Subject: A Father’s Perdition part 22 This story is completely fictional any references to names, places, situations are made up. If you enjoy the stories posted here please support fty/donate.html ———————— Feel free to contact with comments and suggestions. I enjoy hearing what everyone thinks. Email: ota Wickr: lucasdwyer1 If you would like updates on when I plan to post new chapters feel free to follow on twitter. Twitter: lucasstories ———————— All through dinner Evan sat on Dans lap, I could tell Kyle seemed a bit annoyed but didn’t say anything. Mark and Jason never came out of the guest room where Oliver has been sleeping but I haven’t heard anything indicating he was fucking the boy. I take Kyle and Oliver to the other guest room I’ve shared with Eric, having them lay down and then tucking both boys in before kissing them goodnight. Dan has already finished cleaning up with the help of Evan, as far as I can tell the boy hasn’t left his side all day and now he’s leading him down the hall to the master bedroom. I take a seat on the sofa next to Eric, he must sense something is up with me because he wraps his arm around my shoulder and asks “you alright Hen?” I shrug indifferently which gets huff from him. “No shrugs, tell me what’s on your mind” he demands. I lean my head on his shoulder and say “I’m just worried about how rough we’ve been on the boys, especially Oliver.” “Hen” he says almost sternly, “Oliver’s a smart kid, just like his dad. He may not fully understand everything we’re doing or why it feels so good for us but he knows you love him, even when you’re rough with him.” “I know that but I’m just worried to be alone with him, I’m standing by and even encouraging this rough treatment of him and it scares me.” He shakes his head “I see what you’re saying but I know you and I know you’d never do anything, intentional or otherwise to hurt him and I also know you’d butcher anyone who did.” I crack a smile when he says that because it’s absolutely true, if anyone ever hurt my boy, it would be the last thing they ever did. He nudges me and says “I have an idea” so I turn my head to look at him. He smiles at me and says “tomorrow, why don’t you and Oliver have a day all to yourselves.” I softly shake my head and reply “I don’t think that’s a good idea… what if I lose control?” He pulls me close to him “at some point you’ll need to be alone with him Hen; besides if there was any concern I wouldn’t suggest it” he leans in gently kissing me then say “I think it’ll be good to have a father and son day.” I lay my head back on his shoulder thinking maybe it would be good just the two of us. So much has happened since we got here, so much about his life has changed, the way he views me has to have changed. I need to show him I’m still his dad, the same man who has raised him, loves and cares for him and all I want is to expand on our relationship. “Maybe we could go canoeing again” I wonder aloud “he really enjoyed that and it will be a fun way to round out the trip before we head home.” I can feel my spirits lift a bit at the idea of just the two of us out in nature again. He squeezes me harder and says “you two will have a blast…” he laughs softly and says “now we need to find a place where we can sleep.” We talk a bit more about the day, everything that happened and he seems more surprised that I spent a good chunk of the day riding on a private jet that went nowhere in particular than the actual events on the plane. I can tell he has a lot of questions but I also get the sense he may be afraid of the answers. I’ve given him some of the information but if he and Dan ever knew the finer details… Eric would be scared but Dan would be furious with me. Instead he asks about the boys parents and how is Mark able to just hang out here for so long. I tell him that currently they’re on vacation and he’s in charge of babysitting so of course this worked out for him to finally get some quality time. I tell him I’m sure Mark will figure out how to get Jason away to meet his obligations to Darien and of course there’s Dan… he’s going to want to see quite a bit of Evan so that should be interesting how they work that out. We both end up laughing together knowing of all people, Dan will find a way. After an hour chatting I get up and find some pillows and blankets in the hall closet then we both lay down together on the floor and even though it’s not overly comfortable we end up falling asleep rather quickly. The next morning I wake up, the house is quiet still and the morning