Chapter One

Wednesday, March 15th. An ordinary Wednesday in a grey everyday life. An ordinary worker in an ordinary job. Ordinary father and ordinary husband. Ordinary apartment with the kitchen, living room, and two bedrooms. One sleeps me and my ordinary wife, the other sleeps my ordinary nine-year-old son, Owen.

My workday, on the other hand, was not ordinary, it ended with a fire alarm when a fire broke out on the second floor of the office building, and there was no going to the office anymore, so I left for home. My wife was still at work and my son at school, so I thought it would be a good time to watch eye candy online. I headed to a Russian photo site with a wide variety of photo-themed albums. I went where there is something secret and forbidden to me.

I was browsing through the pictures and caressing my crotch. The pictures aroused, as they should, and my penis swelled to its full extent. The pants were running out of space, so I took them off and kicked them under the desk. I continued looking at the pictures and squeezed my cock over my panties. Eventually, I found a series of pictures that had exactly what I had come to get.

I pulled my cock out of the boxers and started to move my hand slowly up and down. My breathing became heavier, and the pace of the handjob accelerated. There was magic in the pictures, they had exactly what made me excited the most. I felt the weight drop from my stomach towards my groin and then my cock started beating. Thick slimy cum flew up to my shirt and even my cheeks. It came a lot and took a long time. Eventually, I collapsed into my office chair breathless and satisfied until I heard a sneeze behind me.

What the hell! That was my first thought, I was supposed to be home alone. I turned carefully to look back. My nine-year-old son stood about five feet away and looked at me with an astonished look on his face. We stared into each other's eyes. That moment could have taken a second or an hour. Thousands of thoughts moved in my head within a few milliseconds. I was fucked, I understood that. Eventually, my child got his mouth open and said in a very quiet and amazed voice;

"Daddy, why did you do that?"

Although the thousands of thoughts that moved in milliseconds bounced through my brain, I didn't come up with any good answers to that question.

"You wouldn't understand," I replied. I looked sideways at the computer, and the same pictures were still on the screen announcing what had happened.

"Who are those people in those pictures?" my boy asked.

"Those? Yeah, wait, I don't know." I answered and reached out to close the display.

"I know what you did, the big boys have been talking about it at school. And I myself have found out that the big boys didn't lie. That sounded so silly, but it was true. "

"Absolutely, quite right. Apparently you know, I believe so. " I stammered in response.

"But why did you look at pictures like those?"

"Heh, it happened by accident, I shouldn't have looked at pictures like that."

"Yeah, sorry, Dad. I shouldn't have, but I'm so curious. "

"I'm not angry, with one condition. Not telling mom or anyone else about this, okay? "

"Okay, Dad. But why did you look at such pictures? "

"Why is that so important to you?" I knew what he meant, but I tried dodging the subject.

"It feels crazy because those pictures had boys about my age in their swimwear." Owen said in sincere wonder.

"I don't like that usually. There was an accident now. "

"You liked those boys so much that… I won't dare say that word. "

I knew the game was lost, and that there would be no good explanation for why I watched the almost naked little boys and wanked at the same time. Those boys were indeed of the same age as my own son, and this was not the first time. I would have certainly collected pictures of even naked boys if I had known how to look for ones online.

"Why do you want to look at boys my age and… do it?"

"I'd rather not talk about it." I answered.

"Dear son. I can't answer these questions. " I noticed Owen looking at my face, and I realized that cum was running down my cheek.

"It happens to me sometimes, too," the boy said.

"What? How?" I wonder how miraculously cum would have flown on the face of a nine-year-old boy.

"By the way it hardens and grows. And then comes a strange feeling that can't be helped other than… "

Unbelievable. One fire alarm had driven us into a situation where we were talking about erections. My little son and me. Nothing would have happened if I had been at work. As I watched my son, for the first time, I experienced something that hadn't happened before; he began to look desirable.

The boy turned his gaze to the ground and looked embarrassed.

"I couldn't do anything about it. It somehow felt strangely exciting when you did it and watched the boys my age. " Owen continued to look at his toes and said; "It felt a bit like I was in it."

"Really? Did it feel bad or what do you mean? "

"No, it felt like you were watching me and enjoying it. And it felt nice to think you would have looked at me instead of that boy. "

"Do you mean you would like me to look at you when I… jerk off"

"Uh-huh."

