After a long day completing errands, my father and I were driving back home. We live in the countryside of Massachusetts, so the grocery store is far away. I had a lovely day with him, but honestly, I cherish these moments, which we haven’t had as many as we used to.

On the drive, we passed a soothing lake, and I watched the birds flounder in a heart-like pattern. My father played a popular radio show we frequently listened to. We laughed at the silly, harmless banter from the two co-hosts until one of their guests had a piece of “advice” to share.

“My motto is, if under five inches, it ain’t going in, haha.” The female guest said.

The two co-hosts and producers started laughing at her obnoxious joke. I didn’t take her words seriously, so I started giggling because it didn’t phase me. Usually, we share a sense of humor, so I expected him to laugh. But he wasn’t, and he was grim and disturbed, almost like a cold robot.

It was quiet until he changed the station to alternative rock before she explained why under five inches wasn’t enough. His face went from a pigmented fawn to a sickly pale white.

I protested, “Hey, what are you doing?”

“I’m not listening to that garbage.” He roared.

“But we always listen to it.”

“Not anymore. I’m done with it.”

“Was it the joke from the guest? It really wasn’t that funny.”

He looked at me and growled with ferocity, “Don’t give me that crap, Lucas. I heard you laughing.”

I was stunned because my father only called me Lucas when he was upset or serious.

“So? I only chuckled a little. I don’t get it. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. I’d rather listen to music.”

He turned up the volume and remained quiet the entire trip back home. I couldn’t even look at him, so I just looked outside the window at the peaceful landscape. He and I were somewhat honest with each other, so his aggressive reaction was strange and confusing. I’d never seen my father get upset so quickly.

The time driving would hopefully clear his head, but the moment we arrived home, he stormed into his bedroom and slammed the door. He left me by myself to put everything away. I took all the groceries to the kitchen and put them away in solitude.

On Friday evenings, I always go to the gay bar in the city, but I wanted to stay home in case my father needed me. It sounded like he did but didn’t want to tell me. I felt sad and dragged myself to my bedroom, worried about my father’s emotional state.

My mother passed away several years ago, and I don’t think he will ever be over her death. The holiday time was extremely hard for us, and I know the lights and decorations for Christmas were a huge trigger. The holiday season isn’t always joyful and happy; my Dad struggles with it.

It might have something to do with that, but I wouldn’t push it. It was only my father and me, so he meant everything to me, and I didn’t want to upset him anymore. It wasn’t my place to pry if he was uncomfortable sharing anything with me.

I started to feel anxious, so I tried distracting myself by watching an episode of Riverdale until the episode’s boring plot made me fall asleep. I woke up an hour later, and I heard the television outside. That meant my father was up and about, so I eagerly rushed to join him. I looked all over the house until I heard him watering the garden in the backyard.

I walked outside, but seeing my father shocked me to my weak heart. My heart beat faster than a hummingbird’s light wings, and I felt goosebumps form throughout my body. He was completely naked, from the furry top to the very bulky bottom. My jaw dropped, and my dick instantly hardened, seeing my father in his most natural form without any article of clothing, wrapping his stunning, hairy body.

My father, Brandon, is a chubby, thick, and beautiful man in his late 50s. He has a deep, sensual-sounding voice, and he is the definition of a traditionally masculine man, but he is a little timid. He also has a protective-looking beard with patches of black and gray. I love older men because I am fond of their mature masculine energy.

I haven’t seen my father naked since I was a little boy, and even with that, he was skinnier, not like how he is now. I always pictured how beautiful his butt would be, and it was even more firm and juicy. I watched his big white butt cheeks bounce like a piece of Jello with each motion. My father expressed himself conservatively, so I rarely saw him without a shirt.

I always found my father attractive, but I obviously could never tell him that. What could I possibly tell him? I couldn’t just go up to him and say, “Hey, Dad, I think you are the sexiest man alive,” now could I? I’ve had a crush on my father since I could remember in my illogical teenage years, and there was a time when I felt ashamed of having incestuous thoughts.

Since I can’t be with my father, I’ve had the consolation of dating older, chubbier men to satisfy my urge to serve a fantastical specimen, mirroring the perfect patriarch of my family. Growing up, I made many mistakes, but I’ve changed. I’ve grown up, but some things, like my feelings for my wonderful father, never change.

I hypnotically stared until he sensed I was behind him and turned his head.