light is starting to break over the horizon giving the sky a bluish hue out to the East. I make my way down the hall quietly cracking open the door to see both Kyle and Oliver snuggled together sleeping soundly. I’m beginning to think Kyle may have a bit of a crush on my son, he’s definitely enjoying fucking the boy but I can see how much he cares for him too and wonder if it’s more of a brotherly type love or something else; I feel bad that we’ll be leaving in a few days but Kyle will be more than welcome to come visit for as long as he wants. I close the door and turn around, I’m about to walk back down the hall when I hear moaning coming from the master bedroom. I step closer to the door listening to Dan moan and groan “that’s it boy, suck that big daddy dick.” Some muffled gagging then “awwww fuck yeah Evan, your mouth feels so good.” “Oh fuck baby you’re gonna make my cum again… you want me to fill your tummy with more of my special juice?” I hear something but unable to make it out “yeah baby I know your jaw hurts…” he lets out a loud groan then “just a little longer and I’ll feed you another load.” I shake my head and walk back down the hall. I’m guessing he’s had that boy on his cock since they went to bed and the kid is probably exhausted. I lay back down on the floor next to Eric pulling the blanket over me then stretching my arm out over his midsection and resting my head on his arm. He stirs a bit then asks “is everything alright?” “Yeah just wanted to check on the boys… also sounds like Dan’s giving Evan’s mouth a work out.” He laughs softly and says “of course he is,” then wraps an arm around me and we both fall back asleep. We’re awaken this time by that inner feeling you’re being watched. When I open my eyes there stands Kyle and Oliver, both boys looking down at us but Oliver looks perturbed. “I want to watch cartoons daddy” he says matter-of-factly. Giving him back the same attitude he’s giving I respond with a hint of snark “alright, watch cartoons then.” Kyle jumps in with “we didn’t want to wake you both up.” “So you both thought standing over us was the better alternative” I reply snidely. By this time though Oliver is already messing around with the remote, Eric is stretching out his arms while yawning so I get up and decide to check on our guests. I knock on the master bedroom door first, Dan calls out so I open the door to see him and laying against the headboard reading a book while Evan is sprawled out next to him, it’s apparent the boys naked body coated in dried cum but he appears to be sleeping peacefully. I tell him I’m going to start making breakfast, he grins and says “Evan probably isn’t that hungry… I made sure his belly stayed full all night.” I try not to crack a smile when I roll my eyes and respond “why am I not surprised.” I turn pulling the door shut behind me then walk across the hallway to the guest room. I knock on the door, a moment later hearing “come in.” When I open the door Mark and Jason are both laying in their side, the boy with his back to Mark as the teenager holds him close to his body. “Are you alright” I ask softly, hoping not to wake Jason. “I don’t know” he says rather somberly “just a lot on my mind I guess.” I tell him I’m going to make breakfast but if he needs to talk he’s got me, Dan, even Eric who can listen and offer any advice. gaziantep escort He thanks me and says they’ll be out in a bit. I close the door and walk to the kitchen gathering everything I need to prepare for breakfast. While sitting at the table Dan, Mark and the brothers come into the kitchen, dish up some food and sit down to eat. I tell Dan I want to take Oliver out canoeing today. Immediately Oliver’s eyes light up, “really daddy?!” He says he thinks that’s a great idea and when we finish he helps me get the gear loaded onto his truck, Eric takes Oliver to get him cleaned up and when everything is loaded up we head out to the canoe basin. I give Oliver a few small tasks to keep him busy while I unload the canoe and a few bags. Once we’re ready I help him into the boat, push away from the shore and head down stream. Before leaving Dan plugged some coordinates into a GPS unit for a secluded area he’s frequented before, meaning he’s probably brought Kyle or some other boy here to fuck outdoors and there should be almost no chance of getting caught. I continue to paddle the canoe down the river, trees lining the sides give it a constrained secluded feel. It’s a workday and early enough in the morning it’s just me and Oliver. He’s looking