Story by Custos (Original posting 24 January 2025 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos) Please don’t repost this story, let it remain in my galleries! This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor. The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only. The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life. —— Standalone: It's Okay to Touch, Son 4 Dave loves motorcycles. Any heavy machinery, really. Sturdy metal, the scent of oil and grease. It speaks to his masculine self-image. It’s why he got the biggest pickup truck he could afford, kitted out with the fattest off-road tires and the sleekest black metallic finish. Progressive as he may be, especially with his son, he likes his reputation as a big bad dog. Someone you’d think twice of messing with. Dressed in just his black worker jeans, sweaty torso bare and bulging muscles making his tattoos ripple like pirate flags, Dave is performing maintenance on his beloved bike. A chopper with the seat low and right on top of the back wheel, as low as it can possibly go, with the handlebars high atop the long fork connecting to the front wheel. The type you see in movies where the big bad biker looks like he’s falling off and holding on for dear life, with his ass nearly on the asphalt. The brown doberman’s hands and forearms are covered in black gunk from working on his cherished machine, and he takes a step back in the improvised tent garage next to his trailer to admire his handwork. Metallic black paint job, same as his pickup truck. The back wheel as thick as his waist. The chrome reflecting what little sunlight comes in through the open front flap of the converted party tent. There is no love more pure than that of a man for his motorcycle. One he has built with his own two hands, sweat, and tears. Well, almost none. The face of a ten-year-old adorable pup peeks into view as Matthew smiles at his daddy, the young boy surprisingly naked from the waist down. His favourite sports jersey is in the wash, so Matthew is wearing just a blue t-shirt with a cartoon character from his trading card game on it. - “Hi, daddy. Your show is gonna start soon.” Dave furrows his brow, looking at his son’s semi-nakedness as his eyes dart out from his front lawn toward the street. The trailers in the park are arranged in rows, and there are bushes behind the improvised garage tent, so any intruding eyes could come only from one direction. And from their neighbour’s trailer’s windows, of course. “Hey, sweetheart. Where are yer pants? Ya know ya can only go bottomless in the house.” Matthew looks a little distracted by the impressive gleaming bike, the boy not allowed to go in the tent when his daddy’s not there. He holds his small hands behind his back, his ears flopping down apologetically but immediately undoing the effect when they veer right back up. Unable to pretend to be sorry. - “Aw, daddeh. It’s jus’ ten feet from the front door to yer tent. Ain’t nobody gunna notice mah buck nekkid behind!” The doberman chuckles, starting to wipe his grease fingers with some rags. He knows Matthew is showing a little bit of his mischievous nature. Pushing back against the boundaries a little. Knowing Dave doesn’t like his son speaking improperly like he and every other adult in the trailer park does. He wants a better future for Matthew. Dave throws the rags in a bin and leans on the seat of the heavy motorcycle, smirking at his boy as Matthew eagerly tiptoes further into the tent when meeting no resistance from his daddy. The brown doberman grits his teeth and puffs himself up a little, making himself big. To anyone but Matthew, it may seem Dave is pissed off and about to lay down the law. But the boy knows very well the difference between pretend and true anger from his father. And he’s barely ever seen the latter directed at him. “Now listen here, boy! Yer fixin’ to lose a nub! If I hear ya talkin’ like a hillbilly, I’ll tan yer hide like one!” The silver Labrador-doberman mix giggles and simply steps forward to run his arms around his father’s bare sweaty torso, nuzzling his muzzle in between the firm pecs as he lovingly embraces his daddy. - “Sorry, daddy. I’ll be good. Promise!” Dave can feel his heart melt and all the stress leave his body. He smiles and hugs his son back against him, the boy barely coming up to his chest. God, in this very moment he never wants Matthew to grow up. He wants him to stay his little boy forever. “That’s more like it! My son ain’t never gunna be a yokel!” Matthew snickers at his daddy’s choice of words, and then does something he hasn’t done in a very long time. He jumps up while hooking his arms around