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Daddy's Little Man (FDM + Sparru)

David smiled. What had he been worried about? "Of course we can." He grinned, going silent for a bit. "If I leave you the money, can you pay the pizza guy? I might go out and rent a movie." He sounded normal, no ulterior motives. "Any preferences? I was thinking of getting an action movie, lots of explosions n' crap." The sort of movie any normal father and son might watch together. He really was intending to behave for the night. He had the whole weekend, after all, and plenty of time after that.
 
Andrew considered, once more, as his father spoke. He listened to the way the man's voice fluxuated and to the way he worded things. It seemed innocent enough. He stood from his bed with a heavy sigh, pulling the blanket around his body as he headed to the door. He unlocked it smoothly as he turned the handle so it wouldn't be obvious, then stared up at his dad with scrutiny. Of course, he didn't look even a little sick, and he only opened the door wide enough to see through. He was obviously still hesitant and wary of his father's motives and desires.

"... Can we get a comedy?" He'd never really been a movie buff, and action was, ironically, so very unexciting to him. He shifted a little, pulling the blankets tighter around his form. Hell, with the way he kept himself so well hidden, he may as well have been nude beneath it.
 
David smiled at him, even his expression was completely back to normal. He didn't seem to notice that Andrew didn't look sick, taking the blanket as proof enough. "Sure." He pulled out his wallet, handing over the money to pay for it before heading out.

He got out a movie, a light, happy comedy. On the way back, he stopped at a supermarket, getting soda. While he was there, his eyes were caught by something. Condoms and lube. He stood there, thinking, for a while, before deciding to do it. He would hide them under the seat in the car till he could get them into his room without Andrew seeing. He bought them, grinning widely on the way back home.

He stowed them carefully under his seat and drove a little ways off. He needed to get rid of his hard-on before he got back home. He jerked himself off quickly, eager to get back.

It took longer than it should have to get soda and a movie, but he could always use the excuse that he'd managed to waste a bunch of time deciding what movie to get. When he got back, he headed into the lounge, hoping Andrew would be there with the pizza. He'd put on the movie, grabbing a couple slices before sitting down on the couch. Not too close, not too far, seemingly just flopping down wherever it was most comfortable.
 
Andrew took the money and watched his dad go, staring after him for a little. He didn't move from that spot until the front door closed and he was sure his dad was gone. Finally, he made his way into the kitchen and called for pizza. He ordered the usual: one pizza of his dad's favorite toppings and extra cheese and green bell peppers for himself.

Then he waited.

As much as he appreciated the time alone, it was still eerie for his dad to take forever. What was he doing? He curled up on the couch while he waited, shocked out of his reverie by the doorbell. He got up and went to get his order, paying the man with a few dollars tip, then returned right back to his blanket on the couch, leaving the pizzas on the coffee table. Though the pizza smelled good, he was a small boy and was still very full.

He looked up with slight shock as the door was opened, and though he'd expected it, he still tensed when his father came in. He'd taken his place at the very edge, watching his father carefully as the man put in the movie and took his place beside him. Even with the distance, it felt too close. He'd remain utterly silent throughout the movie, even at parts he thought were funny; it was still just too overwhelming for him.
 
Once again, David just took all these things as Andrew feeling sick. When the movie was over, he looked over at the boy, a small, sympathetic smile on his face. "Why don't you head to bed?" The poor thing looked like he needed some rest. "I'll keep quiet so you can get some sleep."

He had an idea of what he wanted to do with the rest of the night, and he felt the need to do it in private. He wanted to do a little research on things. He also wanted to do a little shopping. After his divorce, he had bought a fleshlight, and he knew that they had discreet shipping, no one would even know what was in the box.
 
As the movie finished, Andrew gladdly went to bed. He couldn't help stealing a single slive of his pizza before he went, though, worried that fridge taste would spoil it before he got to have any. He ate it quickly, finishing it just before he closed the door of his bedroom. He locked the door and rolled into bed; it still felt earlier, but at least sleep seemed easier. It took him a while, but he did eventually drift off, glad nothing more had happened.