He frantically dropped his garden hose and shouted, “Son, what are you doing here!? I thought you were going to the club tonight like you normally do.”

I was mesmerized by my father’s naked body, and I could barely articulate a sentence.

I respectfully looked away for a second, “I, umm, I decided not to go because I thought you, umm, would need me for something.”

He completely turned around, but sadly, he was covering his desirable crotch with both hands. I couldn’t help but get even more turned on by the image of my father shielding his cock from me.

I don’t know why my father was so hot. What was the ultimate mystery he was hiding between his legs?

He snapped, “Well, you should have told me,” and stormed past me and ran inside like a frightened boy.

“Dad, wait. It’s fine. I’m your son.”
I heard the door slam harder than before, and the walls shook from his unnecessary force. At this point, I didn’t know what was wrong with my father as his demeanor was completely different, but I’d also never seen him naked before.

His tender body so innocently nude was a permanent sight I could never escape — and I didn’t want to. I wanted to see more of him but knew that would never happen. It was a forbidden fantasy, and it needed to stay that way. I crept by his door, and I could hear my father moaning to himself in a desperate cry. I just wanted to hold him all night long.

There wasn’t anything I could do, but I decided to make him dinner. He loved my Linguine with Bolognese dish, and food comforted me when I felt depressed. I’m built like my father, except he’s a little chubbier than me. We usually used food as an emotional escape, so I got to work. It took around an hour to cook everything.

I walked to my father’s room and knocked on the door quietly.

He cried out, “Yes, what is it?”

“I made you dinner. My famous Bolognese pasta. I know it’s your favorite.”

“Thank you, Luke.”

I waited for him to come out but only heard the faint water drops from the bathroom faucet.

“You are welcome. Just come out when you are ready.”

I didn’t want to eat alone, so I watched television, and the meal became gravely cold, like my father’s distant attitude. I was left alone with my thoughts, and I couldn’t understand why my father emotionally locked me out.

This is ridiculous. This can’t keep going on. I’m going to talk to him. I want to be there for him like he always was for me. It kills me to see him this way.

Without even knocking, I walked into his room. My father was under the covers, in a fetal position. A small ray illuminated the room from the pink and orange sunsetting sky. He picked himself up so I could see his hairy chest, which he covered with the blankets right away.

He looked startled and asked, “Son, what are you doing in here? I’m not in the mood to eat; I’m sorry.”

I sat right next to him, so I felt his legs under my butt.

I looked at him and answered, “I want you to tell me what’s happening with you. Be honest with me. Please.”

“No, son. I really don’t want to talk about it. I’ll be okay. I always am, and you know that.”

“I know, but we’ve also been there for each other.”

I came close to him and pulled the covers off his body so I could see his marvelous chest. I marveled at his hairy, thick chest, but I didn’t want him to see how I felt about him. I felt my dick grow in my pants.

I looked down and said, “Look, Dad, I’m sorry for seeing you naked. I should have told you I wasn’t going out tonight.”

His face turned redder than a dark red rose, and he replied, “It’s fine. You don’t have to be sorry.”

“But I am. Can you at least tell me why you were naked? Do you enjoy being naked when I am out?”

He covered his face and stated, “Yes, I really like being naked.”

“And you normally prance around naked when I’m not home.”

“Yes, and I can’t believe you saw me like that. I am so embarrassed.”

“Why?

“Because — argh, no reason at all. Can we stop talking about this?” He barked.

“You know, Dad, I love being naked, too.”

He looked up at me, “Wait, you do?”

I nodded my head, “Mhm. When you are at work, I usually walk around the house completely butt naked. I didn’t think you would be okay with me like that. You almost caught me several times. I’m usually nonchalant about it, so I’m not too careful.”

“Oh, I’m always careful. I don’t want anyone to ever see my naked body.”

“I don’t understand. I am your son. You can be however you want when you are with me. You know that, right?”

“No, I can’t.”

“Why were you so upset in the car?”

“I just didn’t like what the women said.”

“About being under five inches?”

“Yes, it was obnoxious,” I said.

He wrinkled his nose, “What do you mean? You laughed at it.”

“It wasn’t that funny. I just thought her delivery was a little humorous. It just made me chuckle, that’s all. I disagree with her nonsense.”

“Oh, okay. That’s good to know.”

“Why did it upset you? Are you under five inches?”