Dave’s neck, and the doberman’s hands instinctively rush to grab and support his son’s cute bubble butt. Causing the manly father to hold his boy up to his chest firmly, safely cradling him in his arms. “Wow, there! Baby cakes! Ain’t ya a lil’ old and heavy to be doing that anymore?” The adult man can feel his son’s sheath and small balls press into his abs, rubbing up against him more easily due to the light coat of sweat. Matthew sighs and closes his eyes as he lays his chin into his father’s neck, deeply inhaling Dave’s manly paternal scent which makes his cute little sheath twitch against the man. - “I just felt like it, daddy. I love being held like this. And I was feeling a little lonely.” The little boy presses a kiss into Dave’s neck, the lingering salty taste making Matthew hum contentedly while the brown doberman can feel his own black jeans growing tighter. His eyes are to the flap of the garage, gently holding up his son by one arm before walking over and lowering the cover to obscure them from the street view. Matthew looks a little confused as he veers up in his daddy’s arms. - “What about your show, daddy? Aren’t we going back inside?” There are no chairs in the makeshift garage, and the little stool looks too uncomfortable, so Dave just straddles his bike and gently lets his son slide into his lap as he holds his precious little boy. His strong muscular arms cradling Matthew protectively, as if he were made of glass. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I’s jus’ wanna hold ya for a moment too. Daddy gets lonely too sometimes.” If Matthew were a feline, he’d be purring in his father’s arms. The little boy nestles his face back into his daddy’s lightly sweaty pecs again and squeezes Dave tightly, as if never wanting to let go. Dave has his eyes closed and gently rocks his son back and forth in his arms, humming softly while memories of Matthew throughout the years come flooding back through his mind. From the adorable little baby he used to be to the beautiful young boy he is today. The only thing missing is that other pair of arms belonging to his late wife. Dave can feel his son’s erection firmly grinding against his exposed abs, and he’s okay with that. He’s always been. And Matthew knows his daddy will accommodate his need for love and reassurance in any way he can. Especially after that intimate moment on the couch last week. The brown doberman adult can feel the boy’s hips move on their own, Matthew sighing sweetly and happily. His small hands start to wander over his father’s muscular back. Feeling every ridge and rib. Slowly going down. Landing on his daddy’s firm jeans-clad ass. Tentatively starting to rub and knead the two solid buns. Dave chuckles and equally lowers his hands down to Matthew’s cute little bubble butt, giving the two naked soft globes a teasing squeeze. “Now there’s sumthin’ I haven’t felt in a long while. Sizing up against yer daddy, eh? Kiddo?” Matthew giggles, his voice sweet and adorable. So innocent and pure. Oblivious to any sense of taboo or wrongdoing. - “Naw, daddy. I was just wondering. Is this still okay? You didn’t change your mind?” “What do ya mean, sweetheart?” - “You know. You said I could ask. Touch… Any time? You said you would help.” “Mhm. ’s Long as we’re home alone, kiddo.” - “Does the garage count, daddy?” Dave feels his heart rate increasing rapidly. He hasn’t changed his mind about wanting to be there for his son. In any capacity the boy needs. But only if Matthew instigates it. He’d never want to abuse the trust of his son. But indulging the boy in the tent like this… It may set a dangerous precedent for Matthew to just grab at him while he’s working on his bike. In plain sight of their neighbours. But maybe… just this once… The doberman’s voice is slightly deeper and a little husky, his warm breath rolling over his son’s neck and back which makes the adorable ten-year-old pup shiver in anticipation. He’s letting excitement drown out the voice of reason within himself. “No, baby. But, maybe… Just this once. Okay, sweetheart? Just this once.” Matthew coos out into his father’s chest, his small hands gripping the doberman’s ass tightly through the jeans. - “Can you take your pants off, daddy? Pretty please?” What red blooded man would refuse such a needy request from their own flesh and blood? Dave dismounts the bike, leaving a heavily panting ten-year-old panting against the motorcycle’s gas tank. The little boy looking so sexy without realising it, squirming against the cool metal of the machine as the movement makes the pup’s small humanoid penis bob back and forth rigidly from his small grey sheath. The little dark tanned pink