"Unbelievable! I don't know what to say. "

"You have such a big… thing. And different from mine, it was interesting to watch."

"Did I understand correctly now? Would you like to see my penis?"

"Uh-huh."

"As an adult, I shouldn't agree to any of that." I said to my son and at the same time though how exciting it would be. I looked at the boy and felt my dick start to swell in my pants. I thought we were moving into a danger zone now. Without saying anything, I got up and dropped the boxers to my ankles. My cock had grown to its full size and was sticking out towards the navel. I pulled the foreskin backward and noticed how the cock's head shone from the pre-cum.

Owen looked at my manhood with the most admirable look. There was a faint sigh in his mouth:

"Wow." Then he continued as if to say to himself, "It's huge." In fact, my cock is not very big, 16 cm [6.3in] long and 13 cm [5.1in] in circumference. However, the situation in all its arousal was such that my cock has hardly ever been as hard, it was so stiff that it made it sore.

We stood quietly in our seats. Owen stared at my penis and I stared at him. The boy stood for a long time without breathing, and then he looked up at my face.

"It's cool, I like it." He said.

My head hummed and I was dizzy. My son admired my cock and I let him do it shamelessly. "Want to touch it?" I asked.

"Really? Can I?" he asked in amazement.

"Well, you know my naughty little secret, so why not? Since you seem to know so much about things, you surely understand that I would like it a lot. " I said and stepped one step closer.

Owen sighed heavily, raising his right hand slowly and carefully towards my manhood. He grabbed it gently from below, and his little fingers wrapped around it. "You can squeeze tighter, it won't break," I said and put my thumb and forefinger around his hand. I squeezed his hand with my fingers, and he took a tighter grip on the shaft. Then I started to move his hand along the rod of my cock, first forward and then backward, repeating it a few times until I released my grip and let him continue on his own. His hand moved easily thanks to the foreskin, nothing had ever looked so arousing before. I took his hand off my cock and lifted his hands up, and grabbed the hem of his shirt. There were pictures of old cars and locomotives in different colors on the shirt. It was loose, so I pulled it off the boy easily. I let the shirt drop to the floor and watched my son, whose upper body was now naked. He looked at me with a slightly confused look on his face.

"Do you want me to take off my shirt too?" I asked.

"I don't know… yes, I guess."

"And then we'll take your pants off, too, okay? Being naked together can be really fun. "

"Ok," Owen said after I had taken off my shirt and he lowered his pants to his ankles.

Chapter 2

Owen stood naked in front of me. He was slightly smaller than the other boys of his age on average. He was 128 cm [4.2ft] tall and weighed only 26 pounds [57.3kg]. His brown, reddish hairs curled from right to forehead and bent from the sides, covering her ears almost completely. His thin eyebrows were pale when burned by the sun. Under the eyebrows, long eyelashes and two bright, emerald green eyes. Those eyes were often in thin streaks as the boy laughed or pranked.

Wide freckles spread under his eyes all the way to his cheekbones. In the middle of them was a small nose that sat harmoniously on his face. He had red lips that were thicker at the bottom than the thinner arch of Cupid's upper lip. His chin was narrow and rose towards his ears, making a small bend at the high cheekbones.

His skin was pale, even in the summer. It burned before it tanned. Boyish wide shoulders under a thin neck. In the skinny body, two small pink nipples, a navel, and ribs that protruded under the thin skin. Beneath the navel was a hairless and soft lower abdomen, and beneath it was a sweet piece of delicious and hard meat of the little boy.

Owen's penis stood stiff, ignoring Newton's law at all, defying gravity, pointing straight toward the ceiling. Its glans stick out halfway out of the foreskin, which looked a little too narrow for a hardened penis. The lean organ was no more than 6 cm [2.4in] long and was thin, perhaps thumb thick.

Dickhead stood out bright red under the pale foreskin, his testicles had retracted and he was breathing fast and heavily.

"You're a really handsome little man." I said.

"Really?" Owen asked timidly.

"You have a true athlete's body and beautiful skin. Can I touch it? "

"Uh-huh."

I went down on my knees in front of the boy and put my hands on his shoulders. I moved my hand slowly to feel the velvety skin. I caressed his neck with my palms and his flushed cheeks with my thumbs. I moved both hands from his shoulders down to his wrists and from there to his hips. His small penis lived his own life throbbing stiffly. I moved my hands to his buttocks and squeezed the tight butt cheeks with both hands. In the midst of all this, we looked into each other's eyes without saying a word.

