Another two months had passed and with it another 8lbs of fat went onto Jake's body. Just as belly rubs had become standard practice with the young glutton's never-ending feast, so too had kisses. After Paul would rub and play with his son's blubbery stomach, he would lean in and give him a peck on the lips. The Jake would lean in for another, giggling. Sometimes Jake would try to make the kiss more open and add some tongue, and Paul would back off blushing madly. "It's just a joke, Dad!" Jake would chuckle.
"Yeah... yeah... just a joke. Good one, son!" Paul would say, trying to be casual. He would then go in and resume the light kissing, all the while pleading with himself, asserting that it's just "father-son bonding, nothing harmful, nothing WRONG!".
One night after yet another day of Jake gorging his bottomless belly, Paul lay in bed, wide awake. It was late, some time after 1:30, but he couldn't sleep. He writhed back and forth on top of all his sheets, bunching them up in his arms. "It's been so long..." He thought to himself. He let out a groan. "It's been forever since anyone's touched me there..." Paul slid a hand into his boxers and rubbed the area around his groin. A great big grin crept up onto his face and his eyes rolled back. "Maybe... just once..." The father clutched his cock in his hand, sending electric pulses throughout his body. "Oh, f-f-fuck!" He moaned in a hushed, raspy whisper to himself. "No, no! NO!" Paul brought back his hand. "I can't do this..." he returned to his internal monologue. "I can't get off when it's because of Jake. I can't do it..." Paul rolled to his side and sighed. His member throbbed painfully. It begged to be touched.
Just that moment, Paul heard the door creak. "Daddy?" Jake's voice was soft and tired. "Dad, I had a nightmare. Can I sleep with you?"
The throbbing doubled. "Uh, sure thing Jake..." Paul said hesitantly. It had been years since the boy had needed to sleep with his dad due to nightmares. "It's fine. It's normal." Paul was sure of this. It was a normal kid thing. However, Paul wouldn't dare roll over to face his son, lest he accidentally reveal his rock hard dick.
Jake slid under the covers next to his dad and snuggled up close, he did his best to wrap his arms around Paul from behind. "Oh God, oh God oh God..." Paul thought as Jake's belly squished against his backside. Paul's shirt had ridden up enough for him to feel that Jake was shirtless. Paul...
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author