erection flexing wildly. The tiny mushroom head swollen and blushing fiercely in excitement. Still detecting some hesitance and doubt in his son’s voice, Dave makes lowering his jeans a little show for him. Popping the button open and slowly zipping down the zipper. Turning around and swaying his hips a little while locking his fingers behind his head and flexing his arm and shoulder muscles, making the blades pop from his lightly sweaty back. Performing the same mating rituals he would for Olivia, and they never missed their effect in riling her up. Dave was hoping their son would be no different. Matthew is lying back on the motorcycle breathlessly, his eyes glued to his father’s manly body as every sexy feature is pronounced by the adult’s slow methodical movements. The boy’s erection is protesting something fierce, and the pup whines as he grabs the twitching little nail, squeezing hard to relieve the tension within his immature childish loins. Finally, the black jeans slowly slide off Dave’s perfectly sculpted masculine ass and the doberman wriggles them off his feet. His paw pads making contact with the dirty floor as he turns around, exposing his fully nude body in all its splendour to his son. The thirsty ten-year-old boy drinking up every detail, witnessing his dad in that all new light, fuelled by the cusp of puberty. Dave swings his leg over the heavy bike and sits back down on the saddle, the mushroom head of his own tan humanoid penis already peeking from his fat sheath in exhilaration. The adoring desiring eyes of his son thrilling the adult male to no end. “Like what ya see, sweetheart? Is daddy not too old for ya?” Matthew shakes his head in fierce denial. It had been a two-part question. On one hand, it would give the boy an out if he wanted to stop. On the other hand, it stroked Dave’s ego when Matthew so blatantly didn’t. In this boy’s little eyes, his daddy is god. The ten-year-old gasps and coos against the gas tank of the motorcycle, reaching up and holding on to the handlebars as he lies with his back onto it. His bottomless front nudity being thirstily drank in by his handsome daddy. Matthew shivers with need when his father’s hands gently descend upon the boy’s hips, the strong fingers slowly and delicately sliding up to caress his son’s adorable sheath, balls, and cocklet. “Yer so beautiful, baby. Jus’ like—” Dave catches himself. He doesn’t want to ruin the moment for his precious little boy with sadness. He knows in the bottom of his heart that his wife would approve. Encourage him to let Matthew explore his sexuality. As long as it was purely for their son’s benefit. Matthew coos out again as his daddy’s fingers gently stroke his twitching little erection, mewling and whining out at the overwhelming sensations rushing through his inexperienced preteen body. Making him see stars and slightly scaring him. - “Ah! D-daddy! You don’t need to do that. I don’t wanna make you gay!” The brown doberman gently continues to rhythmically squeeze the skin of his son’s shaft up and down along the length. Softly and caringly. His eyes half-lidded as he hushes his precious boy. “Yer not makin’ me gay for lovin’ ya, son. I told ya before, being gay is not a bad thing. Don’t worry about that word until yer older, alright? Jus’ enjoy being a kid and freely explore yer feelings. Play around. No need to label yerself jus’ yet. Okay, sweetheart?” - “O-okay, daddy.” Matthew whimpers and whines in the horny squirmy way only sexy little boys can, squirming back against the bike while thrusting his hips up into his daddy’s skilful hands. Dave hushes his son with soothing loving words, his strong fingers delicately holding the small firm flesh of his son’s penis as he gently masturbates the boy. His own length has fully emerged from his fat sheath, the convulsing slit at the top of the glans winking fiercely as it oozes precum down onto Dave’s own balls. The heavy orbs resting comfortably on the bike’s saddle as the surface slowly gets coated in a layer of the male’s natural incestuous lubricant. For a little while, the tent is filled with the soft coos and squirms of a horny little ten-year-old boy. Matthew’s tail thumping onto the side of the bike as it wags uncontrollably under his father’s loving administrations. Three strong fingers keeping a strong grip on the small shaft and massaging up and down along the thin tube, while the digits of the other hand gently caress and cradle the pup’s small balls and sack. Lightly squeezing the little orbs, making Matthew gasp and shudder in childish pleasure. But then, the little boy’s angelic voice murmurs out his wishes. Urging his daddy for more. - “Ungh. Daddy. C-can