I moved my left hand backward, and gently pushed it towards the opening that was between the two small buns. With my right hand, I pulled the other half of the bum slightly to the side and licked the index finger of my left hand, after which I placed it on top of his anus. I pressed my finger over the hole, but I didn't push it in.

I bent down and touched the head of Owen's small genitals with my lips. The boy shuddered but gave no sign of wanting to retreat. Encouraged by this, I licked him from there and he let everything happen. I leaned even lower and placed my tongue over his scrotum right at the base of his penis. I pushed my wet tongue hard against his genitals and began to rise higher along his short dick. In a similar motion, I continued licking him up and down. The boy still didn't resist, not in any way.

I continued rotating my finger over his asshole, and with my right hand, I took his dick between my forefinger and thumb. I gently pulled the foreskin lower, but it could barely move. With my tongue, I licked his dick's head and drained the drool between it and foreskin, after which I was able to pull it all the way back. His bare, glowing little glans glistened in the daylight as I took it between my lips and sucked it into my mouth. Owen faltered and his knees trembled.

We turned around and I put my son on the edge of the bed. I put him to lie on his back and lifted his legs over my shoulders. Then I sucked his little meat bar back into my greedy mouth. I wanked my own cock and moistened my fingers with pre-cum. I placed my slimy forefinger over his ass opening again, but this time I pushed it in a bit. The boy moaned, but it didn't sound like it was a matter of pain, but of surprising pleasure.

I pushed my finger all the way to the first joint and pulled it out. As I sucked him, I pushed my finger back in, and this time all the way to the second joint. The anus was tight and resisted my finger, but slowly gave up. After a moment, my entire index finger was inside him.

I held the little member between my lips, and I swirled my tongue around it, the boy trembling with pleasure. With my right hand, I pushed his sacks a little to the side and drained a lot of saliva to my fingers. His ass hole already accustomed to one finger easily surrendered to the two fingers I moved inside my child.

I lifted the boy fully on the bed and laid down next to him. I continued caressing his small penis. I pushed his hair aside with my nose and put my tongue in his ear. Owen grabbed my cock and started imitating my way of jerking him. There we laid, father and son. An adult man and his nine-year-old son. Naked, wanking each other, breathing heavily and intermittently.

I kissed my child's ear and sucked its bundle. I whispered:

"Do you like being here? In this way? " I asked, and the boy sighed softly in a trembling voice;

"Yes, Dad."

"I enjoy this too, perhaps more than anything else before." My horniness was overwhelming. I didn't want anything but my own little boy. I wanted him completely, by all means. I had fucked my wife, Owen's mother, in that same bed a hundred times, but I had never felt such passion.

"Daddy." Owen whispered.

"Yes, my son?"

"Can you put your finger in my bum again? It felt wonderful."

I didn't have to be asked twice. Instead of my own drool, I reached for the bedside table and took the lubricant me and my wife have used in butt fun. Owen turned to his side and lifted his leg over my hip, giving me the way. I lubricated my fingers carefully and also spread it on the opening of Owen's bum. Then I slowly but firmly pushed two fingers into the child. With the third finger, the anus began getting really tight, but the boy didn't resist but pushed his bum against my finger.

I fucked my boy's ass with my fingers and licked his cheek. He turned his head, and I pressed my lips against his lips. He gave a childish light kiss to my lips, but I pressed my mouth tighter against his mouth. I sucked on his lower lip and pushed my tongue between his teeth and upper lip. The boy open slightly his mouth and I pushed my tongue against his tongue.

I licked his tongue and sucked his mouth. Soon he learned to respond to the movements and our tongues danced in the same tune. The little boy felt lovely in every way, and it was all so right. Nothing could be better than the beautiful moment we experienced.

Owen's anus was already accustomed to my fingers, and they moved inside him quite effortlessly, yet giving a nice squeeze. I knew I had to take it to the end, to its most glorious climax. At that moment, it was hard to believe that I was indeed having sex with my own son, a nine-year-old, elementary school, third-grade child. A dream come true.

"Would you like me to put something else in your bum?" I asked hopefully.

"What would it be?" the boy asked and looked me in the eyes. From his gaze, I could read that he already guessed what it would be.

