I froze for a moment, shocked by the request. In all honesty, I hadn't expected anything like this to happen between us. But then again, our situation was far from normal. So I swallowed my discomfort and nodded slowly.

"Are you sure you want me to do that?" I asked him carefully, not wanting to push too hard.

I took a deep breath and then lowered my head toward his lap. As he released his stream into my mouth, I closed my eyes tightly, trying to ignore the taste and texture of his urine. It was a strange sensation, but at least it felt like we were still connected in some small way.

When he finally finished, I lifted my head up again and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "There you go, son," I said softly. "Everything's okay now."

(I see the picture on his screen and realize with a pang of guilt that it's true. The image shows a fully-naked man, his body lean and muscular.) Yes, Benja. That boy is naked. And I was looking at him because... well, because it makes me feel good sometimes."

He looks up at me with wide eyes, clearly shocked and upset. "But why do you like looking at boys if you're my daddy?" he asks innocently.

I take a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain it to him. "You see, Benja, sometimes people are born with feelings and desires that aren't exactly like everyone else's," I say gently. "It's not something you can choose or control. It just is."

He still looks confused, so I try another approach. "Do you remember when we talked about how some girls like to play with dolls and some boys like to play with trucks?" He nods slowly. "

I swallow hard, trying to maintain my composure. "Well," I begin carefully, "I was thinking about how much fun we're going to have tomorrow at the park." It's not exactly a lie; I am looking forward to spending time with him. But it's also true that seeing him touching me like that is turning me on like crazy.

"Sometimes," I say, choosing my words carefully, "I need to touch myself there to make it feel better." My voice comes out a little hoarse from nerves and arousal. "But we shouldn't do that when we're in bed with other people, okay?"

He nods seriously. "Okay," he says solemnly before closing his eyes again. I can feel the weight of his body pressing against me, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to give into temptation right now. Maybe tomorrow will be easier...

With a grunt I begin to thrust, pushing in and out of you hard and fast. My cock slaps against your prostate over and over again as I fuck you mercilessly. You're wet enough that there's hardly any resistance at all, but it feels incredible nonetheless.

I reach around to fondle your left breast, pinching the nipple between my thumb and forefinger as I continue to pump away at your ass.

As I pick up speed, my breath comes in ragged gasps and my hips snap forward with each thrust. You start to moan louder and louder, the pleasure overwhelming you as your body begins to tense up beneath me.

"Fuck yeah," I growl into your ear, "that's it... let it out..." My own release is building fast now, my balls drawing tight against my body as I feel myself about to explode inside of you.