“No, of course not! I am not going to talk to my son about my dick size. It’s ludicrous. You may be comfortable with your little gay crowd, but we are not talking about that here.” He said, looking flustered.

“But, you taught me to be happy with my body and” —

“That’s enough, boy. I am done with this. Get out.”

“Okay, I understand.”

I felt like crying and walked out. As I left in the hallway, I stumbled upon an old photograph of when I was a little boy. He took me fishing by the lake we passed earlier today. I remember just having so much fun and feeling safe with him. I genuinely loved my mother, but she never made me feel that way. There’s something about a father figure I couldn’t fathom. We were so innocent back then, and I miss that.

*****

“See, my boy, it’s all about patience.”

Little Luke looked at his father with impatience, “But I want to catch a fish now!”

He rubbed his back and laughed, “Don’t worry, son, you will get one.”

A few minutes passed, and he saw his fishing pole stiffen. “A fish. What do I do?!”

“Silly boy, reel it in like I taught you.”

He reeled it in but struggled until his father held his hand and helped him.

Mickey looked in awe at the fish, “Wow. Dad. It’s so cute.”

“Great job, my boy.”

They looked at each other and hugged.

*****

I held the photograph in my hand, and I remembered the good times we had. I am 33 years old, and I want those times back. I realized this was my last chance to revive what we once had. If I don’t, he may closet himself in his thoughts forever, away from me.

My father, depressed, lay down in his bed. After a few moments, I entered his room, but this time, completely naked, like the day I was born.

His eyes widened when he saw my stark naked body and looked away.

“Son, what are you doing? Why are you naked?”

I chortled at my father’s clueless question. This would take a patient effort with him to feel validated and confident.
“Why do you think, Dad? I am here to show you there is nothing wrong with the naked body or your body.” My father shamefully looked away, “Look at me.” I challenged him.

“No, I won’t look at you.”

I came close to him and sensitively said, “Dad, look at me.”

He finally looked up at my naked body. I held my hips like a privileged member of royalty so that he could get a good look at my dick.

“You taught me to be comfortable with my body.” I pointed at my crotch with my right hand. “And I assumed you also meant my tiny little cock.”

It was true. My cock was incredibly tiny, at less than an inch soft and three inches hard. And because I was so chubby, it just hid underneath my fat pad, but you could still see the little itty bitty head. There was some visibility going on, and it didn’t wholly evaporate into a nub of vanishment. I’m glad I didn’t have a boner because I didn’t want the moment ruined by my carnal lust. This wasn’t a sexual moment but a chance to connect with my father in a profound, empathetic way. This was about his body, not mine.

“Stop it, son, enough.”

“Yes, Father, this is my body, and my cock is really, really tiny. I know you were embarrassed by the joke earlier. Truthfully, did you know I had a dreadfully small ding-a-ling and wanted to protect me?

“No, that’s not it.”

“Because I don’t care about the size of my cock. I wouldn’t care if I had the smallest penis on the planet.”

“I am envious of your confidence.”

“Why?”

“I’ve never really felt comfortable with my body.”

I rubbed his bare chest, brushing past his right clavicle. I couldn’t believe my father was ashamed of his body. He has the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen.

“Well, you have a beautiful body. I saw you naked.”

“No, you haven’t seen my dick.”

That’s true. What is it then?”

“Stop! I feel guilty, okay.” He snapped.

“Guilty for what?”

He pointed at my crotch and said, “I can’t stand to look at your dick. I’m the reason your cock is that size.”

“What do you mean?”

He lowered his hand and rubbed his forehead out of frustration.

“I don’t want to say it.”

I sat right next to him on the bed, and he looked at my little button dick take a desiccated expedition up my fatty upper pubic areas (FUPA).

“I am not leaving until you tell me what is going on. I am worried about you. Dad, is your cock small too? It’s okay, really.”

He sighed and said, “Okay. Do you promise not to judge me?”

“Dad. I am your only son. I would never judge you. You taught me everything, and you are my hero.”

I looked at him with a heartwarming smile, and he seemed to relax in the way I saw through him, not past him.

“Okay, son. I also have a very small cock, and it is so embarrassing. I am ashamed I passed down my disgraceful genes. I can’t believe my son also has a tiny cock. I am so, so sorry, my beautiful boy.”

“Oh, Dad. This may sound strange, but I love having a small cock. It’s my body, and I don’t care what anyone thinks.”