around, his face bright with excitement. This is the first time in days it’s just the two of us and as much as he loves his grampa and new daddy, he loves me most and yearns for that one on one time. My heart is racing though, being alone with him is getting more difficult. Having finally fucked my son, trying to repress those needs has become quite difficult, especially now seeing his wide smile, his face beaming with delight, his smooth tanned little arms and legs; all of this get my balls churning and my cock firming. I check the GPS and see the spot Dan suggested is ahead on the right. I steer the boat closer to the shore and find the inlet he was telling me about, turning the boat into it I paddle until the it comes to a stop resting against a well hidden shoreline. I help Oliver out of the boat and place him on solid ground taking a moment to cup his ass with one hand giving it a squeeze. He giggles then steps away from the boat as I stand and climb over the edge onto the shore. I pick up the backpack and canopy bag I brought along, taking his hand we walk down a tightly packed trail and there it is, about fifty feet from the boat, completely shielded by thick brush on all sides is a small, soon to be sun drenched clearing. I open the pack and pull out a blanket, having Oliver help me stretch it out then grab a bottle of water for myself and a juice box for him. We sit on the blanket taking a few sips of our drinks before I lay back looking up at the sky. Oliver, wanting to be like his daddy does the same but he scoots closer to me resting his head on my outstretched arm. We lay quietly for what seems like hours but in fact is only minutes before I finally break the silence. I roll onto my side looking down at my son, still so sweet after all we’ve done to him, he looks into my eyes with pure adoration. I stroke his hair then lean in to softly kiss him on the lips. He wraps his small arms around my neck pulling at me so I kiss him deeper, my tongue sliding into his warm, wet mouth. I slide my hand under his t-shirt caressing the smooth, soft skin of his tummy. His eyes gloss over as his lids half close; his body loosens up as I continue kissing him, caressing his body and hearing his soft gentle purrs from this much needed moment of affection. I spend several minutes kissing, caressing, and cuddling my baby boy; realizing I needed this as much as he has and I want him to know I won’t always be that wild animal he’s seen these past few days. I break our kiss looking down at my son who is in a dreamy state, “Oliver” I say gently which snaps him back to reality, his eyes fluttering as they focus on mine. “I know these past few days have probably been a little hard on you, your daddies and grampa maybe have been a little rough in our playtime and I hope we didn’t hurt you.” He shakes his head but I know he’s trying to keep me happy so I say “be truthful with me son.” His eyes get a little more solemn “it really hurt a lot the other day when daddy Eric and grampa played with me.” His voice is soft, not ashamed but hesitant like he’s worried I may get angry or upset. “I thought so” I say gently while massaging his tummy, “I want you to know when we put our penises in your butt, it feels so good for your daddies and grampa that sometimes may get a little rowdy. We don’t want to hurt you but…” I struggle with how to explain it so he’ll understand but he says “grampa says it’s because I’m little and you’re big, that’s why your penises hurt my butt.” I nod my head in agreement, thinking `leave it to Dan to have already explained.’ “That’s right son, when you get older your penis will get bigger and if you put it in a small boy it will hurt them too but for you it will feel really good.” His eyes widen a bit “like when I put it in Kyle?” I laugh softly “yeah buddy just like when you put it in Kyle, that felt good didn’t it?” He nods his head profusely then asks “will it always hurt daddy?” I shake my head “no son, soon enough your butt will open up more to take our penises.” I lay propped up on my arm looking down at my son, stroking his tummy and now chest with my free hand. I brush against his nipples and feel his body shiver so I do it again. “Oliver” I whisper huskily, he must sense the change in my tone and understand what it means because I watch his face changed from happy to needful. “Yes daddy” he responds softly. My breathing is picking up, I can feel my own body begin to shake, my heart racing from the need to feel my boy from the inside taking over. I slowly