Story by Custos
(Original posting 3 May 2019 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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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.

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Standalone: Comfort For My Son

The house is peaceful and quiet, save for the soft humming and music playing in the kitchen, the scent of sizzling stir fry vegetables and rice spreading throughout the rooms on the ground floor. The living room is lightly decorated with a fully decked table for two, balloons hanging up and some colourful streamers finishing off the picture with a sign that says ‘Happy Birthday!’.

William, a good looking ram with white fur all over his body and two impressive curled horns to the side of his head, is a single parent in his late twenties with two jobs trying to make ends meet. Today, though, he’s home early to prepare his son’s favourite meal and spend a whole evening with him, a little party between the two of them. Another event with several of his son’s friends is planned for the coming weekend at the bowling alley and the arcade, Luca’s favourite places to be.

Just as William is tasting the curry, the doorbell rings. The ram turns down the stove and washes his hands quickly before he walks down the hallway and answers the door. Surprisingly, the teacher escorting the group of young kids to their homes is standing there with his six year old son, Luca, whilst the other kids are waiting at the curb:”Mister Smith?”
William is still drying his hands on the kitchen towel he grabbed with him, looking a little suspicious at his son who has red eyes as if he’s been crying:”Yes, that’s me? Did something happen to Luca?”
The escorting teacher smiles sympathetically and pats Luca’s shoulder:”I’m afraid Luca was involved in a fight at school today. I am to give you this letter and tell you that both he and the other party were put in a time-out. The principal would like to speak with you as soon as possible.”
William nods and keeps and eye on his son whilst talking to the teacher, Luca’s eyes growing increasingly red and he sniffles a little, as if holding back tears.

The teacher leaves and continues his round with the other kids, Luca entering the house as William closes the door behind his son. The adult ram kneels down to face his son at eye level:”Hey, champ. What happened at school today?”
At first Luca’s eyes dart around, everywhere but at his dad’s, the tears and redness increasing as the little boy suddenly starts to sob. William’s fatherly heart is breaking and he reels in his son for a hug, the boy starting to cry into his dad’s shoulder. Giving his son a minute to get it all out of his system, William unloads the backpack from Luca and picks him up, carrying him to the living room where he walks around the decked table and sits himself down on the couch with Luca on his lap. The boy is calming down a little and William just smiles encouragingly at him, his son knows his dad will always be on his side, “… they made fun of my curls again.”

William tries to keep a straight face, the woes of childhood and how all those little problems seemed like the end of the world coming back to him in memory. His son has always had the beauty and looks from his late wife, his hair more curly and caramel coloured. William always called her his cherub, because Luca’s mom truly looked like an angel. Their son inherited most of her fair features, curls and light golden eyes included.

The adult male clears his throat and rubs his son’s back as the boy rubs away his tears:”That’s not very nice of them. They’re just jealous because you have much nicer hair than they have.”
Since Luca isn’t responding and just looking off into the void, William can sense that’s not all there is to it:”Is there something else they said, Luca, sweetie?”
For a moment, the little sheep boy doesn’t react, looking so vulnerable and lost as he sits on his daddy’s knee. He then mumbles:”I told them to leave me alone. Then they laughed at me and said I was a loser because I only have a dad left.”
William has to swallow at hearing that but lets his son continue.
- “They started singing that my mommy’s dead. I got angry and hit them. The teacher said there is no excuse for fighting and I got punished too.”

Anger briefly took over William’s heart but the sight of his son instantly replaces that feeling with deep sympathy and love. The adult ram hugs his son to his chest again, the little boy curling up in his father’s arms as William speaks:”I’ll have a talk with the principal and that teacher. Fighting is not an answer, but standing up to bullies should never be punished. Daddy will always love you and have your back, sweetheart.”
William can’t see his son’s face but feeling the little boy’s body relax and hug him back lets him know Luca is smiling again, “I love you, daddy.”
Now William can feel his throat closing up and he has to fight back the waterworks himself:”I love you too, champ. With all my heart!”