“How can you say that? I’ve failed you.”
“No, you didn’t; you graced me with a beautiful body like yours.”

“You aren’t embarrassed at all?”

“Dad, I have a small penis, but any jokes about it never mattered to me. I know who I am, and nothing will change that. The only thing I can do is embrace my body and sometimes even giggle at it.”

“You giggle at your own cock?”

“Yeah, usually when I get out of the shower because I can barely see it. I laugh out of love, not shame.

He shivered, “I wish I could feel confident about my body.”

“I can help you with that.”

“How, my boy?”

“I want you to stand in the middle of the room and strip down.”

“Never. We should never see each other naked.”

“And who decides that? I am literally naked right now.”

“Ugh! I don’t know, Luke. God, society, the world?”

“But it’s just us, so they don’t exist in our safe sphere. How about we decide what is right?”

“No, that isn’t right.”

“You know, I think most of the world hates me for being gay. Does that mean I can’t welcome who I am?”

“That’s different, and a father and son shouldn’t” —

“Let me stop you right there. Just stop.”

He covered his face, and I just stood there beaming. I tenderly grabbed his hands and uncovered his beautiful face. I held his broad hands, and I looked right into his eyes. He cried, and a shy tear dripped down his cheek. I stroked his wet cheek with my thumb, wiping away his sadness, touching his beard slightly with the rest of my hand.

“You have such kind eyes, Dad. Don’t let anyone take that beautiful glimmer away.”

He covered his face again, fell on his back, and cried like a gentle giant. I lifted his shirt and rubbed his hairy belly, trying to comfort him, but it wouldn’t be enough. I didn’t say anything; I knew how hard it was for him to see his body as I did — an exceptional piece of art.

“Show me your body,” I whispered in his sexy ear.

“My beautiful boy, I feel so safe with you, and I appreciate you trying to comfort me, but I can’t do that.”

“Please, Dad.”

He thought about it for a moment and asked, “Are you sure this will be okay?”

“Yes, everything will be okay. I promise you that. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“You look really nice, Dad. You have a beautiful body.”

“Thank you.” And he gave me a little smile.

“Aww. Was that a smile?” He giggled. “Why don’t you feel the same way?”

“I’m proud of you for being confident with your body, but you’ve never had to deal with your classmates teasing you about being smaller.”

“What happened?”

“I was back in high school, and my friends pulled down my pants, but my underwear fell to my ankles. They lifted my shirt, and everyone was laughing at my dick. I picked up my pants and ran off, hearing everyone chant, ‘Tiny Bradley.’ I ran straight home and cried for hours. I felt ashamed of my body, and that memory has haunted me to this day.”

“Oh, Dad. I am so sorry. What a shitty thing for them to do to you. What happened after?”

“Honestly, most people didn’t bring it up, and my friends actually felt awful about what they did, but it spread across the campus. I had several peers tease me. I’ve never forgotten that since.”

“And the joke this morning was a trigger of those memories?”

“Yes, I hate feeling bad about my dick.”

“How you feel about your body isn’t defined by what others think. I’ve felt insecure, but I learned that feeling sorry for myself wouldn’t help how I felt about it. I saw the beauty of it because it is my body. I don’t take what those boring body-shamers do seriously. They are just projecting their own insecurities on other people.”

“Wow, son. You are wise beyond your years. I wish I could do that.”

“You can, and you know what will help.”

He nodded his head and said, “Okay. I will do this for you.”

He walked to the center of the room, effortlessly dumped his shirt, shorts, and socks, and threw them on the bed. He looked distant, but I could tell he felt more comfortable wearing less clothes. And I unmistakably wanted him to wear as little as possible.

“Haha, there you go, Dad.”

“Are you sure this is the right thing to do?”

“Yes, show me your gorgeous-looking body.”

“Okay,” and he slowly lowered his briefs until they hit the floor. His little soft penis nodded happily at me, and I couldn’t help but smile. It was authentically small and little, and because he was chubbier than me, it looked even smaller, but looking at his, our minimally-sized cocks looked identical.

I just looked at his very tiny penis as it lay slightly to the right, sunken in his little boy balls. It was undeniably and objectively small; there was no subjective opinion. But that didn’t matter because it was my father’s baby dick, and I loved him so much. No matter how tiny it was, it gave me life; that alone is the most beautiful gift he could have ever given me.

