My son, the perfect Bottom

Chapter One

Matthew

I married young. Ally and I were highschool sweethearts, she was my first love and I hers. It wasn't uncommon for our tiny village to marry young, so the decision to ask her to become my wife wasn't a hard one. Ally was a very intelligent, hard working student and started to go to college right after we finished school. Not knowing what to do with myself, I joined the Army.

We had three sons, Allan the oldest, Mike who was only one year younger and then three years later Louis came as a surprise.

I quit the army to spend more time with the kids and Ally used that as a chance to pursue her career more. She would often go on business trips and would leave me alone with the boys, which I didn't mind at all, cause I loved my children a lot.

When Allan and Mike started to hit puberty, it was obvious they came after me. Both of them suddenly started to grow and it didn't took them long till they had outgrown me by a few inches.

Allan got into football and Mike started to hit the Gym regularly with his buddys.

It was also the time, I was finally able to look for a job, because I didn't have to take care of my boys all the time. I ended up working as a car mechanic, which brought in a decent amount of money and I made a few friends at work, which was great for my social life cause all my old friends still worked in the Army.

I was very proud of my sons and tried to support them as best as I could. We always had a close relationship and it made me very happy when Allan and Mike came to me with quetions about sex, dating, relationships and all that stuff. I tried my best to be there for them and to let them know that they could always talk to me about stuff like this.

Louis, being the youngest, didn't have questions about girls yet, and he also wasn't very much interested in sports, but we still had a pretty close relationship too.

Because even though he didn't come after me when puberty hit him and he barely had outgrown his mother or didn't bulked up like his brothers did, we still had similarities we could share and I was very happy about that.

Louis turned out to be a freaking genius and he only brought home straight A’s. And, to my great delight, he also happened to be very interested in mechanics, so he spent a lot of time at the workshop, talking to me while I was working on a car. My colleagues also got along greatly with him - because who wouldn't - and I loved driving him to our favorite diner after work.

I had a special relationship with all three of my sons, and there wasn't one of them I loved more than the others.

It was a Saturday when that changed.

Allan and Mike were out and Ally was on a business trip, but before she left she had told me to repaint the white fence in front of our house. I wasn't particularly happy about my task, but Louis had offered to help and I hoped to get it done in one day.

We were almost finished, the sun had started to sink and painted everything in a warm orange. Louis’ tub with color had gone empty so he came over to use the one I had with me.

His blonde hair sparkled golden in the sunlight. He had the same hair color as his mom, but he got the curls from me. He smiled with those pink plump lips, while looking at me with his big brown eyes. His cute button nose wrinkled a little bit as he did so and the freckles that were sprinkled all over his cheeks were covered by a white spot of paint under his right eye.

My son was breathtakingly beautiful and it hit me hard when I realized that for the first time.

I mean I wasn't blind, I could see that my sons all turned out to be quite attractive, but I never felt attracted to one of them. But right then, for the first moment in my whole damn life, I was and it scared the shit out of me.

The worst part was that it didn't stop there and that I started to recognize more and more things about him.

The way he would swing his hips while he walked, or how perfect his tight jeans complemented his round, disturbingly perfect ass. Sometimes, when it was a little cold in the house, his Nipples would get hard and visible through the thin fabric of his T-Shirt and I caught myself several times opening the windows and lowering the temperature in the house.

I knew it was problematic and the last thing I wanted to do was to put actions to my feelings. I desperately wanted for them to go away and even started looking for Therapy, but then I realized that going to a therapist meant talking about it and I couldn't do that. It was a secret I would take into the grave with me.

It was tough for us all when Allen moved out to go to college that same summer. Ally had a hard time letting her son go and I was glad we could share this feeling. Mike missed his big brother a lot and it hurt to see how quiet he has gotten. Louis did his best to keep the family happy. He pestered Mike till he would go to the Gym with him, helped with the chores and joined me in the evenings in front of the TV. Louis was an Angel, which didn't make it easier at all to let go of my feelings for him. Sometimes he would cuddle with me and I ended up with a raging hard on, which I refused to take care of.

