It’s tough to watch your son going through hell. Maxx had been moping around for quite a while, obviously grappling with something pretty major.
I sat him down on the couch and the poor boy looked utterly broken, so I pulled him into my arms and kissed his forehead tenderly. He lightly rubbed his nose against mine and then, all of a sudden, our lips were pressing against each other.
My hand slid between his legs and over the rock hard bulge in his jeans. It was as I unzipped his fly and tentatively pulled out his erect penis to put it in my mouth that I realized we were crossing a line which would redefine our relationship forever. But I couldn’t stop. I had an unquenchable desire to pleasure my boy.
He asked if he could do the same to me. He treated my cock like a precious object, running his fingers delicately along its shaft before very softly kissing it.
I told him to get on the couch on all fours, then stood behind him and carefully lined my throbbing dick up with his hole before applying just enough pressure to enter him. I was as gentle as I could be.
I pulled out and sat down on the couch before encouraging him to sit down on my lap so that he could control the depth and pace of his own penetration. Before long the semen was rising uncontrollably in my balls… and then suddenly I felt it leaping out of my dick into his tight little ass. The very semen that made him was now gushing into him. It was a beautiful, life-changing moment.