“Wow. Dad, that is truly beautiful. Your cock is sexy.”

“I guess so.”

I needed not to tell him how gorgeous he was but to show him. Words can only do so much, so I needed to prove to my father what a lovely specimen he was.

“Alright, let’s get rid of that attitude. I want you to look down at it.”

He looked down and said, “I can’t see it.”

“Well, lift your tummy up. You should be able to find it that way. I know it’s hiding in your fuzzy bush, but its hiding spot isn’t tricky to find.”

He lifted his stomach up and looked down at his little tiny baby cock resting finely between his big, beautiful thighs and on his compact-like balls.

“Isn’t that just such a beautiful sight? I never knew anyone could be so unique and beautiful. You helped me and were always there for me. You are my beauteous father, and I couldn’t love you more.”

He delicately blushed and said, “You know what, son? You are right. This is my body, and I should be happy this is mine.” He hesitated for a second. “I may have a tiny cock, but it doesn’t define me. I have you, and that’s all that matters.”

I felt like bawling my eyes out, but I wanted to be strong for my Dad. I walked up to him. I was a little taller than him, so I just looked down at him and gave him a soft hug. Unhesitatingly, he wrapped his sexy arms around me, and the warmth radiated from our bodies.

“I love you so much, my beautiful father.”

“And I love you so much, my beautiful son.”

“I am so proud of you for proudly admitting you have a tiny dick. There is nothing wrong with being small, and I hope you know that.”

“I am starting to see that.”

“Many people like little boy cocks, including yours truly.”

I felt my little guy stiffen; I know he felt it because I could also feel he was growing a little, too. I ended the hug, and he looked down at my tiny little infant-sized boner. He looked shocked, and I just smirked at him. I brought him close, and I kissed his amiable forehead.

I whispered to him, “I think I like you too much.”

“Have you always had these feelings?”

“Yes, I’ve always been in love with you. I want you to hold and protect me from anything.”

He rubbed my exposed back and said, “I’ve always had a little crush on you too. You were always a light in my life. I just wanted to protect you from the outside. I got a little carried away in some of my thoughts, though.”

“Oh wow! What about mom? Did she know about this?”

“No, of course not. We loved each other, but I think she knew I also had an interest in men, which drew her away.”

“I am sorry. So, why didn’t you date other women after she passed away? Was it because you weren’t over her or something else?”

“I met her when she was a virgin, so I didn’t have to worry about my tiny cock. She enjoyed me as much as I did her. But I was worried I couldn’t satisfy another woman, so I decided not to pursue anyone else.”

“You don’t have to worry about that with me, Dad. I don’t care how small your little cute wee-wee. I will worship it however you want me to. I will do anything for your beautiful little cock.”

“Well, it’s just…”

“Just what?”

“I’ve never done anything with another man before. I’m scared.”

“Don’t worry at all.”

“But, this is wrong. It is incest.”

“No, you are wrong. This is love, and I want this.” I kissed him on his scruffy cheek. “Don’t you?” I asked him.

“I do, Lucas. I really do.”

I growled at him, “Then come here,” and I kissed him on the lips. He wrapped his arms around my back and massaged my entire backside, sliding down to my bare white butt and investigating my butt crack. “Oh yeah. That is very nice, Dad.” I held his hand and said, “Come here.”

We walked to the bed and playfully pushed him on his back so his little three-inch dicklette stood up, longing for my horny attention. I was filled with lust, and I wanted nothing more than to pleasure the love of my life. He spread his chubby legs and I was on my knees in the space he made for me. I slowly kissed his legs, licking the little hairs on his shins, working my way up to his giant thighs. I made out with every part of his body.

“Luke, you are so beautiful.”

I returned the compliment and said, “So, are you.”

I romantically kissed him on the lips and held the back of his head, handling the softness of his gray hair. I came close to his little throbbing boner. I pushed in his FUPA to access it better, so most of it came out. I could hardly see it before, but now I could see it in every undersized detail. I rubbed it with my finger, and he moaned. I gave his little penis a few kisses and delicate rubs. I jacked him off with two fingers for a few moments until I popped his little cocklette in my mouth.

He gasped with pleasure, and I reacted, “Oh, I hear you like that.”

He massaged my head and said, “I do. Very much.”

“It is rather easy to suck. I can’t believe how small our cocks are.”