I swore to myself to never put actions behind my feelings. Feelings were not something you could easily control, but it was different with actions so I stuck to my rule, no matter how hard it would be (pun intended).

I was able to put up with that for the next half year, but it all got so much worse, when I happened to overhear a conversation between my son and his best friend Mona.

I just wanted to take his dirty laundry to the basement so I could wash a load, but when I reached his door, I froze the moment I heard her say: “Dude your Dad is insanely hot.”

I didn't know what they were talking about before, but I didn't care because I was Louis Dad - they were talking about me.

“It would be nice if you could stop saying this”, answered my son, his voice showing that he was a little annoyed at her.

“Oh, are you jealous?”, she countered.

It was silent for a few seconds and I realized that I stopped breathing.

“No, I just think it's inappropriate for you to talk about my Dad like this.”

She snorted.

“And what would you call the ten thousand times you called your own Dad a DILF?”, she said, causing my heart to pump faster in my chest.

“That was just as inappropriate”, he answered, “And now stop talking about my Dad.”

At this point I had forgotten about the laundry. I ended up calling Harry, a friend from work and met him in a bar. We talked for a long time, updating each other about our lives and I was happy about the distraction.

It was a few weeks later when Louis joined me in the kitchen while I was cooking Dinner.

“Uhm Dad, do you have a minute?”, he ask, fiddling nervously with his fingers.

I checked the pods, closed the lids and then turned around to him.

“Of course buddy, whats up?”

His brown eyes met mine, looking pleadingly at me.

“I - I’m gay, dad”, he stuttered.

I swallowed and closed the distance between us. Pressing him against me, I ruffled his hair and kissed him on his forehead.

“Thank you for telling me, son. Im proud of you and I will support you, no matter what.”

He sniffeled and pulled his head back to smile at me.

“I’m so glad. Thank you dad, you’re the best.”

I didn’t have a problem with my son being gay, I was bisexual myself, but the hope that started to bloom was hard to ignore. The fact that my son was only attracted to men changed nothing, but my feelings thought otherwise.

What started as pure attraction was developing into a full blown crush and it was pathetic how my knees got weak and my stomach would flutter everytime my own son smiled at me.

But I still stuck to my rule, even though I couldn't breathe anymore when Louis would cuddle with me while watching TV.

When Mike finished his school a few months later he left the first week of the holidays to move in with Allen. He was over the moon when he got a scholarship to the same College that his older brother went to and couldn't wait to finally spend time with him like in the old days.

Ally was about to be promoted at work, so I told her not to worry about vacations this year.

But now, knowing that I was about to spend the whole summer with my son, who I had a huge crush on (like a fucking teenager), I was worried about vacations this year, cause I didnt felt like I would survive sharing a hotel room with Louis.

We had already planned a roadtrip to visit Mike and Allan in their Apartment, but when Louis had asked me if we could also go to a resort somewhere near the beach with his big doe eyes, I just couldn't say no, so I booked a vacation for the both of us in Hawaii.

My feelings got even worse, the closer the day came, where we would take our flight to the beautiful island. So two days before we would go, I called Harry and he told me to come over the second he heard how shaky my voice had gotten.

I knew Harry for a long time now. We lived next to each other as little boys and we stayed friends till I went away to work for the Army. We lost contact because of the distance, but when I came back, it was as if I had never been gone. He helped to get the job at his friend's workshop.

I knew that if there was one person who wouldn't burn me on the spot for my forbidden feelings, it was him.

The first thing Harry did, after opening the door, was pulling me in one of those special bear hugs from him and it immediately let me feel better. Then he put a glass scotch in my hand and made me sit in one of the two bis leather armchair in front of the fireplace.

“Now, tell me what's going on”, he said, after getting the fire started and a glass for himself.

