Serial - Suddenly Daddy Part 29

You slowly surface from your slumber still infused with warm joyful feelings.  You feel light kisses to your lips and chin and a soft hand stroking your back.  You hear a very hushed whisper begin to filter through to your dawning consciousness.

“Dad?  You awake?  Dad?”

You lick your dry lips and mumble, still half asleep.  “What...uhmnn...what is it?”

Another kiss.  “I'm horny, I can't sleep.  Wanna fool around a little?”

You grumble.  “You woke me up for that?  I have to work in the morning.  Jeremy...just go jerk off or something.”

You hear him giggle happily, keeping it low so as not to wake his mother.  “I would but, um...I can't.”  He wriggles and snuggles up.  He nuzzles into you and gives you another sweet kiss to your hairy chest.  “Mmmmmm.”

As you fully wake you realize you had the boy in a full body hug.  Both your arms wrapped around him, holding him close like a child might a treasured teddy bear, and one of your legs was draped over his.  Your naked bodies were pressed firmly together.  You could indeed feel that he was as horny as he said.   He was right, he was going nowhere as long as you had him like this.

Opening your eyes you see it is still dark.  It was still in the wee hours of the morning.  You hear Claire's soft steady breathing behind you.  You open your embrace and pull your leg off Jeremy.  “Ahem...uhm, sorry bout that.”

He strokes your chest and belly.  “Don't be, that was amazing.  I love having your arms around me Dad.  I didn't want to wake you but...I am so hard.  Sooooo...wanna fool around?”  You marvel once more at his soft touch and even softer voice.  Despite him being the only male member of the family it was his natural femininity that attracted you to him so much, at least on a physical level.

You cup your big hand behind his head and give him a kiss on the forehead.  “Not right now my boy.”  You turn to lie on your back, you rub your bearded face in your hand and smack your lips as you ready to go back to sleep.

“Um...mind if I...take care of business here?”  He asks.

“Yeah, sure.  Go ahead, just don't make a mess.  Now let me sleep Jeremy.”  Even as you said it you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep with your beautiful boy jacking off right beside you.

“Um...okay...um...could you...um...”

“What is it?”  You mumble.

“Could you just...hold me?”  He hurries to add.  “You don't have to touch anything down there.  Just...hold me like you were.  I liked that.  A lot.”

You let out a breath.  “Fine.  You guys are so weird, you know that right?  You all know how odd this family is, right?”

He giggles.  “I know, we know.  Um...want me to put on my nightie and panties?”

You are quiet a long moment.  “Yes.”  You finally answer.  He looked amazing in them, you couldn't see him but it was arousing thinking about him in that outfit.

“Yes sir.”  He says excitedly.  

He slips out of bed to put on his cute camisole and panties.  You could just barely make out his lean shapely form in the darkness...it was simply lovely.  As he slides back into bed, lying on his back and on top of the covers, you turn over again and put an arm over him.  The blankets cover you from your mid stomach down.  You feel as he settles into you, his bare left shoulder snugged tight up against you.  It is not long before you feel a rhythmic movement of his right arm as he pleasured himself.  You close your eyes and just hold him firm as he wanted.  You kiss his feathery soft hair.

“Dad.”

“Mmm?”

“I think you're very handsome.”

“He he....if you say so.”  Not something you heard too often in your life but...beauty is in the eye of the beholder they say.

“You tasted good Dad.  Really good.  If you ever want me to....”

“I know, I know.”  You stroke his hair and cheek, running your hand down to his slender shoulder.  His left hand comes up to rest on your upper arm as his right continues to stroke.

“And you felt so good inside me.  Oh my god that was so amazing at your place.”  You could feel his jerking hand pick up the pace.  “I loved that.  God you felt good.”

“You felt pretty good yourself my boy.”  You hug him tight as you chuckle, you were well awake at this point.  “You looked so cute in those pig tails.”

He giggles again.  “Thank you.”  You could feel his breathing picking up, his soft skin was warmer than it was earlier.  “I...I really liked it...um...when you...”

“When I held you down?”

“Yes!”  He gasps a little too loudly.  Claire stirs but soon settles once more.  Jeremy whispers, his body starting to writhe in time with his strokes.  “Mmmm.  Yes, I like that.  And how you told me to cum for you.  And...how you called me sweetie and how you asked if you were hurting me.  You make me feel really special Ted.”

“Jeremy, you are special my boy.  Don't mind those things Roger and Poppy say to you, okay?  Don't let them get to you.  You're better than them.”

“Do you think I'm small?  Poppy is always calling me small.”  You knew what he meant, she wasn't talking about his height or weight.

“Of course not.  She's just trying to get to you.  It's a cheap shot.  You're the same size as me, you don't think I'm small do you?”

“No!  No, yours is perfect Dad.”  He protests.

“There ya go, then so is yours.”  You kiss his cheek.  “Don't let her get to you.  You must realize how beautiful you are.  You must get a lot of attention among...um...people similar to you.”

He laughs quietly.  “Do I ever!  I can get sex whenever I want.  But...they don't look at me like you do.  Even that first night.  No, most of them are looking for a...fuckboy.”  You knew that was a loaded term for him.  “Besides, I'm not really into the lifestyle.  I don't really like to drink or party, ya know?  And...I'm kind of picky.”  His left hand caresses your arm and up your shoulder.  The back of his fingers rub back and forth across your beard.

