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Leon is a muscular man with black hair and green eyes, and a calm personality. He has a fetish for watching people cry. His cock gets incredibly hard and his sex drive increases. Leon has a 20-year-old son named Marcus. Marcus is very sensitive, crying about almost everything. Leon always does his best to stop Marcus from crying; he feels that every time his son cries, his sex drive grows stronger. Leon has often thought about having sex with his son while he cries, doing it with Marcus slowly and gently, watching his tears stream down his face. Perhaps he will soon. Now, Marcus is in the living room on the sofa, hugging a pillow, crying while watching a sad movie on TV, and Leon is about to arrive home from work.
Leon opens the door and quietly slips into the living room, not wanting to startle his son. He stands in the shadows for a moment, watching Marcus hug the pillow tightly and sob softly as he watches the sad movie. The sight of his son's tears causes his cock to twitch beneath his jeans, and a mixture of desire and tenderness fills him. Slowly, he walks over to the sofa and kneels beside Marcus, reaching out to gently stroke his hair.
"Hey, buddy..." He whispers, his voice barely above a whisper. "What's wrong?"
"D-Dad..." Marcus stammered awkwardly through tears, approaching the man and hugging him around the neck, still crying. Marcus mumbled something between sobs about the movie that made him start crying again, as he clung to Leon.
Leon hugs his son tightly, rubbing circles on his back as he continues to comfort him. He takes a deep breath, trying to control the growing arousal he feels at the contact and the sound of Marcus' soft cries. "It's okay, buddy," he whispers, kissing the top of Marcus' head. "I'm here for you."
After a while, Marcus gradually stopped crying, rubbing his eyes and wiping away the tears with the back of his hand. "T-thank you, Dad," he said, his voice slightly hoarse from crying.
"Of course, sweetie," Leon replied gently, stroking Marcus' hair again. "You know I'm always here to help you through things." His heart was beating fast now as he took in his son's tear-streaked face and the way Marcus leaned into him, their bodies so close together. He couldn't deny it any longer: he wanted more than just comfort from this moment. He wanted... something else entirely.
"So," Leon said softly, trying to change the subject as his cock twitched again beneath his jeans, "what did you think of that movie?"
"The movie?" Marcus murmured softly, slowly beginning to cry again as he remembered the sad film, hugging his father around the neck as he sobbed.
Leon couldn't help but let out a quiet groan of desire, feeling Marcus' body pressed against his own as the boy cried into his neck. He knew he had to tread carefully here, not wanting to frighten Marcus with his arousal or push him away too soon. So instead, he continued to stroke his hair gently and murmur reassuring words:
"Shh... It's okay, buddy. I've got you." The weight of Marcus' tears on his skin was almost unbearable, making every inch of him ache with need. He knew they couldn't stay like this forever; soon enough, he would have to make a decision about what he truly wanted from this situation.
"Can we... watch something else?" Leon asked after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe something a little less... sad?"
Marcus continued to cry softly as he pulled away slightly from his father to look him in the eyes. "O-okay..." he said softly. Leon smiled at him, and a small pulse of desire stirred within him. He leaned closer to his son's face and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, tasting his tears. He could feel his erection throbbing painfully in his pants before pulling away slightly from Marcus again. "My sweet baby boy..." he said with a smile. That simple kiss felt like a victory. Marcus smiled weakly, tears still welling in his eyes. "W-what are we going to watch?" he said, his voice trembling.
Leon's heart raced as he leaned forward and brushed his lips against Marcus' tears-dampened cheek again. "I know just the thing," he murmured, excitement making his voice deeper, more husky than usual. He stood up and walked over to the TV, finding the remote on a nearby table. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he thought about what they were going to watch next. "This should help take your mind off things," he said softly, selecting a movie from their collection that he knew would be perfect for this moment. He pressed play and returned to the sofa, sitting beside Marcus once again.
As they watched the movie together, Leon occasionally glanced over at his son out of the corner of his eye. The tears began to fall again, and he could see Marcus struggling to hold them back as he bit down on his lip. His erection ached with each sob that escaped his throat, making it difficult for him to concentrate on what was happening on-screen. He wanted nothing more than to comfort Marcus and ease the tension building inside of both of them.