“I just…”, I paused. I didn't know what to say. I was still pretty sure that I just shouldn't tell him at all.

“Matthew, don't be with me like that. You know I always listen, no matter how crazy the shit is you wanna tell me. And from the way you're acting right now, I'm prepared to hear some really crazy shit.”

I had to laugh. Then I took a deep breath and began to tell him my biggest secret. Harry just sat there, occasionally sipping on his drink, not making a comment once, just humming here and there. When I was finished, he emptied his glas and put it on the coffee table between us.

“That’s indeed some crazy shit”, he said and my heart sank in my chest.

“But I get it.”

“You get it?!”, I asked surprised.

“Do you remember why Linda wanted a Divorce back then?”

I nodded.

“You told me you cheated on her.”

“I did. But what I never told you is that I cheated on her with my sister.”

I was dumbfounded.

“Listen man. I know the emotional chaos you're going through right now. There is no decision that will make you feel good. Doing nothing is making you crazy and when you do something - and you can trust me here - it's gonna make you crazy too. My sister and I were teenagers when we started having sex with each other, so we didn't really care about it, but when she got pregnant, we didn't know what to do. So we told our parents and they both kicked us out. Nobody from our family wanted to talk to us. She got an abortion, but we decided to not be with each other anymore. And it hurt like a bitch. I love my sister to this day and even after we both got married, we were all over each other every time we met. My sister got lucky, she has a husband who is very understanding and has a huge kink for incest, so we had a few threesomes, but Linda got batshit crazy when she found me and my sister fucking in our bed. I'm just glad she just told people I'm a cheater.”

He paused and I was very happy about it, because that was a lot to process.

“Do you still have sex with your sister?”, I asked and he grinned.

“I'm living right next to them and their bed is big enough to fit three people. What do you think?”

I felt my cock hardening in my pants. Just the thought of the possibility to be intimate with my son like my best friend was with his sister - and as I knew him with her husband too - made the the blood rush downward, my palms sweaty and my heart beat faster. There was nothing that I wanted more than that, but I also realized that Harry was right.

There was no decision that would make me happy, but I still would do what was best for Louis. And he had his whole future ahead of himself. He still could be happy with someone, someone he could introduce to people, who would have a normal, cute relationship with him and not an incestuous clusterfuck with his dad.

“You’re set on not doing anything about it, right?”, Harry asked and I nodded.

“Should I help you let off some steam before you share a room with him for a week then?”

Harry was great like that. We fooled around a lot as boys and even when we both were married we used to help each other out, when there was a dry spell in one of our marriages. We stopped fucking after we got married though, we just managed to sneak a few Blowjobs here and there.

Before I even could answer, Harry went to his knees between my legs and opened my fly.

“I’ve been dreaming about this dick of yours lately, you know?”, he said with a wink, while he pulled down my pants, together with my boxers.

“I still think it’s the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen”, he almost whispered with his deep voice, while staring adoringly at the thick shaft he was holding in his hand.

I could proudly say I was very blessed when it came to that department. It was the reason why Ally and I couldn't have sex without her being in pain. Harry had tried to take it a few times and with the right amount of preparation he was a moaning mess beneath me, but as impatient, hory teenagers he ended up fucking me more often than I him.

But Harry loved giving me Blowjobs. He said a cock like mine had to be worshiped and that it was a tragedy that Ally couldn't do it.

Humming, he licked along the vein on the underside of my cock as if it was the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted and then took the head into his warm, wet mouth. I moaned and he looked up into my eyes with another one of those sexy winks.

And then, very slowly, because he knew I loved it like that, he sank down on my length, until it was nestled in the depth of his throat. He went up, still holding eye contact with me until my cock left his mouth and spit on his finger. Then he made me lift my legs onto the armrest of the armchair and licked a path from my now exposed hole, over my taint, to my balls and up my length, until he took it back down his throat while simultaneously pushing his finger into my hole.