He kept his alarm off on the weekends. Still, he woke at six and every hour thereafter, each time looking at the clock and groaning as he rolled back over. He figured his dad's customary weekend breakfast was on the way, and he wasn't looking forward to it. He was tempted to just tell his dad he felt like shit and didn't want to do anything all day, but he still wasn't even entirely sure he'd intended to kiss him.

The whole thing was giving him a major headache.
 
Much later than normal, David would be up and about, starting to make breakfast for himself and his son. Aware he might still be feeling sick, he made less for Andrew than he might usually have done, figuring he could have leftovers from last night if he needed to. He had made pancakes, and he had been desperately tempted to jizz in the mix, but he was sure the taste would be too obvious against the normal taste, and Andrew knew the taste of his pancakes far too well to get away with it.

Once he'd finished cooking, he went to Andrew's room and knocked. "I made you some breakfast if you're up to it, Andrew." He sounded concerned, the fact that he hadn't gotten up yet was a sign that he was probably still feeling sick. He wondered if he should take him to the doctors. It would be a waste of such a nice day, but if he was really sick, he would have to suck it up. He might have become a little unhinged, his ideas around his son becoming twisted, but he still cared deeply for him.
 
Andrew repressed a sigh as his father knocked. This had gone on too long; he needed to suck it up and realize that it had been an accident. As he pulled his blankets from over his body, he spoke. "Coming." He sounded a little exasperated, but nothing more. He wanted to shower and get his mind straight, but pancakes came first. He stretched and left his bedroom, heading to the kitchen.

He'd slept fully clothed, which was unusual. Two nights in a row, even. Day clothing was irritating to him, thus he often wore a loose t-shirt and pajama pants to bed, no boxers or undershirt. He would've prefered full nudity, or at least just his boxers, but he didn't want to risk his scars of shame being seen, especially since his sister had seen him gain most of them. Now, it was just trying to hide them from his father. He even still wore his belt and socks and his wallet was still in his back pocket.

He took his seat, looking a little groggy, but not sick, and pulled his plat a bit closer, promptly digging in. It was good as usual, and he gave small noises of pleasure with each bite, and he managed a bit of a milk mustache along the way. He was in a better mood by the time he finished his first plate, even smiling a little.

"Thanks, dad," he spoke. Though he normally only ate enough to sate his hunger, he always had seconds and thirds of dad's breakfast.
 
David's expression creased in slight worry when he saw Andrew was still wearing the same clothes he'd been wearing a couple days ago. But he seemed to be looking better, so he quickly relaxed. He glanced up occasionally, smiling at his son as they ate. It was a relief to see him feeling better. They wouldn't have to go to the doctor after all.

When he saw that Andrew's appetite was back to normal, he quickly went about whipping up another batch. He didn't mind waiting to eat till his son was done. The noises were making him think about things completely different, anyway.

"You're welcome, Andrew." He looked over at him, mixing up the batter. "You wanna do anything today? It's ok if you wanna just rest, we've got the whole weekend." A long one, even, so the loss of one day wasn't nearly as bad. Besides, at home, they could do other things...
 
Andrew considered the question as he watched his dad cook, the milk still lingering on his upperlip, unknown to Andrew. He couldn't help but use his fork to gather the rest of his syrup and lick it from the prongs, either. When he finally finished he'd decided and answered.

"Well," he said thoughfully, proping his elbows up on the table. "We could go to the park, probably. Or swimming." He wasn't normally an active kid, the type who'd rather sit in his room or go to the mall with friends. But, with his dad, things like this were difficult. Or at least weird. Besides, it'd been a while and he couldn't think of anything else to do. Jenny had been sick the day before and his friends had managed to get themselves into trouble, Thursday night, thus were grounded for the whole weekend. It was a shame, too, since Monday was a holiday. "I dunno, anything else you can think of?" He realized he'd managed to get a bit of the syrup on his thumb and picky, quickly slipping one after the other into his mouth to lick clean.
 