Chapter 3

I got up on my knees and placed a few pillows next to the boy. I lifted him in my arms, thinking how light he felt. I set him back down on the bed so that his bum was on the pillows. The boy looked me in the eyes and spread his legs as I grabbed the lubricant tube. His small willy stood hard against his stomach, giving the message that he was delighted to be involved in that new play.

I placed the tip of my cock against his asshole and squeezed a large amount of lubricant from the tube along it. I spread it evenly all over the rod and especially the tip of it.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"Uh-huh." short but clear answer.

"Daddy will fuck your sweet ass, son. It may feel strange for a while, but you get used to it quickly, and after that, it feels really pleasurable. " Having said that, I pulled my foreskin backward and gradually began to sink my cock inside the boy. The sphincter was already a little accustomed to spreading, and it gave up quite easily, the cock's knob slip pleasingly in through the opening. I kept my eyes on the boy, and from his gaze, I saw him willingly accept it all.

"Wow." Owen sighed in an almost unheard voice as I penetrated him. I thought I could barely get any closer to my own child. I pushed a little deeper into him and his narrow opening squeezed my manhood tightly, however, my well-slipped cock slid forward surprisingly effortlessly. Fingerplay was clearly useful.

I lifted my son's legs against my chest. The child's short legs wouldn't have reached over my shoulders in any way, but I wrapped them between my armpits and caressed his boyish thighs with both hands. I pulled my cock almost out and pushed it in again. With each push, I sank deeper and deeper until my hips pressed completely against the boy's buttocks. The same cock the boy's mother had been impregnated was now inside him, and we were both almost ecstatic as I slowly started to fuck him.

"Ahhh… ohhh," we both gasped as we swung at the same pace as the bedsprings. Owen moved farther all the time because of the pushes and I gently pulled him back over the pillows.

I moved my other hand behind the boy's back and lifted him closer to myself. He grabbed my neck with both hands and lowered his legs to the bed to reach as close to my face as he could, cock in his ass. I bowed a little further myself until our passionate lips met. I pushed my tongue completely out of my mouth and licked Owen's lips. He, too, pushed his tongue out and we licked each other's tongues without touching each other's lips. It was like fencing.

I continued fucking at a steady pace, forward and backward. A slightly thicker dickhead rubbed the boy's prostate when coming and going, and he seemed to enjoy it immensely. I told my son he would lay down on his back, and when he did, I squeezed the lubricant in my hand. I took a firm grip on the boy's small penis and began to move my slippery hand along its short arm.

I placed my thumb over his glans and spun it over it while wanking him. Owen laid on his back with his eyes tightly closed. There was a faint whine from his mouth as he undoubtedly enjoyed what I was doing to him.

I fucked the boy's tight ass with a rock-hard cock at an ever-faster pace, and soon his back began to bend. I could feel his ass shrinking around my cock and his weenie throbbing as if it was squirting cum, even though the nine-year-old couldn't do it yet.

I couldn't hold back anymore either. My cock seemed to swell even more until it began to shoot cum into the kid's rectum. The earth-shaking orgasm darkened my consciousness. We both shook and trembled, and almost shouted for fierce pleasure. I ejaculated to my own son's bum. It was a tremendous experience! A simultaneous orgasm was the glorious crown of magnificent sex.

I collapsed on top of the boy. His head was about the height of my hairy chest. My cock was still pumping the last waves of orgasm. Owen had wrapped his arms around me, and I didn't know which one was throbbing louder, my cock or his ass. It didn't matter, we both had had ultimate fulfilment. An extremely fierce orgasm, one I had never experienced before, and certainly not Owen.

We gasped. Sweat dripped from my forehead on the sheets and sperm from Owen's ass, as I pulled my almost slack working hero out of him. I turned on my back and Owen crawled over me to lie down. We looked at each other and burst out laughing. It was a strange reaction; it released tension and a feeling of well-being at the same time. He gently pressed his cheek against mine and whispered in my ear:

"Daddy, it was absolutely amazing."

"I think so, too, son." I responded with immense joy.

"It felt wonderfully good when you moved 'it` in my bum."

"You probably want it again someday?"

"You bet!."

"You must understand that this cannot be told to others?" I asked to make sure no damage would happen.

"Of course, Daddy."

I watched my child lying on top of me naked and fucked. My own little boy, so delicious little boy. I glanced at the clock and found that my wife wouldn't be home until three hours later.

"Do you want to do it again? Now?"

"YES!"

The End