“Fuck Harry”, I cursed, making him grin around the thickness of my cock.

And then he started to do all the things that he knew would take me apart. He began bobbing up and down on my shaft, working with his tongue to tease the tip in all the right ways, while he worked two fingers on my prostate.

I was moaning like crazy, feeling the deep rumble in my chest, pinching my nipples while he hummed around my cock, enjoying this almost as much as I did.

When I felt the pull in my balls, I made eye contact with him to let him know and the moment he knew I was cumming, he pushed a third finger inside and went down on my cock till his nose was nestled in my pubes.

I came with a loud roar, gripping his hair and pushing his head even deeper onto my length while bending forward. I kept him there until I was finished and made him clean up the rest before I allowed him to let go of my cock completely.

His lips were swollen and his eyes watery, but he smiled at me as if I had made him the biggest gift of all times. Harry loved me being rough with him and when he opened his fly and only took three strokes to paint the floor underneath him white, I knew I just gave him the greatest gift.

“Gonna sleep really nice with a warm belly tonight”, he panted, smirking at me.

“You always slept better after I fed you your special Milk in the evenings”, I answered while fumbling with my pants to pull them back up.

Five minutes later we were both dressed and he pulled me in a hug before I could leave through the door.

“It’s gonna be fine. No matter what will happen with Louis, I will be there for you. So try to net stress about it too much and enjoy the vacation.”

It was easier said than done, but I still nodded against his shoulder.

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The next Morning Louis and I had to get up early to catch our flight and I started to get extremely anxious cause I hated flying with passion.

It didn't help at all that I was already nervous about this trip and that Louis looked extremely cute in his jogging pants and his tight fitting T-Shirt with a V-Neck. I was doomed.

Louis, being the perfect angel that he is, took our passports and flight tickets from me, called an Uber to drive us to the Airport in time, packed us little breakfast packages and managed everything for us until we were sitting next to each other on the plane.

When the plane started to roll on the field I started sweating and shaking, so Louis reached over the armrest and took my bigger, sweaty Hand in his smaller one.

“Everything is alright Dad. Soon we’re in Hawaii and its gonna be worth it, okay? You can squeeze my hand as long as you need to”, he whispered, while sharing an encouraging look with his big, beautiful brown eyes.

I nodded shakily, and even though I didn't plan to do so, ended up holding his Hand the whole flight.

In Hawaii we had to drive a little with the car I rented until we finally reached the resort we had picked out together.

The lady at the check in was fast and soon we were entering our hotel room with a nice view of the sea. I gulped when the double bed came into view but smiled anyway when my son asked me to pick a side.

We spend some time in the hotel room, me reading a book while Louis was typing on his phone, because we were a little tired from the flight.

When the sun stood high Louis got up and went over to his suitcase.

“I’m gonna take a swim in the pool, wanna come with me?”

I put my book on my nightstand and got up too.

“Sounds like a good idea, buddy.”

I changed in the bathroom, while he changed in the bedroom and I hoped that he didn't find it weird that I refused to change in the same room with him. Cause a normal dad, with normal feelings toward his son probably wouldn't have a problem with that. I tried not to think much about it, but when I opened the bathroom door, the towel over my shoulder, ready to go, I freezed.

My son had decided against using normal, loose fitting swimming trunks. The little piece of fabric he was wearing clung tight to his body and left only little for the imagination. His round asscheakes peaked out at the sides and the deep red color complimented his light, creamy skin. His nipples were light pink and perfectly round and everything inside me longed to suck on both of them into my mouth.

“You ready dad?”, he asked, hopefully not realizing I was staring at him.

I cleared my throat, hoping it wouldn't sound as anxious as I felt when I answered.

"Yes, let's go. Do you put sunscreen on?”

“No, I was hoping you could help me with that.” He beamed up at me and my heart began beating faster.

My cock was already half hard and I desperately hoped the bulge wasn't too obvious.