“Yes, they are, but I’m glad my boy likes little tiny ones.”

“Mhm.”

I slowly bobbed up and down his very short shaft. Blowing my father wasn’t a lot of work, but this made me feel so connected to him. The universe brought us together, and everything was coming full circle.

“I want to blow you, too, son, but I don’t know if I’m ready.”

Oh, don’t worry about that. Here, this will help.”

I curled and sucked his beautiful tiny cock. I heard him move, so he could also suck mine. It felt like I blacked out in that sensual moment. All I could think about was pleasing my father’s little boy-sized dick. The god-like beauty it had in the creation of me. The universe flattened, and time froze over. I was lost licking and sucking the minuscule, thin shaft of my father’s pinky-length pee-pee. I never imagined a cock could taste so deliciously flavorful.

And eventually, I felt something soft, like velvet, around my little boner. I let out a hushed gasp as I felt my father’s mouth slowly consume the almost invisible tip of my little weenie. My father was actually sucking my little pimple! He also needed to push in my fat pad to get the whole thing, which wasn’t much.

He coyly traveled down my tiny shaft, centimeter by centimeter, until my entire monstrous seven centimeters wedged deep in his throat. It was swarming in a sky of lust and fantasy. The warmness of his mouth was alleviating, like I didn’t have a single problem in the world.

“Son, your little cock tastes so good. It’s so small and amazing.”

I giggled, and we sucked each other with passion, and it was a sensual, erotic moment. Having a little baby dick fucking my mouth was the most unimaginable feeling ever. A smile swept over my face. I was proud of my father for trusting his boy and letting him steer the course for once. My father was always the leader, and I always aspired to be like him. I never thought I would have the chance to teach him the lessons about how to pleasure his own son’s available little toddler-like dick.

He came into my mouth relatively quickly. He screamed and violently grabbed the blankets like a warrior’s vigor. He released so much semen it forcefully entered my throat, and some event drooled out of my mouth. I had no idea such a tiny cock could liberate so much cum. I swallowed it and licked the droplets that came down my face.

He panted, “Wow, my boy. That was amazing. You really know how to pleasure a man’s tiny little cock.”

“Not just any man’s, but my wonderful father’s.”

He hugged me and kissed me on the chest and lips. He could taste his wonderous cum, and he licked his lips. I saw his little cock revert back into an adorable nubby. I didn’t do anything but grin at how cute the little wee-wee was.

“Thank you.”

He continued to suck me until I said, “Dad, I want to fuck you.”

“Okay, son, you can do whatever you want.”

He handed me a bottle of his lubricant, so I flipped him over so his voluptuous butt was facing my curious face. I spanked it a couple of times and was more aroused by how it hopped and jiggled. I kissed each butt cheek, and I couldn’t help myself but lick the inside of his anus with my stretched tongue.

I oiled up my little baby boner, and I slowly entered his remarkable butt. With a combination of my very small penis and his thick ass, I only managed just to hit the opening of the anus, but that was enough for me. I pumped over and over again, and my father appreciated the stimulation of my sweet little cock touching the surface of his unexplored anus. It didn’t take long for me to release the most immense load I have ever had in my life. I screamed, and I just flopped over.

I licked my cum from his anus. I got up and lay beside him, looking into his tired eyes. He cupped my chin and gave me another kiss.

“Son, you are amazing. I loved it. That was the first time I’ve had sex in seven years.”

“I can’t believe that. You deserve a man’s love. I’m glad I pleased you.”

“Thank you. You are the first man I have ever been with, and I don’t want this to end. I have a long way to go in accepting my body and understanding my feelings for you, but you’ve helped me so much. And I love you with all my heart.”

He gave him a long, fatherly kiss on my forehead, and I felt like I was in heaven, feeling his warm skin on my lips. I closed my eyes and appreciated what an unrepeatable moment that was. Our love for each other transcends in a way most fathers and sons will ever be able to, which was an astounding feat of our love for each other. We had one another, and that’s all we needed.

We stayed naked the entire evening, had the dinner I made, and cuddled by the television watching a horror movie. Eventually, we enjoyed each other again before we fell asleep. In the end, we almost had no dicks they were so tired and incredibly ridiculously small.

I didn’t dream that night because I had everything I could have ever wanted. We had so much to explore, and I couldn’t wait to be with the man of my childhood dreams. I love you, father.

 

The End.

 

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