He caresses my cheek and kisses it. "Tell me about him." he says as he positions himself again against my butthole. "Tell me about him while I fuck you."
"Aren't you mad?"
"I want to know every detail about him and you. When did it start? How?" I feel the tip of his dick circling around my hole… is he enjoying this?

I tell him everything while he slowly uses me as his fucktoy.

"Benji is a loser. Everyone treats him like a joke because he´s fat, he's bad at sports and he's a fucking nerd, you know, pretty much like you, dad. He even wears glasses too!". (My provocations don't go unnoticed; he pushes harder as if wanting to hurt me when I say that). "He's not ugly but his weight doesn't help him with the girls, you know. Everyone knows he has a crush on the prettiest girl from our grade but he's always embarrassing himself in front of her. One day in P.E. class the teacher sent both of us to the storage room to put back the stuff we used in class, and when we were done, I grabbed him by the shoulders and just French kissed him… he panicked. You should've seen his face… I don't know why I did it, honest. I pushed him against the wall and pulled his shorts and undies down to his ankles… he was like 'what are you doing… leave me alone!' but then I knelt in front of him and gave him a blowjob. I think he was crying the whole time… I'm not sure. It took less than five minutes and then I left.

During the next few days I noticed him staring at me at random times… whenever our eyes met, his face would get all red and all. The other day I found him alone on our way to one class and I pulled him into the same storage room and kissed him again, he even returned the kiss… then I knelt in front of him and pulled his pants all the way down. That time I took my time and licked his balls and sucked him. It was kinda hilarious, he was like 'oh, god… oh my god" all the time… he was even holding my head. I think he likes me now."

"And you did that in between classes? Didn't you get in trouble for that?"
"We said someone locked us up while we went to the toilet. It's a common prank so they believed us."
"So… you don't even talk to him, you just randomly push him inside a storage room, you kiss him and give him a blowjob and that's it? You're a fucking whore."
"And you are a fucking child rapist, and you don't hear me complain!"
"Because you like to get fucked, faggot… don't fucking deny it." He says as I feel him coming inside me, but he keeps pushing and pulling out of me. He doesn't have the intention to stop now. "I bet you'd like to get fucked by him. Don't you?"
"I don't know… he's like… pretty tiny."
"Look who's talking… last time we checked yours was hardly 10cm [4"]. You were born to be a fucktoy not the other way around."
Dad can be so fucking mean at times… "But you are my boy pussy… I don't know if I'm ready to share you with someone else." He tells me as he kisses my chest and my neck.

But this is it… this is the signal I was waiting for.

"And how about you dad? Are you fucking someone else?" I ask.
He doesn't say anything until I hit him on his back "You want to replace me, eh?"
"What's with that all of a sudden? You're the one who's asking to get expelled from school by giving blowjobs to random kids inside storage rooms!"
"Well, you bought a swimsuit for someone else, didn't you? How old is he? 9?"
"Ah, that."

Gotcha. "Yes. That."
"I wasn't searching for someone else to 'replace you', as you say. I just happened to meet this kid by the river once. His name's Lucas."

He shows me a picture. Nice green eyes and a big smile.
"He has like 5 brothers and nobody pays attention to him. He went to cry by the river because his brothers had been messing with him that time when I found him. Took me a while to befriend him… but you know me, I'm very patient."
"Yeah, I know that. Bastard!"
"He knows I have a son. He wants to meet you."
"Oh, yeah? And what else did you tell him? That you fuck your own son and that now you want to do the same to him?"
"Actually he's very smart… the second or third time I met him he told me he thought I was one of 'those guys' that everyone warns him about."
"Really?"
"Yeah, but he kept coming alone to the same spot over and over."
"And what have you done to him?"
"He's a little faggot too, you know… probably even more than you. That's why his brothers and his dad bully him. I got him to jerk me off."
"Are you serious? What if he tells anybody?"
"He won't, we have a deal."
"A deal?"
"He wants to meet you… I think he likes you… He's seen all the pictures I have of you."
"What?"
"Yeah… those too."
"You're gonna get us in trouble!"
"Not if you shut the fuck up. I'll tell you what… we can invite Benji and Lucas and have fun the four of us. You'll suck little Lucas while Benji screws your boy pussy… or the other way around, your choice."
"A-Are you fucking crazy!? You're sick!"
"No, you are. You just came thinking about that."

Fuck, he's right. I did.

"I'm messing with you!" he laughs. "But that kid, Lucas, really is effeminate AND he told me that he'd like to meet you when I showed him a picture of you that I had on my phone. I'm not that crazy, I don't have your nudes there."
"So, you're not fucking him?"
"Of course not, but later? Who knows… maybe I'm wrong and it turns out the kid's not a little fairy, you'll tell me when you meet him. So… what do you think? Want to have fun with him yourself?"
"You think I'm a fucking pedo like you?"
"Well, who knows. I was normal when I was your age." he says kissing my cheek.
"Get off me I really need to go to the toilet now…" I really have to: I'm a mess, I feel cum slowly dripping from my ass, my legs and my butt are sore too.

Finally, alone in the toilet by myself, all I can think of now is that this was just the first day of the lockdown… I don't know if I'm scared or excited of being together with my dad until everything's over. Normally by the second day of rough fucking I'm spent… 4 or 5 weeks like today are not gonna end well… Wait a minute, if he's not fucked the kid why has he bought him a speedo already?

Ugh… this lockdown is gonna be hell, huh.

The End