David gave a little hum at the suggestions, thinking. The park might be good, but he didn't think he could handle swimming. It was bad enough with Andrew fully clothed. Of course, it wasn't as if he wouldn't enjoy it, but as twisted as his mind had gotten, he knew he couldn't do things to Andrew in public. They'd take him away.

He glanced back over, his look thoughtful, though the expression seemed to freeze on his face. He turned away as soon as he could tear his eyes from the sight, praying that Andrew hadn't noticed. He continued cooking in silence for a few moments, making sure his voice was normal, or as close to normal as he could get it.

"Maybe just sit around playing on the xbox?" He knew he sucked at it, but half of the fun was in having Andrew beat him. It wasn't as if they didn't have fun. "There's still plenty of pizza left over, and soda."

He was glad he'd masturbated before coming out this morning, probably the only thing that allowed him to keep a bulge out of his pants, with some very unsexy thoughts, refusing to let the small sight of Andrew's fingers in his mouth intrude.
 
Andrew smiled a little wider, a glint in his eyes. "Xbox? Really, dad? But I beat you at everything." His tone was certainly quite a bit cheerier. It wasn't like he was great at the games, either, but the prospect of beating his dad boosted his ego far too much to pass it up. "Sure, we can do that."

He glanced down at his empty plate, and frowned a little, though when he looked back up his expression had become a teasing scowl. "Hurry and make those pancakes, man. I'm starving!" Of course, he definitely wasn't, but hell. He really loved dad's pancakes.
 
David chuckled. "Yes boss." He finished off the pancakes in the pan and turned, placing them in Andrew's plate. "I hope you're not just using me for my food." He joked, obviously happy. He loved days like this with his son, they'd happened so much more since Janet and Lindsay had left.

"We can go up and get one of those new games if you want, I need to drop off that movie anyway." Of course, a new game only increased his chances of failing terribly, but really, it was a given either way.
 
Andrew tried not to drool a little as he cut into the fresh cakes. He couldn't respond until he'd chewed and swallowed (most of) his first bite. Such terrible manners. "It's okay," he took another bite, again only swallowing the bulk before he continued. "I'm kinda getting in the mood for Halo. We can co-op the campaign." He grinned, knowing he'd have to carry his dad's ass through the whole game, but it was still fun, and the man did seem to die in a lot of interesting ways.

He devoured the second plate just as quickly as the first, again using his fork to finish the syrup. He pushed his plate forward, reluctantly admitting that he was too full to eat another bite. He shifted in his chair to get more comfortable as he let the food coma start to settle in; he'd definitely need the time it took his dad to finish eating so he would be awake enough to actually focus.
 
David chuckled, plating up some more pancakes for himself and sitting down. All this wanking had gotten him rather hungry, and since it was only them in the house, he ate in much the same way as Andrew had. "Sounds great." Maybe he could do a little better this time, not die quite as much. Though he didn't doubt that when he did die, it'd still be in just as amusing ways.

He gave a contented sigh as he pushed away his own plate, petting his stomach lightly. Eventually he stood again, taking the plates and putting them in the sink, starting to wash them. "You gonna use the shower?" Needed one himself, but he'd let Andrew go first. He was pretty sure if Andrew went after him, he'd just end up thinking about him being naked and get himself all messy again.
 
Andrew watched his dad eat as his food digested. He drank the rest of his milk, refreshing his mustache, before he offered his dishes to his father and started to get up, himself. "...Yeah..." he responded. He was caught between wanting to and not. If he didn't, acne would quickly take the best of him, not to mention he'd be smelly before the day ended. So he ran a hand through his hair and headed that way.

He gathered his clothes lazily from his room and moved into the bathroom. With his stress waning, his was getting back to his old self. He stripped and hopped in the shower, and with only a few moments under the warm water, his prick was swelling. With a huff, he pressed a hand to the wall beneath the faucet and quickly began to rub one out. But just as he came close, he remember his father's face and the way his lips felt, and the smell of beer on his breath. His hand stopped, covered in a spurt of cum, which still forced itself from his small cock.

Dear god, he just came to his dad's face.