we do more? Would… Would that be okay?” Dave’s masturbation of his son slows down just a little bit. He’s trying to keep himself from approaching the edge too closely, in fear of ejaculating too soon. The male hums his approval and encouragement, releasing his son’s adorable penis and lovingly sliding his fingers up underneath the little boy’s t-shirt through the short grey fur. “Of course, baby. More than okay. But ya need to ask me, alright? Daddy wants to know for sure when ya want something. So, go ahead, baby cakes. What would ya like?” Matthew blushes fiercely, the red bleeding through the grey fur adorable as fuck. The little boy moans out again as his daddy gently lifts up his t-shirt, discarding the piece of clothing on the floor and finally leaving the two males as naked as a jay. Bonding lovingly as father and son, nude and intimate. The ten-year-old is still holding on to the motorcycle’s handlebars, just for support to keep from falling off during all his squirming. Still deeply blushing, Matthew slowly lifts up his butt, throwing back his legs as he presents his father with his small cocklet and balls. And unbeknownst to him, his virginal tiny tail hole winking in the effort to keep up his legs. - “Would you… Do you want to suck me, daddy? I… I really wanna know what it feels like.” The little pup’s insecurity is flaring up right after he managed to conjure up the courage to ask his straight dad such a, to his young mind, gay request. The child’s legs are starting to wobble, and a lump is forming in Matthew’s throat. The fraction of a second of the question hanging in the air enough to make the pressure in the little boy’s tear ducts increase. Dave smiles up at his son’s face encouragingly, eyes half-lidded as he grabs Matthew’s thighs to support the weight of the boy’s legs, leaning forward and allowing his hot breath to wash over the pup’s cute little cocklet and balls. The virile macho dad places a soft little kiss on top of the shivering boy’s small shaft, continuing to breathe hot breath all over his son’s loins as he lovingly nuzzles all around the stiff little nail and round little balls. “There’s no part of ya I’s dun’ love, sweetheart. Yer the person I luv most in this world. Yer gonna be my first, though. So be kind when judging yer daddy’s skills. Okay, baby?” Matthew is about to put his daddy at ease, little tail wagging excitedly against the side of the bike as Dave agreed to his request against all expectations, when the pup’s words get stuck in his throat and end up in a garbled flustered mess. The brown doberman had lovingly gripped the base of his son’s small sheath and angled the little erection away from Matthew’s body, not having hesitated a single moment to enclose his lips around the small penis and resolutely swallowing the entire twitching nail down to the root. The ten-year-old pup howls out pitifully, his mouth quickly but tenderly covered by Dave’s hand as he presses his snout firmly into his son’s pubis. The man’s nostrils flare, pumping in and out gallons of air mixed with the scent and flavour of his little boy’s innocence. The shape and texture of the twitching cocklet on his tongue and against the roof of his mouth is, for lack of a more earthly word, exquisite. Just the fact alone that Matthew found the courage to ask his daddy for such a deeply intimate favour, and the reality that the small child’s penis in his maw belongs to his own flesh and blood, nearly makes the young father paint the seat of his bike white. Dave’s cock is throbbing angrily and fiercely up into the air, plapping down wetly against the motorbike’s saddle as it expels thick gooey spurts of clear fatherly precum. Matthew doubles over onto his daddy’s head, grabbing hold of the man’s pointy doberman ears and the back of his head, smothering himself as he howls and whines in childish ecstasy. - “Daddy! Ngh! D-daddy! It—It tingles so much! So… warm… So wet!” Dave’s chest swells with pride. Able to make his little boy coo and convulse in such immense pleasure with barely any touch. And it’s only gonna get better for the horny preteen! Holding his son in place with both his hands supporting Matthew’s thighs, the boy’s butt still on the bike while his torso is folded over Dave’s head, the doberman gently starts suckling around the little cocklet like a popsicle. He’s never done this before, but he knows to keep his teeth from grazing against his son’s shaft too much. A little is fine, though, and if Matthew’s a chip of the old block, he might enjoy a little teeth thrown into the mix as well! The ten-year-old silver Labrador-doberman pup is positively drooling all over the back of his