remove my hand from under his shirt then lift myself to my knees and straddle his waist. It’s clear looking at his face he knows what I’m going to do, I’m grateful when his expression gives me permission to proceed. Yes, I believe my needs are so important that I don’t need his permission but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it, that I don’t care if he enjoys what we do or not; knowing he wants this too is by far a greater turn on than taking what’s mine. I grasp his shirt and pull it over his chest then head before tossing it aside. My breathing intensifies when I grip the waistband of his shorts and fumble with the button, unclasping it then sliding his zipper down. “Daddy’s going to fuck you now son, I’ll be gentle I promise” I say, my breathing heavy and the lust in my voice palpable. “You can go fast if you need to daddy” he says, now giving me permission to fuck him hard and rough. I’m determined to control myself though, I want this to be just as good for him as it will be for me. I need to see him cry tears of joy, to hear him purr, to feel his body shake as I bring him to orgasm with my cock deep inside his belly. I don’t say anything more though instead lifting myself so I can pull his shorts down, then spend a moment to admire his dinosaur briefs and his tiny little cock hidden beneath it. “You’re so fucking beautiful Oliver” I moan, staring down at his hairless little body, his soft creamy skin and his beautiful blue eyes as they stare back up at me. I pull my shirt off, watching as his eyes rake over my chest. He reaches out touching my muscular pec, running his fingers through the hair on it then down to my rippling abs which I happily flex for him. I lift my arms flexing my biceps which elicit a wide smile. “You like daddy’s muscles don’t you?” He nods his head profusely then says “you look like Superman.” I grin, thinking back to how I said nearly those same words to Dan when I first met him; hell he was in practically the same position doing the same things with me, flexing, and coaxing me to touch him. Like father, like son I guess and I’m just passing one of my favorite moments down to suriyeli escort my own son. “When you’re old enough I’ll help you get muscles just like me, we’ll make you brig and strong… how does that sound?” His eyes and smile widen “I really want that daddy” he exclaims excitedly. I lean down kissing him again, sucking his tongue for a moment. When I break the kiss, I move lower to his neck, kissing and sucking it, listening to him softly moan. I move from his neck to his earlobe, nibbling on it then shove my tongue into his ear causing him to gasp. I move down further to his pink nipples, sucking on the left one, then the right. Oliver throws his head back, his whimpering increasing in pitch, his body shaking and thrashing beneath me, soft gasps escape his lips as my tongue drags in a circular motion over his small areola. After a few moments, driving him completely wild, I stop taking a breather as he too catches his breath; his eyes are now glazed over, completely lost in a euphoric state, I place my hand on his chest feeling his heart beating fast I lean in once more and softly kiss him until his his breathing returns to normal. I pull myself back up onto my knees tugging at the zipper of my shorts, then unbutton them; with no underwear I pull them open freeing my now hard cock. I move forward straddling his chest, feeling it expand and contract beneath me as his breathing increases from the excitement. “Suck daddy’s cock baby, lick the cum off the tip” I groan, closing my eyes as he raises his head and his small tongue begins to lap at my piss slit. “Fuck Oliver” I groan as his tongue now slides around my cock head “oh fuck that feels so good baby.” I place my hand on his head then look down at him “take it in your mouth, suck daddy deeper.” He opens his mouth wider then wraps his soft red lips around the head of my cock, suckling on it like he did his pacifier when he was a baby, before sucking me deeper. I feel overwhelmed by these sensations, looking down at him, watching my cock sliding into his small, warm mouth. “Oh Ollie” I sigh, “oh sweetie your mouth feels amazing.” I begin to pump my hips forward, slowly but steadily fucking his mouth, feeling his soft moans vibrate up my shaft as his tongue explores more of my cock. I spend the next few minutes straddling him, thrusting my hips, sliding my cock between his soft lips, feeling his small hands gripping my ass like he’s encouraging me to fuck