He stood there in shock for a few moments, then decided to rush through the rest of his shower. He cleaned quickly, not caring if he felt a little unclean, later, then got out as soon as he was rinsed. The vision had shocked him out of any more shower-excitement, that time.

He brushed his teeth, used deoderant, and even a little cheap cologne (as it helped to hide the smell of puberty) then dressed and finally came out. He wouldn't look his dad in the eyes as he made his way to the Xbox, wordlessly finding the proper game and turning the console on. He was obviously a little shaken, even still.
 
David was finished with the dishes quickly, really only needing to give them a good rinse and leaving them on the drying rack. He smiled as the shower started, silently moving over to the bathroom door. He pressed his ear against it, closing his eyes as he listened to the sound of his son showering.

There was a light grunt, one David instantly recognized as sexual, and he bit his lip. He could just imagine Andrew's face, twisted with pleasure, a hand around himself. The mental image was alluring. He found his hand on the door handle before he got a hold of himself again. He pulled away, heading to his room. He'd wait in there till Andrew was finished, then sneak in himself.

The idea that his son had masturbated there not moments ago made his own session all the more exciting. He managed to cum twice before he'd get out of the shower, drying himself off and getting dressed. He'd then head out to the lounge, smiling at Andrew. "You want some soda?"
 
Andrew continued to shy his gaze from his father's face, only looking up in reaction to the voice before quickly focusing on the screen he forgot he'd paused. He decided to brush up on his skills while his father showered. Now, his cheeks were flush with red at the all-too-vivid memory and his attempt to hide his shame was far too obvious. He shook his head before he could think, blushing just a tad more. He corrected himself with a clear of his throat.

"Y-yes, please." He swallowed. God, he was so obvious. Another clear of his throat and he repositioned himself on the couch, moving closer to the arm so his father would have the rest of the couch to himself, and hopefully wouldn't decide that Andrew's side of the couch was more comfortable.

He continued to stare at the screen as if focusing, though his fingers didn't move and the screen remained paused.
 
David was confused by Andrew's reaction. He knew that masturbation could be embarrassing for young boys, but he was sure Andrew hadn't been aware of him listening. It wasn't long, however, before his state of mind brought forth a conclusion that was disturbingly close to the truth. What if Andrew had been masturbating about him?

The idea made him shiver with delight, though luckily for them both, he was in the kitchen when it happened. He rooted about in the fridge, considering getting another beer, but instead opted for soda for the both of them. He wanted to be a bit more clear headed for this.

He composed himself before heading back into the lounge, flopping on the couch, about mid-way between Andrew and the other side of the couch. Perhaps he could have sat further away, but he could also have chosen to sit a lot closer. He handed the soda over to the other before grabbing the other controller. "....I shoot with this bit, right?" Thankfully, he managed to press the right button.
 
Andrew hadn't snapped out of it until his father sat beside him. He didn't fail to notice how close. He blushed a littlemore, quickly turning his gaze once more to the screen. He took the soda without looking, and only glanced when the question was asked. "Uh, yeah..." He cleared his throat, cracked the can open, and took a good few swigs before setting it aside.

He couldn't get himself to calm down, and it was incredibly frustrating. He wanted to head back to his room, to ditch his dad. Especially as his groins decided to pick the best time in the world to fill and tingle. No, if he got up now, it'd be far too obvious. He -- as casually as he could possibly manage -- pulled the pillow beside him to lie in his lap. He let his elbows rest on it, as if he just wanted the extra cushioning, but oh hell, he was already so ridiculously aroused.

He tried to keep it from his expression, tried to think of things that were unsexy. Alas, he was helplessly distracted, the screen still paused with his eyes focused blindly on the still colors.
 
David looked at Andrew, concern in his eyes. But unfortunately for Andrew, David was a man who had also been through puberty. He had done the 'cushion over your erection' so many times he had it mastered. He shifted a little, his own crotch starting to react.

He had been planning to wait till later, but the sight was too much. He shifted closer, practically pressing up against Andrew. The entire world seemed to slow down, though his heart continued to race.

