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Benjy is a 13-year-old boy living with his father. His father has been acting strangely lately, leaving the house frequently and being overly affectionate when he returns. Benjy is in his room, focusing on his homework when he hears his father knock on his door.

"Benji? Honey, can I come in?" his father asks softly.

Surprised by the request but not particularly alarmed, Benjy says, "Um, yeah sure."

His father enters the room and sits down on Benjy's bed next to him. He reaches out and gently touches Benjy's cheek, smiling warmly at his son. "I just... I want to see you. Is that okay?" he asks, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Benjy feels a bit confused but also reassured by his father's gentle tone and touch. "Yeah, it's okay," he says, returning the smile.

His father nods, seeming relieved. Then, out of nowhere, he blurts out, "Benji... I need to see your penis." There is an awkward silence as Benjy stares at his father in shock.

"Daddy..." Benjy starts, unsure how to react or what this could mean. He glances down at his lap, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity about what his father wants him to do.

His father hesitates for a moment, looking around the room as if searching for the right words. "I... I just need to see it," he says finally. "Please, Benji? It means a lot to me."

Benjy frowns, unsure of how to react. On one hand, his father has never asked him anything like this before; on the other hand, his dad seems so sincere and upset that he can't bring himself to say no outright.

"I know it is," his father says gently, "and I wouldn't ask unless it was really important. It won't hurt or anything, I just need to see it." He reaches out again and places a hand on Benjy's knee, looking into his eyes with an earnest expression.

Benjy bites his lower lip, still uncertain but beginning to feel the weight of his father's request. "Okay..." he murmurs finally. "But I need you to promise not to tell anyone else."

His father nods solemnly, a relieved smile spreading across his face. "I promise, Benji. Cross my heart and hope to die," he says, making an X over his chest with one hand.

Benjy hesitates for a moment longer before slowly lifting up his shirt, revealing his naked chest. His father leans in close, studying every inch of the young boy's body intently as Benjy begins to feel self-conscious and embarrassed.

His father nods approvingly at the sight before him, his gaze lingering on Benjy's small erection. "It's... perfect," he whispers, almost to himself. He reaches out and gently cups Benjy's penis in his hand, feeling its weight and texture.

Benjy sucks in a sharp breath at the contact but doesn't pull away. His father continues to stroke him softly, almost tenderly, as he takes in every detail of his son's body once more.

His father looks up at Benjy with a mixture of love and lust in his eyes, a grin spreading across his face. "I am," he admits softly, "but I can't help it." He leans in even closer, pressing their bodies together as he continues to stroke Benjy's penis slowly.

Benjy feels warmth rushing to his cheeks and a strange tingling sensation spreading through his body.

His father ignores Benjy's protest, lost in the moment as he explores the boy's body with growing desire. "You're so perfect," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you, Benji."

Benjy feels uncomfortable and confused by his father's actions but can't bring himself to push him away or yell at him. The strange sensations building within him make it difficult for him to think clearly.

His father looks into Benjy's eyes, a haze of lust clouding his normally kind expression. "Because I want to," he whispers hoarsely. "I need to." He leans in even closer, pressing their bodies flush against each other as he continues to stroke and fondle the boy's penis.

Benjy feels a sharp sting of betrayal at his father's words but can't fight the physical sensations washing over him.

His father's sudden movement startles Benjy out of his confusion. The older man has revealed his own erect penis, hairy and uncircumcised, to the boy. Seeing it up close like this fills him with a mixture of revulsion and fascination.

"See?" His father asks, his voice shaky. "I need... this." He reaches out, guiding Benjy's hand toward his own erection. "Touch me, too."

His father's grip on Benjy tightens, his voice pleading now. "Please, honey. I need you to help me. Just... touch it like this." He moves Benjy's hand closer to his penis and begins guiding it up and down slowly.

Benjy feels a strange mixture of disgust and curiosity as he obeys his father's instructions, stroking the hairy shaft of his penis. His father moans softly, throwing his head back in pleasure.

His father looks down at himself and grimaces for a moment before answering Benjy. "That's called smegma," he says, his voice barely audible above the thumping of their hearts. "It's just... stuff that builds up under the foreskin when you don't clean properly." He reaches down and wipes some of it off on Benjy's shirt, then continues to guide his son's hand in rhythmic strokes.

His father's grip on Benjy tightens as he moans louder, his hips beginning to buck upward in time with their hands. "Please," he whispers, a desperate plea laced with desire. "Just a little more." His eyes are closed now, and beads of sweat form on his brow.

Benjy feels trapped by his father's grip and the sudden intensity of the situation.

His father doesn't notice Benjy's attempt to escape, too lost in the pleasure that he's experiencing. His grip on Benjy's hand tightens even further as he comes, shooting thick ropes of cum across his stomach and chest.

"Ahhhh..." he moans, collapsing against Benjy with a satisfied sigh. After several long moments, his breathing begins to slow down, and he finally releases his hold on the boy. "Thank you,"