his mouth. I close my eyes again, focusing on the sensations coursing through my body. His soft moans stir something inside me and I begin to pick up my speed fucking his mouth. My grunts increase as I pump my hips faster, “unghhhh” I groan as cum begins to flow more freely from my piss slit onto his tongue, when he swallows, his tongue swipes along the underside of my cock head nearly causing me to flood his mouth. I pull my cock out of his mouth quickly, surprising him, “did I do something wrong daddy?” I smile down at him and reassuringly say “no sweetie, you did great, daddy just got a bit excited and needs a quick break.” He smiles at me pleased he did a good job, so I lay down next to him again, stroking his chest I reach lower to his little nail that is steel hard and pressing against his groin. I begin to gently stroke him, hearing him purr as my fingers slide up and down his inch and a half shaft. I lean in kissing him deep, sliding my tongue past his lips, tasting the saltiness of my precum on his tongue, I stroke him faster. He thrusts his little hips, learning from his daddies what to do and how to get himself off, I couldn’t be more proud of him. “Tell me when you feel the tingles sweetie” I tell him, my desire is to bring him to the edge but stop then fuck him to completion. He nods his head then moans “oh daddy” his hips thrusting faster as he fucks my fingers. It’s only a matter of moments before he’s panting “d-daddy… unghhh.. t-t-tingles” so I quickly stop. He lets out a loud whine, his head shooting up looking at my hand then to me, his face demanding I finish. I move back onto my knees, spreading his legs apart then gripping his ankles and pushing them back towards his chest. With his shorts still around his legs I push them behind his head now locking his legs back so I am free to use his little ass as I please. I see a tears welling up in his eyes so I ask “what’s wrong sweetie?” “I’m really happy daddy” he whispers. “Daddy’s really happy too sweetie” I respond then leaning forward I softly kiss him on the lips. When I lift myself back up I look down at my cock, dripping precum onto his little ass, his small hole, red and swollen from our past use, pulsing with anticipation. I grip my shaft pointing my cock head towards his hole and press forward, my cock slipping inside him. He winces and softly gasps at the intrusion then moans “daddy” as I push my cock deeper inside his warm tight sleeve. I lean forward supporting myself on my elbows over him, allowing some of my weight to press into him. I let my cock slowly sink deeper into him, feeling his hole squeezing my shaft, pushing it, pulling it and sucking me deeper; I realize then his body needs this as much as I do. Once my full length is buried in his guts, I lean my head forward kissing him then ask “does this feel okay sweetie?” “It doesn’t hurt daddy” he pants “thank you.” I begin to draw my cock back out slow and steady until just the tip remains before sliding it back inside until my ball sack slaps against his ass. “Fuck baby you’re so tight” I grunt. I continue this method, slowly and gently drawing back out before sliding the full length inside him. “Daddy loves you so much sweetie” I moan as I pick up the pace, still fucking his hole gently but with more urgency. I feel him squirming beneath me, struggling under my weight but I lower myself more so he feels how strong and powerful his daddy truly is. I fuck him like this for several minutes, my cock sliding in and out of his warm hole, feeling my orgasm approaching but doing whatever it takes to keep it at bay. When I can’t contain it anymore though I lift myself back up and grip his small nail with my thumb and forefinger stroking him. He moans softly as I slowly draw my cock out, slide it in while stroking him faster. I fuck him gently for another five minutes before he whines “daddy… tingles… oh, uhh, oh daddyyyy” then his body begins to shudder, his ring clamps down on my cock as his walls grip my shaft and squeeze my cock tight. “Fuck Ollie, oh fuck daddy’s gonna cum with you” I cry out as the first rope fires out of my shaft into his warm sleeve. I fuck him faster, pumping out more cum, filling my little boy’s belly with his daddy’s seed. His body begins to violently shake, his back arching upwards, his boygasm at a fever pitch I continue stroking him “that’s it baby cum for daddy.” I continue pumping my cock into his small body, unloading warm seed inside him “ungh DADDY” he screams before his little body crashes back to the