He reached over, cupping Andrew's cheek, turning his head. He stared at him for a moment before leaning in and pressing their lips together. He groaned, the sensation was beyond his imagination. His mind managed to ignore any light struggling, thinking of it as just a nervous squirm on Andrew's part.

It lasted for a few seconds, though it seemed like an eternity, before he pulled back, heart pounding in his chest, breathing ragged. "I love you, Andrew."
 
Andrew's eyes flew open wide as his father came close. His stomach flipped and his heart shot right out of his throat. He tensed, dropping the controller and gripping the pillow as tight as he could. Before he could stop it, their lips were mashed together, again. He whined, using the pillow as a shield between their bodies, pushing him away with all his might. His groins decided to react differently, however, growing all the more aroused by the second.

When the kiss finally broke, he was panting and on the verge of crying. He couldn't get his mind to latch onto those words. He wanted to scream, but his voice wouldn't work. He was horrified.

He tried to stand, intending to run for his bedroom. If he could get the door closed and locked, he'd be safe! He had to try.
 
David didn't seem to see any of this, not how it should have been seen, at least. All he could think about was the taste of Andrew on his lips. During the kiss, he had moved atop him somewhat, and now it was easy to keep his son pinned to the couch.

He gripped the pillow, tugging it away and tossing it to the side. He stared down at the sight, moaning happily. Andrew was beneath him, hard. He shuddered deeply, leaning in to press their lips together again, this time grinding their hips together.

It was amazing, he was sure he'd never felt anything like this with his wife, or any partner before. "Mmn... Andrew..." He crooned, hands caressing his son's cheeks lightly.

But no. He had to wait, he couldn't just take Andrew's virginity like this, he had to make it special. He pulled away, collapsing back on the couch and closing his eyes. He didn't notice as Andrew ran off, his hand already starting to snake into his pants.

How the hell could this just feel so good?
 
Andrew was sobbing heavily by the time it was allo finished. He couldn't let himself really feel it. It was all way, way too much for him. He felt ghost hands and lips of his father, touching him in ways he'd never been touched before, preparing to rape and take whatever he wanted with no further thought.

This wasn't how he wanted his first time to play out, and it certainly wasn't with someone he could enjoy it with. The ghost of his father's cock against his ass didn't help. He felt horribly violated.

He took off the moment he was able, practically diving into his room, slamming the door behind him. He fumbled with the lock, panting and sobbing. Hating the fact that his cock was so hard. He groaned through his sobs, collapsing to the floor before reaching his hand into his pants. He grabbed himself and squeezed, squealing quietly as pain coursed up his abdomen like lightning. He squeezed until he felt his cock wilting in his hand. His sobs doubled twofold as he released himself, shaking in fear and agony.
 
David got himself off in record time, letting himself lay on the couch for a few moments, remembering it, playing it over and over. He gave a soft, moaned sigh and sat up, looking in the direction of Andrew's room. He went over, pressing his ear against the door.

What he heard made him freeze, and two parts of his mind battled for dominance. One part, the part that was Andrew's father first and nothing else second, felt guilt, shame. He wanted to beg Andrew's forgiveness. But that part of him was so horrified by what he had done, that one particularly loud sob simply broke it.

His mind couldn't cope with the idea that Andrew was this upset, especially over something he himself had done. So his mind refused it completely, and with the protestation now firmly dead in a ditch, he just gave a soft hum, moving away and into his own room.

A few hours later, there would be a knock on the door. David went to answer it eagerly, accepting the packages and taking them to his room. He unwrapped them with a grin. An Anal fleshlight and a dildo. It was much bigger than Andrew, undoubtedly, but it was the smallest he could get.

He looked at them for a while, trying to decide before figuring he could just do both. He pulled himself out, using the bottle of lube that had come with his purchases, and pushed into the fleshlight. He groaned loudly, not trying to hide the sound from his son's hearing, and shuddered deeply. He almost came in that moment, but he held back, shifting to start jerking himself off with it as he took the head of the dildo into his mouth.
 
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