Pressing your hand across his narrow heaving chest you find a nipple through the light cloth of his camisole.  You begin to tweak and rub it under your thumb.  “You like men like me?”

“I like men exactly like you.”  He hums with rising desire.  “Mmmmm...”

“Sure...um, say, I think that's enough talk for now.  You'll never cum at this rate and I'll never get to sleep again.”

He sighs happily, you had the feeling he could stay talking like this for hours if you let him.  It was time to lend a hand.  His soft arching little body had been getting to you.  You still didn't want to bust one out yourself, but you were getting ideas on how you might help him.  You gather your courage, in this judgment free bed it wasn't hard to do.

You whisper.  “Put your hands above your head.”

“Huh?”  Jeremy wonders.  “But I was just getting...  Um...okay Dad.  Yes sir.”

He stops stroking and places his hands together on the pillow.  Sitting up you reach out with your right hand and grasp both of his wrists, holding them together then forcefully down.  You pin his wrists down and he lets out a high pitched gasp.  “Oh!  Ohhhh!”

Reaching down with your left hand you can feel he had pulled the hem of his nightie up to jerk off.  You pull it back down again to its full length.  Through the sheer cloth you grasp his hard cock in your thick hand.  He gasps, struggling to keep his voice to a whisper.  “Oh god!  Yes, yes, yes!”

“If I do this are you going to cum for me?  Are you going to cum for me like a good boy?”

“Uh huh!  Yes sir!  Yes sir!  I'll be your good boy sir.”  You feel him struggle just slightly against your grip, testing to see if you truly had him held.  Your grip stays firm, you press down harder.  “Ohhhhhh.”  He moans.

You start to stroke him through soft fabric.  It felt simultaneously strange yet familiar.  You'd jerked off plenty of times but never with a cock that wasn't yours.  You lighten your grip so that your hand could run smoothly up and down the camisole covered shaft.  You aren't fancy, just a basic persistent up and down with just a little extra pressure at the end.  It was simple but you knew it got the job done.  You quicken the pace.  You could feel him strain against the cloth.  A dab of wetness forms at the end, his precum soaking through.  By his soft girlish moans and intensifying movements you knew he wasn't far off.  He had his head turned to face you, you could feel his hot breath against your chest

“Can...can...can I cum Daddy...please?”

You decide to hold him off just a bit, just to see what happened.  “No sweetie, not yet.”

“Ohhhhhh...”  He whimpers.  His legs move and kick as he struggles to contain himself.

“Jeremy, are you going to cum for anyone else anymore?”  Fuck...why did you ask that?

“No sir...no sir...only you now.  Hoahhhhh.  I'll only cum for you Dad.”  He was writhing and little squealing sounds escaped his mouth.  His hips were thrusting with your strokes involuntarily.

“Are you my boy?”

“Yes sir.  Ohhh...ohhh...unghh... Yes sir...I'm yours...I'm your boy.”

His breath is rapid and shallow, you can feel him squirm against you.  His arms pull against you.  There is a rising desperation in his mewling little sounds.  He manages to hold out despite your rapidly stroking hand.  God damn.  You really had to hand it to him, you weren't sure you'd be able to hold back in the same situation.  If he did erupt you'd instantly give him the go ahead so he didn't feel bad, but he was somehow holding it back!  He wanted to do you proud, he wanted to obey you.  He whines.  “Pleeease Daddyyy...let your boy cum.  Pleassseee!”

“Okay my boy.  Cum for me, cum for me like my good boy.”  His whole body bucks and shakes, you feel his cock throb and pulse as he blasts his nut up in between his stomach and his nightie.  Continuing to hold him and stroke him you lean down and pin him to the bed chest to chest.  The pair of you share a long deep kiss as he moans through the rest of his climax.  “OHHMMMM!”

A realization dawns as you kiss your blissful little femboy.  Jesus Christ.  He had you.  He had you as surely as Claire had you...maybe even more so.  You knew it and you were pretty sure he knew it too.  Every bit of you wanted to hold and treasure and nurture and protect this girlish young man. This couldn't be healthy. Unlike Claire you just couldn't separate sex and love with such surgical precision.  It was all messy and mixed together for you.  You wanted to be a father to this boy, but you wanted to be much more than that as well.

When he comes down from his high you let go his wrists and spent dick.  The pair of you embrace.  After another passionate kiss you hold his head to your chest and stroke his oh so soft blonde locks.  “I don't know how this is going to work Jeremy.  I don't know how this works from here on out.”

He runs his hands up and down your back as he nuzzles into you.  “We'll make it work.  I'll make it work.  Let your boy look after you.”

You could feel the wet mess soaking through Jeremy's clothing.  “You might want to go change.”

He giggles yet again, you could hear the happiness in his voice.  “Yes sir.  I'll throw your clothes in the dryer while I'm at it.”

You caress his soft shoulder.  “You're too good to me.”

“Nah, it's actually quite selfish.  I like it.  I like having someone to look after.”  He kisses you once more and slips out of bed.  “I love you Ted.”

You let out a long breath.  “Yeah...I love you too Jeremy.”

You lie back down and watch his dark silhouette leave the room.  Claire mumbles something in her sleep and rolls over to spoon up beside you.  You roll toward her and put your arm around her soft curvaceous body.  Life just got a whole lot more interesting.