ground. As the last of my cum spills from my cock into his guts I collapse forward on top of him, catching myself though I land on my elbows and support my weight over him. He lets out a loud huff of air from my impact but I just lean in kissing him again, slowly humping him with my still hard cock, feeling my cum splashing around it as he whimpers softly into my mouth. After a few minutes I begin drawing my cock out until i hear a soft pop, I look down to see cum spilling out, so I quickly move and drop my head down lapping at his hole, drinking my seed before I begin to suck at his tender ring drinking my own cum directly from my boy’s rectum while he whimpers, whines and thrashes about at these undeniably breathtaking sensations. After a few minutes I release him, unhook his legs from behind his head and gently lay them on the ground then lay down on the blanket next to him. I prop myself onto one side, facing him, running rus escort my finger over his smooth chest, tracing his nipples which causes him to shudder. His chest is slowly heaving still, but his breathing is becoming less erratic now as he comes down. I run my finger down the middle of his flat tummy, tracing around his belly button eliciting a giggle from him. “Stop daddy… it tickles” he whines while squirming. It occurs to me the sun is getting higher in the sky and I never applied any lotion to either of us so I reach in the the pack I brought grabbing his unfinished juice box and hand it to him then retrieve a bottle of sun block. I have him stand up then squeeze a plentiful amount in my hand spending the next few minutes getting his whole body covered. When I’m finished I apply some to myself, then ask him to help me with my back. When I’m satisfied we both have a decent amount of sunblock I grab another larger bag that contains a canopy; Oliver is still laying on the blanket in the sun so I ask him to help me put a canopy together. It takes about twenty minutes before it’s all set up and now covering the blanket. Under the shade it’s suddenly much cooler with a gentle breeze blowing. I’m now able to lay down and just cuddle with him, enjoying the peaceful setting and having a special moment with my boy. Laying there holding my son, feeling the cool breeze washing over my naked body, in the back of my mind there’s a concern someone may stumble across us but I look around once more and feel safe enough that the brush surrounding us is so thick it would be nearly impossible to get through without hearing first. The path from the canoe is also narrow with a lot of twigs and branches to crack alerting us to someone coming. I relax again pulling Oliver as close to me as I can, needing to feel his warm flesh against mine. He rolls onto his side resting his head in the crook where my arm meets my shoulder and laying one of his small arms across my chest. He mindlessly plays with the hairs on my chest then runs his fingers down to my abs, after a few minutes of this I feel his hand moving lower until he’s gripping my soft cock. I lift my head looking down my body to see him fondling me then turn my head towards him and ask “do you want something sweetie?” He giggles and says “I like playing with it daddy.” I lay my head back enjoying the feel of his hand on my cock, I let out a soft moan every once in a while but after a bit, feel it start to firm up again. Without looking at him I say “Oliver, look what you’re doing to your daddy.” He giggles again while no longer caressing but stroking my cock. “That feels so good son” I moan. I hear a familiar click and realize he’s opened the bottle of lube and then feel as he spreads some over my now stiff cock. He strokes me for a few minutes then stops, as he did earlier I let out a whine but when I look up I see him standing looking down at my cock, trying to figure something out. “What’s up buddy” I ask, curious to what he’s thinking. He looks at me but says nothing; he’s still working something out, then it clicks in his head and he steps one leg over my waist and sits down on top of me. “What are you doing Ollie” I ask more amused now. He smiles at me and says “I feel empty daddy, I want to feel full.” I raise an eyebrow, “do you mean you want to sit on my cock sweetie?” He nods his head excitedly surprising me with how forward he’s being so I smile at him and say “let daddy help you” then tell him to lift his butt. When he does I grip my cock aiming it where it belongs then instruct him to sit back on it. When he does I move it quickly then laugh and say “oops, almost