daddy’s head, his words having devolved into a garbled mess as his eyes cross and his small legs clench tight around Dave’s neck. Pushing his pelvis as tightly into his father’s muzzle as possible, getting his cocklet as deeply inside his daddy’s warm wet mouth as is imaginable. It takes only less than a minute for Matthew’s body to seize up completely, the boy yipping and whining pitifully as his little penis throbs uncontrollably inside his daddy’s mouth. The pup’s fingers digging deeply into his father’s fur and skin as he experiences a mind-shattering childish dry orgasm. Dave’s tongue gently laps at the underside of the sensitive little rod, instinctively positioning to catch a load that isn’t coming. Right then and there, his son willing, Dave vows to himself that he’ll commemorate the day his precious little boy feeds his daddy his first cum. It’ll be like a second birthday, an excuse to coddle and pamper his wonderful baby’s transition into manhood. With his father’s loving help. Thick warm creamy spurts of fatherly incestuous semen splash over the bike’s seat as Dave simply can’t hold back anymore. His rotor mouth sucking and slurping both Matthew’s little cocklet, sheath, and balls inside his warm wet muzzle as he delivers a life changing experience to both his son and himself. The soothing warm cream even splattering against Matthew’s winking open hole and the underside of Dave’s own chin, the father utterly lost in the sauce of his orgasming ten-year-old. Matthew is panting as he holds his daddy’s face tightly pressed into his lap with both his arms and legs hooked behind Dave’s neck, his small fingers grasping the short coarse fur while his little toe pads spasm and curl uncontrollably. The overwhelming rush of endorphins released through the passionate yet tender boyish orgasm brought on by his daddy’s incestuous love nearly causing the preteen to black out. Slowly, as Dave’s spurts of cum start dying down, he tenderly starts releasing the sensitive twitching nail of his son from his muzzle. Matthew relaxes and slumps back against the bike’s gas tank, shivering when the cool metal makes contact with his heated body. The brown doberman inspects his son’s throbbing penis and face for any signs of discomfort, but can only find overwhelming bliss there. Flooding him with warmth and pride. The virile adult male coos at his swooning little boy, gently raising Matthew’s hips up a little and tenderly starting to lap his warm wet tongue into the cleavage of the pup’s buttocks. Cleaning his own incestuous seed from staining the virginally pink pucker hidden between. Matthew whines out, a shudder wracking through his body as his tiny hole winks excitedly at the touch of his daddy’s warm slick tongue. - “Ngh! Daddy… Tingles…” Dave’s erection is slowly receding back inside his own fat brown sheath, the adult male gently lowering his boy’s body along the bike until Matthew is securely sitting and held in his lap. The sensitive wet head of his shrinking cock warmly touching his son’s winking hole, massaging the creamy fatherly semen into it as both males pant in exertion. “There’s no part of ya I’s dun’ love, baby. Never be afraid to ask me anything, sweetheart. Daddy loves ya and is here for ya. Always!” Matthew mewls, once again hugging into his father’s sweaty body, meekly this time due to exhaustion. Though, his stiff little nail remains throbbing firmly into Dave’s abs. A perk of being so young. - “Even if it’s gay, daddy?” Dave chuckles. Deprogramming negative connotations don’t seem to happen overnight. “Even if it’s gay, sweetheart. Daddy loves ya anyhow! Ya hear?” The ten-year-old sighs happily, slowly drifting off into a snooze. Dave just sits with his boy in his lap and arms on his bike for a little while longer. Enjoying the warmth and newfound intimacy between them. He can’t carry Matthew back into the trailer like this, though. “Get yer t-shirt back on, baby. We’s can snuggle inside. Watch our show together, eh?” Matthew sleepily nods, getting up and getting ‘dressed’ again, as does Dave. He blocks the view from the street with his impressive body while his precious boy darts back into the trailer. Dave locks the door behind them and turns around only to find Matthew has already discarded the t-shirt once more, looking up at his daddy with puppy eyes and speaking with a slightly whiny voice. - “Daddy, I’m sticky.” The doberman chuckles and ruffles his son’s head, nudging toward the bathroom. “Let’s get cleaned up, baby. Daddy’s gonna treat ya nice and right.” Matthew’s frown morphs into a bright smile, his little cocklet twitching excitedly. It seems he knows just what to ask his daddy for next!