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My son Brody had a rough childhood. Well, actually, his childhood was perfect, or at least a little too good. With my wife not around, he was my pride and joy, and I doted on him, maybe too much. He fell in love with me without even understanding what was happening, and without me knowing. As he got older his teen years turned bad. His hormones started surging and his boyhood crush on his daddy turned into full on sexual desire. The message he was getting from the world was that those feelings were so terribly bad that they shouldn’t even be felt, much less spoken out loud. So he didn’t, but it ate him up inside. His love for me turned into guilt, anger and hate for himself. He got self-destructive and finally ended up in court. I felt like all the dreams and hopes I had for him were crushed when the judge sent him off to bootcamp. It worked though; in a way. It did get his head on straight. Knocked some sense into him, almost literally. As a side benefit, it turned him from a teen boy into a strapping young man. A damn fine, tight bodied, handsome hunk of a young man. The first time I saw him after he got back, he stepped out of the shower and walked into the living room naked. Of course he dived back into the bathroom when he saw me, but I got a good look, and I could hardly breathe. It was my turn to be the one having taboo fantasies. Hell, I don’t think a straight man could look at Brody naked and not think, “well, maybe…” Both of us were sitting there on the sofa, feeling awkward, not knowing that we were both thinking the same thing. Somehow, it just happened. I guess our feelings were just too strong. So strong it had to happen. Our eyes met, and our lips came together as irresistible as the force of gravity. Our whole world changed. It was like everything I knew blew apart into a million pieces. Twenty minutes later when I planted my seed as deep into my sweet boy’s tight ass as I could make it go, everything slammed back together into a whole new world. One where my son is my lover. It took days to sort it all out, but in that moment, while I was lying back on the sofa holding my sweet wonderful boy, that I had thought maybe I had lost forever, in my arms. Feeling his hole quivering around my hard cock still twitching drops of cum into his guts. He was limp on top of me whimpering, and feeling the guilt and desire slowly release from his body, finally safe in his daddy’s arms in a way he never thought would be possible; in a way that neither of us dreamed would be possible. It has been amazing, and wonderful, and confusing, and I’ve never had sex this good in my life. Brody is this strong confident young soldier, who gets one look at my cock and turns into a hungry horny whimpering puppy with his favorite toy. Nothing else exists in his world, and nothing will break that spell until he gets the daddy juice only I can give him. I can’t lie, it’s an ego trip, and it’s hot as hell! I’m a good looking man. I get lots of attention, but nobody has ever desired me like Brody does, or loved me more. Our sex life is beyond description, but our relationship is too. I don’t want to let him out of my sight ever again. I don’t want to let him out of my arms ever again. But, he’s a young man who needs to make his way in the world and, right now, that’s the army. He says he’s not going to make a career out of it, but he wants his college scholarship. I told him that I can pay for his college, but this is something he needs to do for himself. I understand that it’s not about me. It’s about what he needs to prove to himself. Part of being a dad is letting go when the time comes. Yesterday, the time had come for my sweet boy to go back to the base. I was trying to be brave, hold my feelings in for both of us. I knew leaving wasn’t easy for him either, even if it was his choice. We were saying goodbye. He was about to walk away for the next three months. Then our eyes met, and our lips were drawn together, just like the first time. Like all of the times. When he said, “We’ve got time…,” that was all it took. I spun Brody around and pushed his back against the wall, kissing him hard enough to take his breath away. He raised his legs up, wrapping them around my waist like when he was a boy. My boy. My young man. My fuck toy. My lover. And I was going to give him the proper send-off that he deserved.

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