Preface: All characters in this work of fiction are of the age of consent. I.e they are not below the age of 18, they are consenting adults. The specific age of these characters has not been decided yet but again they are of age.
My dad was always there for me after mom left. He helped me all throughout highschool and all throughout the rest of middle school. Mom left when I was 13 and in the 7th grade. She was still in my life after but dad was the one who had full custody. It was something my mom didn't even fight for and even when I was a massive asshole my dad was still there for me. Always there to wrap me in a tight hug, holding me against his big burly chest with his strong arms.
He was a big and tall bearded man. Light brown hair and blue eyes, greys and whites were trickling into the hair on both his face and head. It was a full beard too, he kept it at a mid sort of length not far out but also not too close to his face. His hair on the other hand ever rarely came past his ears. There were times when he would let it grow out a little adding to his lumberjack look even more. Most of the time however he would keep his hair rather short, from crew cut, to wash and wear for him. When he wasn't wearing a hat he would usually have a middle part, except for those few months back in freshman year when he had had spiky short hair. I had to admit it looked good on the man but I prefer his regular look more. He is quite the handsome fella if I do say so myself.
I remember when I came out my dad was there to still give me a big bear hug. He was always willing to hold me when I needed it which was almost never and despite his affection he was willing to show and even his emotions once in a while he was still pretty stoic. If I had to pick a picture of masculinity it would probably be my father. Who is also well over six feet. Coming in at six foot four.
He has a belly, not a massive one but a big enough one to qualify himself as a bear. It wasn't just a dad bod but a belly though that complimented his sturdy build. He is full of muscle too, his biceps were somewhat massive from most of the heavy lifting he would do but he also works out to maintain them, especially in times when he isn't doing a lot of heavy lifting. They always would bulge out of his long sleeve shirts, especially his flannels, he even had to move a size up. His short sleeve shirts were always stretched to their limits too. And his shirts weren't only stressed by his biceps but by his big boobs he had, or rather his pecs, and much like his arms and the rest of his body his pecs were covered in thick hair. Hair that always pokes out of his shirt.
I grabbed the lube from my nightstand on the second drawer and opened my phone up. I quickly started looking through what I could use. Reddit, Pornhub, Scruff, Sniffies, Grindr and really any other pornsite I knew of. I slid through conversations and pics on the gay apps. I even went through illicit conversations on instagram and tiktok, pulling up save folders full of all types of men. I rubbed between my crotch and started slipping a hand under my pants and underwear waistband.
Despite how far out from the town we were we got great internet. Of course while hookups weren't that hard to find I didn't feel like dragging my ass out at this time of night for one and nor did my boyfriend. He was in town getting his ass to sleep off after a long day of work.
Finally I decided to pull my pants down, scrolling through my apps, trying to find something to focus on. I also decided to take down my shirt too exposing my cub body. Covered in lighter hair compared to my dads, I was a little chubbier but I was working on getting more muscle and fortunately I am not a lot bigger than my dad. I also seemed to have gotten his genes for being able to gain weight quickly, especially muscle. It was something I had always partly cursed my father for, despite the fact that I had always thought it looked amazing on other men, I hated how it looked on me. I mean seriously my boyfriend basically had the same body type as my father.
I started rubbing my nipples just a little and then put some of the lube onto my hand, squirting it out just a little. I started tugging at my dick, trying to get it to grow as I looked through the images. I could feel the blood starting to flow to it, causing it to grow, the nerves started to become more receptive. I moaned lightly. In next to no time my cock is hard, ready to take the beating I have in store for it.
I am watching a video and jerking off when the door opens without warning. Shit, I think to myself. Dad wasn't supposed to be home till a decent amount later tonight, I was doing some of my blankets so I took them off the bed. While I was watching tv, I was scrolling through instagram and saw shirtless Chris Pratt and one thing led to another. I needed to jerk off so bad.
I was scrambling to find a blanket as fast as I could but they were all on the opposite side of my bed. Trying to roll over to the other side of a king sized bed with a hard on and trying not to damage it isn't easy. It was too late when I heard him.
His laugh was warm, and sort of loud. He clapped his hands a little. He was grinning and staring at my junk. "Well then son, sorry I didn't mean to laugh." I was in shock. His eyes were still looking at my junk. He walked over to me, I didn't know what to do. I laid down onto the pillows and didn't move. It felt like he was assessing me. "You know I didn't exactly expect my boy to have such a small cock." He said grabbing my manhood, playing with my balls just a little and flopping my hard dick around. "It is pretty cute though. I mean damn look at that thing, it's seriously fucking adorable. I guess I have to be proud of that. I mean how couldn't a father be. His son's cock is a lot smaller than his own and while it's no monster it sure is cute."
"D...d...dad." I was able to finally stammer.