“Yeah no problem, buddy.”

The pool wasn't very much occupied so we managed to claim two free loungers next to each other. I hadn't even put my towel down when Louis pushed the sunscreen into my hand and turned his back to me.

With shaky hands I squeezed some on my fingers and began to spread it onto his back. He held still until I was finished.

“Should I do your back now, Dad?”

I nodded, still feeling his soft skin under my fingertips, while fighting against my dick boning up to his full length.

His hand felt delicate on my back, but he managed the right amount of pressure to make me relax a little bit.

“Damn Dad, your shoulders are hard. Maybe we can book a massage for tomorrow.”

“That would be nice”, I managed to say, still fighting the lust that was spreading inside me ever since I saw my son in his slutty bathing suit.

We spent the whole afternoon at the pool, enjoying the sun and I was happy that the cool water helped me to get rid of my boner. We had dinner at the hotel restaurant and when Louis asked me if we could go to a bar, I decided one beer would be okay. We settled on a table near the window, sipped our beer and spend the evening talking.

The first man that came to our table was about 25 years old and extremely good looking. He sent me a short smile, before he gave his whole attention to my son who was blushing in the most adorable way at the attempts of the young dude to get his number. Louis declined politely, telling the man he was on vacation with his dad, which made me feel good and bad at the same time.

It let my blood boil to see how all these men were looking at my son and after the third of them came over to us, I was clenching my fist under the table. I wanted to tell those fuckers that Louis was mine and that they should leave him the fuck alone so I could have him all to myself, but I coudn’t, which didn’t made it easier at all.

It was nice to hear him tell all of them that he was here with me though and tried to claim that as a win for myself, so my possessiveness wouldn't be showing too much.

But when his gaze stayed on my face with his eyebrows drawn together, I wasn't so sure if I hid it well enough.

“You don't like them flirting with me, do you?”, he suddenly asked, almost causing me to spill my beer.

I coughed a little and then stared at him helplessly, not knowing what to say.

“You looked more and more pissed with every guy that has been here, but why?”

“You’re my son”, was the first thing that came to my mind, but it only caused him to raise his eyebrows questioningly at me.

“I think you deserve better than those douchebags.”

His cheeks turned pink, which made me feel very giddy all of a sudden, cause it was me who was causing that.

Soon he changed the topic and we were chatting and laughing like we did before.

When the fourth men came to our table to ask my son for his number, I decided it was time to go back to our hotel room. But because it was still nice outside and the sun was about to set, we decided to take the longer route on the beach back to the resort.

“I liked that you were protective over me”, Louis suddenly broke our silence.

I looked over at him, seeing him smile sheepishly.

“Yeah?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“I thought I was being an overprotective dick, but I’m glad you are not mad at me.”

He laughed and I felt my heart flutter at the sound of it.

“You know you can talk to me about stuff like that, right?”, I asked him.

“What do you mean?”

“Like dating and relationships … and sex.”

My voice broke on the last word, because just the thought of him telling me about the sex he had with someone else was breaking my heart. But I had promised myself not to act on my feelings and to let Louis have a normal dating life. I just didn't want to make him feel like he couldn't talk with me about it.

“I know”, he answered, making me happy that this topic was over.

We were silent after that. Enjoying the view, walking next to each other. From time to time our hands would brush against each other and I was surprised when Louis gripped it as the resort came into view.

I was about to ask him what he was doing, when he turned me around, pushed himself up on his tippy toes and pressed his plumb, soft lips against mine.

I was caught off guard, but when he started moving his lips there was nothing in this world that could stop me from not responding to his kiss.

Detangling my hand from his, I put it on the small of his back to pull him tighter against me. He was gripping my T-Shirt like his life depended on it, deepening our kiss by pushing his tongue in my mouth. I moaned, putting my other hand on his neck and tasted all of him I could get. He felt so good against me, like this was where he belonged and in this moment I knew that everything was about to change.

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