had it.” He tries again, but I pull it away quickly “so close Olllie,” he gives me a frustrated look then tries a third time; I move it again but he’s caught on and says with a huff “daddy stop!” “Fiiiiine” I tease, this time when he sits back my cock head begins to press against his hole. He pushes out allowing it to pop inside, his eyes flutter momentarily as he adjusts to being filled again. “Take your time sweetie” I moan as I prop my head up to watch him. His breathing has picked up so I take one hand placing it on his chest and begin to gently rub him. He lets out a whine as he sits back further, sliding down my cock, I grunt with each of his whines feeling his sleeve gripping me so fucking tight. He continues lowering himself on my cock until his ass cheeks are pressed against my groin, my full length deep inside him. He’s sitting still, his eyes closed as his body adjusts to being full again. “How ya doing buddy” I ask him, a soft smile spreads across his face and he says “I feel full daddy.” “Mmmmm I love to hear that sweetie, now why don’t you start raising yourself up, then lower yourself back down… I’ll let you have control okay?” He opens his eyes and smiles at me then leans forward bracing himself on my chest he begins to raise himself up about halfway before lowering himself back down. “Ohhh.. ohhh” he moans softly, his body rising up then dropping down, “da-daddy… ohhh feels… so… good.” He begins to speed up, raising himself then dropping down onto my cock at a more rapid pace. I’m mesmerized laying there watching him as he fucks himself harder on my cock, his face grimacing with each down motion, his small arms tense as he supports himself on my chest. “Ohhh that’s it baby, you feel so good” I moan, “you like it when daddy rams his cock hard into you don’t you?” He lets out a squeal as he drives himself down hard panting “y-yes daddy.” I grip his waist holding him up, just the tip of my cock inside him. He looks at me curiously wondering why I stopped. I smile at him and just as his precious smile spreads over his face I slam my cock up into his guts. He lets out a high pitched squeal just as my ass slams back down to the ground below me then I thrust up inside him again, eliciting another squeal. “Is that how you like it baby?” Tears begin to form but he nods his head and says “y-yes d-daddy.” I pull back then thrust violently upward, my cock tearing through his guts , he cries out louder this time. “You want daddy to wreck you, don’t you?” With tears flowing down his cheeks, he wipes his eyes then trying to put on his brave face, he nods his head. “Okay baby, fuck yourself on daddy’s cock.” I let him take control again, he begins to ride my cock slow at first building up speed before he’s slamming himself back down, taking my whole cock deep into his little boyhole. I’m propped up on my elbows watching my son, it’s beautiful, “ride daddy hard baby, just how I like it” I say encouragingly. His high pitched cries and yelps begin to concern me that someone may hear them and investigate but before I can quiet him I feel my orgasm approaching. “Oh fuck baby, daddies gonna fill you up” I groan, “get deeper baby” I demand as he lowers himself again. I push up into him grinding my hips into his ass, needing to get as deep as I can but feeling like I’m not getting there. I grip his small waist holding him down on my cock then roll him over until I’m laying on top of him, raising myself I grip his legs pushing them back then begin to slam my cock into him as deep as I can. “Take my fucking load” I growl as I drive my pulsing cock deep inside him, his head arching back as he screams. I pull back then ram deep inside him again, spraying his guts with another load, he cries out but not nearly as loud this time. I continue to hump him, gently now as the remaining cum leaks from my cock into his bowels. When I’m finished I pull out then roll onto my back next to him. I reach out for him telling him to lay on my chest. When he does, I kiss him gently on the lips and tell him how much I love him. I stroke his hair, feeling it’s soft strands between my fingers then take a moment to wipe his remaining tears. A moment later he lays his head on my chest, nuzzling his head into my fur I can feel as he relaxes more then a few minutes later he’s asleep. I hold him like this for the next half hour, listening to his soft breaths, the air rustling through the trees, the rush of the water nearby and the birds chirping; this was the perfect day, just me and my sweet Ollie.