When the movie ended, Marcus started sobbing again at the happy ending. "I-it was so beautiful..." he said weakly, through tears, as he snuggled close to his father, seeking comfort. Leon smiled tenderly, picked Marcus up as if he weighed nothing, and made him squat on his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist. "My sweet baby boy..." he said, kissing his cheek, tasting his tears again. "...you are beautiful," he said softly, slowly stroking his lower back. Leon's desire grew stronger, wanting to make slow, gentle love with his son. Marcus hugged his father around the neck. "T-thank you, Dad... I love you..." he said softly through his tears. Marcus always appreciated the tenderness with which Leon treated him.
Leon's breath hitched as he felt Marcus squirm against his lap, their bodies pressed so closely together. He kissed the top of Marcus' head and held him tighter, grateful for this moment. "I love you too, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You know that..." With a soft groan, he lowered Marcus' body further onto his lap, their hips grinding together in time with the unspoken need between them. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, relishing the feel of his son's warm skin beneath his fingers and the weight of his erection pressing against Marcus' bottom.
"Marcus...," he whispered, his voice husky with arousal. "I want to make love to you."
Marcus opened his eyes in surprise at Leon's words. "D-Daddy..." he said weakly, tears welling in his eyes. Leon smiled tenderly at him. "Shhh..." he said softly. "It's okay, baby boy... Daddy just wants to show you how much he loves you..." He gently stroked Marcus's bottom. "...Daddy wants to... make love to you gently and slowly... make you feel good... will you let Daddy make love to you?" he asked, looking into his son's eyes with a smile. The idea of making love slowly, while his son cried, was a dream come true. Marcus hesitated for a moment, looking away, feeling a lump in his throat. Marcus felt so happy to know that his father loved him so much, and he began to cry a little more. "Y-yes, Daddy..." he said through his tears. "...L-let's make love..."
Leon smiled gently at Marcus as he nodded and kissed him tenderly on the forehead. "Thank you, sweetheart," he whispered before standing up with Marcus in his arms, carrying him to the bedroom. He lay down on the bed and carefully laid his son down next to him, watching as Marcus rolled onto his stomach, hugging a pillow close to his chest.
With shaking hands, Leon unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop to the floor before pulling off his boxers as well. The head of his cock stood upright and glistened in the dim light of the bedroom, leaking a bead of pre-cum onto his lower stomach. He crawled carefully over Marcus, positioning himself between his son's legs.
"Are you sure this is what you want, sweetheart?" he asked softly, his heart racing with anticipation and fear. He brushed the backs of his fingers against one of Marcus' tear-streaked cheeks, wiping away a single tear before leaning down to kiss it away. "I don't want to hurt you."
Marcus let out a shuddery breath and turned his head towards Leon. "Daddy... please..." he whispered, voice thick with emotion. "L-love me like this..."
Leon's heart raced as he gazed into his son's pleading eyes. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he reached out and gently parted Marcus' legs. With a soft groan, he lowered his hips between them, pressing the head of his cock against Marcus' wet opening.
"Are you ready for this, sweetheart?" he asked, feeling almost physically ill with guilt as he pushed forward, slowly entering his son's body. Marcus cried out softly as Leon buried himself to the hilt in one steady thrust, their hips grinding together as they became joined.
"O-oh God..." Leon whispered hoarsely, feeling overwhelmed by the tightness and heat of Marcus around him. He began to move slowly at first, rocking his hips back and forth as he looked down at his son's tear-streaked face. "Does this feel good, baby boy?"
Marcus moaned softly as he felt his father's cock slowly slide in and out of his ass. He nodded at Leon's words, tears streaming down his cheeks as he clutched the pillow. "Y-yes... Daddy..." he sobbed. He couldn't stop crying; knowing his father loved him so much overwhelmed him with emotion.
Leon closed his eyes and smiled as he felt the wet heat surrounding him. He began to move faster, thrusting deeper with each stroke, the sounds of their flesh slapping together filling the room. His hands moved up to gently cup Marcus' shoulders, holding him close as he took possession of his body in this most intimate way.
"You feel so good, sweetheart..." he panted, leaning down to kiss along his son's neck and shoulder. "You make me crazy... I love you so much." The guilty thoughts faded away under the haze of desire as he lost himself in the sensation of being inside Marcus, feeling their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
He wondered how long it would be before they found out; before someone found out what was going on between them... But for now, all that mattered was this moment, right here and now, making love to his son as gently and slowly as he'd ever wanted to.