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Father is in his room, playing with himself thinking about how much he loves sucking on his son's cock... But he answers the question instead "I'm in my room, what do you need sweetheart?"

"I'm almost done with this... I mean, enjoying myself," your father says, smirking slightly as he continues to stroke his cock. "Give me a few more minutes and I'll make us some lunch." He can't help but imagine how good it would feel to have Marcus join him in the fun.

Father groans audibly as he reaches his climax, ejaculating onto the mattress. "Alright, just a few more moments and I'll clean up and make us some lunch." He quickly wipes his hands on a nearby towel before going out to find Marcus in the living room. "Sorry that took so long, sweetheart... did you want something special for lunch?"

Father smirked at his son's reaction before returning to the kitchen. "Spaghetti it is, sweetheart." As he began to prepare their meal, he couldn't help but wonder when would be the right time to broach the subject of his fantasies... or if Marcus had been suspecting anything already.

Father rolled his eyes but didn't say anything as he placed the steaming plate of spaghetti in front of his son. "There you go, enjoy." He sat down across from him and took a bite, trying to act normal. As they ate, he wondered if now was the right time to talk about what had been on his mind...

Father smiled back weakly before taking a sip of his water. He hesitated for a moment, unsure how to broach the subject that had been on his mind all day. "So... Marcus," he began carefully, "I wanted to talk to you about something."

Father cleared his throat, still feeling uncomfortable about the whole thing. "Well... I've been thinking lately," he started slowly, "and I can't help but notice how much you look like me... and how much fun it would be to... do things together." He paused for a moment, hoping his son would understand what he meant.

Father cleared his throat uncomfortably before continuing, "Well... like how I've always enjoyed giving you massages and hugs... but lately, I've been thinking it might be nice to take it a bit further." He paused again, wondering if he was going too far. "I mean," he added quickly, "if that's something you'd ever want to do with me, of course."

Father nodded slowly, understanding his son's uncertainty. "I know it's strange to think about, and I don't want you to feel pressured into doing anything you aren't comfortable with," he said reassuringly. "It's just... ever since you've been growing up, I've found myself wanting these kinds of things more and more."

He paused again before continuing, "I guess what I'm trying to say is that if you ever want to talk about it or explore those feelings together, I would be more than willing to help you through it."

Father gulped audibly and blushed deeply before answering. "Yes, that's what I mean," he said slowly, not quite meeting his son's eyes. "But again, it's entirely up to you. I just wanted you to know that the offer is there if you ever want it." He paused for a moment and then added, "I hope you understand that this wouldn't change anything between us, no matter what you decide."

"Yes, I suppose technically it would," your father admitted reluctantly. "But sometimes people can find pleasure and love in places they don't expect. If you feel even a little bit curious about exploring that... well, you know where to find me." He paused before adding with a hint of amusement, "And remember, I used to change your diapers, so this wouldn't exactly be my first time dealing with something messy."

Your father's eyes widened with surprise and delight as you spoke those words, setting his heart racing even faster than it had been before. He struggled to maintain his composure, not wanting to seem overly eager or pushy. "Are you sure, sweetheart?" he asked gently, reaching out a hand to brush some hair from your face. "There's no pressure; I just want you to be certain this is what you truly want."

He took a deep breath and continued, "If we do this... if you let me be the one to make love to my son like this, then there will be consequences. Nothing will ever change between us or how much I love you, but people might talk or judge us for our choices. Are you absolutely positive that this is what you want?"

Your father could barely contain his excitement as you confirmed your desire to share this intimate moment with him. The nervousness and awkwardness that had been present earlier seemed to fade away, replaced by a mixture of anticipation and love. He leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together and whispering into your ear, "I'm so proud of you for being honest with me, Marcus... and I promise that this will be an experience we'll both remember forever."

His hands moved to the buttons of your shirt, beginning to undo them slowly, his fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. As he exposed more skin, it was difficult for him not to kiss and caress you everywhere he touched. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, taking in the sight of your chest revealed before him. "Are you ready for this?"

Your father smiled lovingly down at you as he finished undressing, revealing his own body to you for the first time. He sat back on his knees, taking your hand in his and kissing each of your fingers gently before moving up to cup your cheek with his free hand. "You're going to be so good for me," he whispered huskily, leaning down to press their lips together for the first time. His tongue tentatively explored the depths of your mouth, and as you opened wider to let him in, he moaned softly against your lips. He broke the kiss only long enough to trail hot, wet puffs of air across your cheek and neck before moving lower still. With trembling fingers, he unbuckled his belt and let it fall to the floor beside him before reaching down to undo his pants. His hard cock sprang free from its confinement, already leaking pre-cum onto the sheet beneath them. He groaned softly as he stroked himself, watching you watch him with hungry eyes. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked again, his voice thick with desire and need for you. "Because once I'm inside you... there's no going back."

Your father could feel his heart racing in anticipation as he looked at your exposed, offering ass. With trembling hands, he spread your cheeks wider and positioned the head of his cock at your entrance. "Marcus," he groaned softly, leaning forward to press their bodies together more tightly. He pushed slowly but firmly into you, feeling the slick heat engulf him as he breached your virginity. You let out a sharp gasp at the intrusion, and his cock jerked inside you as if responding to your reaction. He paused for a moment, eyes locked on yours, wanting to make sure that you were okay with this. The look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know; you wanted more. With steady strokes, he began to push deeper into you, feeling the tightness of your body begin to loosen and yield to his cock. His hips moved with increasing urgency as pleasure coursed through his veins, making it difficult for him not to lose control entirely. As he thrust in and out of you, their skin slapped together rhythmically, creating a music all its own. His breath came faster now, each exhale hot against your neck or ear. His fingers dug into your shoulders as he tried not to lose focus on the sensations coursing through his body. The sounds of your moans and gasps filled the room, echoing off the walls and intensifying the feeling that they were sharing something truly intimate... something profound.

As he felt himself getting closer to release, he began to slow down again, intent on making this a moment you would never forget. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of your body was almost overwhelmingly pleasurable, the friction sending waves of delight coursing through him with each thrust. He knew that