"It's okay son, it's okay. It's a beautiful little cock. It's nothing I haven't seen, I've even walked in on your little brother before." My dad explained, he gave me a bear smile and talked softly with his rough voice. "Though I seemed to have passed down my genes to him"
I was looking down at my dick. I knew it was small, it was something my boyfriend even knew but still enjoyed it. He never really said anything. It came in at about 3 inches or so I thought. Sometimes when really getting into it it would get plumper but usually it was 3 inches. It never stopped me from messing around with guys, sure I usually bottomed but there were plenty of men who refused to top too and enjoyed what I had.
I had already found out I was into small penis humiliation or just flat out having a small dick after my encounter with a man one time. It was so strange, to make a long story short after pulling my pants down he was really excited. He ogled my cock and called it small, in a complimentary sort of way. He kept telling me how small it was and how loved it. I was supposed to be taking his load in my hole but ended up having me breed him, calling me a good boy once I left the load into him. He held me after, and made sure I understood it was okay to have a smaller package and he made sure we'd meet again.
That led me down that road. Soon after I met my boyfriend who I didn't get into that stuff with but he knew I was into it. He never made a move to do it which I am fine with. When I'd talk to other guys I'd try to get them to call my dick small. Soon I would turn to reddit to get what I crave, be it humiliation or more gentle reminders of my small cock. And I found all sorts of men not only into the humiliation but ones who really had a preference for them smaller.
Which is all to say why I'm hard but not why I'm frozen here. As my dad continues to play with my junk in his hands. My balls weren't small by any means and look a little more portioned when I'm hard but they are still on the bigger side. He was one of the last people I was expecting to be holding my junk, let alone call it cute and tugging it.
Sure I had always found my dad to be an attractive man but I was always pushing that to the back of my mind because he's my father. I came from his seed, his cock pumped me out into my mother and made me. I was nothing but my dad's sperm. That thought was exciting to me too. I tried pushing this to the back of my mind but I couldn't like all those other times. The times my dad walked around in his underwear. Boxers or boxer briefs. Seeing his packages or his hairy body. That bear belly that I wanted to grab or his hairy pecs. When he's raised his arms up his pits showing off to me. My mouth would fill with saliva. I even caught some glimpses of his cock, it was big, thick and hairy. It wasn't a monster per sey, as in it wasn't going to be an E.R trip for most but it was big. About 8 inches long, and on the thick side. It wasn't ridiculously thick like Rocco Steels but it was close to it too.
"What a good boy, let your daddy check your junk out. You know son I was curious, ever since you became a man what was going on down there. I saw your hair poking out from your shirts at times. Your arms grow and how strong you've become." My dad said as he started to reach over rubbing my chest, he led his hand to my nipples and started gently tweaking it. "I of course wasn't sure what to expect but I really wasn't expecting this." I was speechless, I didn't know what to do. My nipples were wired to my dick I was helpless to what this man was doing to me because I was enjoying it all. "But don't worry about it at all. It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's tiny sure but it's cute and it's still a cock. My son's beautiful tiny dick he should be proud of. You know more men love these than they let on. Women too but I know you don't fancy them."
A bead of precum dribbled out and wiped it off with his thumb, bringing it to his mouth and licking it. "Mmm what a good boy" Those words made me cock jump. I was impervious to that statement. I couldn't help it anytime it was said to me I always got a shock through my dick. My boyfriend, much like my nipples, loves using that truck on me. I can't believe he just kicked some of my pre cum and smiled after. "You like that don't you son, don't you like being a good boy for daddy? Letting your own father get a taste of his son's stud juice."
"But... but dad." I stammered again, trying to regain control of my mouth. "Should we...can we even be doing this?" I asked him.
He made me moan as he settled his fingers and played with my nipples and when he spit on my dick and continued milking me. I could smell him through his shirt, he didn't wear deodorant which was another issue I had with him. He showers regularly but he didn't wear deodorant too often and it was a weakness I had. Yet another weapon in my bfs arsenal. Or what my friends with benefits loved using on me too if we were just hanging out. My mouth watered at the smell.
"Now son, the world might not be ready right now exactly. But you're my boy and I don't think there's anything wrong with some Father and Son bonding time. Now you're a big boy." He paused, smiling. "In most regards." The teasing made my dick jump. "A dad should know what his boy's plumbing is like. Especially if it's as adorable as yours. Now I know from those moans and that stupid look on your face you're enjoying this."
"Do you really like it Sir?" I went on by habit. "Sorry, un I mean dad."
"Sir is fine too, dad always works. And I think maybe Daddy should be brought back to the table kiddo. You know your old man does appreciate hearing it. And of course son I'm proud of this dick, a small cock like this, again is nothing to be ashamed of. It's so cute. I mean look at it in my big hands. I basically cover the whole thing, you do too. Fuck son I don't like, no, I love it."