They sit there for a few more minutes when William remembers the food on the stove, wiping away the remaining moist from his son’s eyes as they give each other a smile. Luca turns on the television whilst his dad finishes dinner, the adult sinking away in thought as he does the rest of the cooking on auto-pilot.

The remainder of the evening is nice, Luca talking with his dad over dinner about the upcoming party in the weekend and the other more positive things he did with his friends at school that day. Luca opens his birthday card and is happy to see some money in there for his piggy bank, and then pauses when he sees it is signed with ‘Love, mommy and daddy’.
Even though William can see Luca is still hurting very much over the loss of his mother, he can sense his son is also happy to see mommy’s name on the card, as if she’s still congratulating him from heaven and is still a part of their lives. The adult ram has not done this lightly, having talked to his psychologist to gage whether it was a good idea and she had agreed it could be. The boy also opens a present, which turns out to be a new video game, Luca is visibly very excited with it.

They have cake after Luca blows out his birthday candles, play board games and the new video game together as they stay up later than usual, just having fun and talking. Then comes time for bed, Luca and William jumping under the shower and playing around in the suds for a while before brushing their teeth and putting on Luca’s pyjamas. William reads him a bedtime story and tucks him in, pecking a kiss on his son’s forehead as the boy clutches his favourite plushy toy, a dragon. The ram wishes his son a good night and turns off the light as he leaves the door opened a crack.

Back in his own room, William sits down on his side of the bed, planting his face into the palms of his hands as he sighs deeply. It had been less than a year since his wife died and dealing with both his grief and the responsibilities of having a kid, a grieving kid, has left him on the verge of tears almost every night. He sees a psychologist when he can, but sustaining a household on his salary alone has been taxing on his funds. His parents help out wherever they can, but William can’t accept money from them because of his pride. The gesture is wonderful, though. William lowers his boxers, lies down and says goodnight to his wife’s picture on the nightstand, then turns off the light and soon sinks down into a deep slumber.

It is completely dark and the adult ram has the bed sheets clutched to his chest when the creaking of the door breaks the silence. The sound registers in William’s subconscious and he turns over to the origin of the sound, still mostly asleep as he’s aware of the shape of his son clutching his dragon plushy at the entrance to his room. Luca’s voice softly whispers through the silence:”Daddy, can I sleep with you tonight?”
It has happened a lot of times since that fatal day, Luca requesting to sleep with his father when he feels lonely or sad. William just nods and lifts the covers demonstratively, the little boy bouncing underneath the sheets as he instantly cuddles up to his father, “Love you, daddy.”
William lowers the covers again and embraces his son to his body, his sleepy mind slowing his movement down as he mumbles:”Love you too, Luca.”

William drifts in an out of his sleepy state, somewhat permanently aware still of himself lying in bed with his son when suddenly he can feel Luca tossing around somewhat. Next thing he feels is Luca’s bare fur pressed against his, which confuses the adult male:”Mm, Luca, honey. What are you doing?”
Luca doesn’t answer at first, William sleepily lifting the covers to see his son has taken off his pyjamas and is now snuggled into his form naked. The boy’s voice is soft and trembles a little, as if afraid he’s done something wrong:”It just feels nicer to sleep like you, daddy.”
William just nods, lowering the covers again as he feels Luca curl up into him like a little ball, clutching himself to his daddy’s body as if fearful that he’ll disappear. The adult ram pulls his son into him, pecking a kiss on top of his curly haired head and gently strokes his boy’s back:”That’s okay, champ.”

Luca’s little hand reaches up and places itself on William’s chest, the little fingers playing around with the somewhat curly tuft that runs down from between William’ s pecs towards his crotch. It feels nice to the single father, to experience that sensation again, innocent as it is intended. He pecks another kiss on top of his son’s head, nuzzling in between the little stumpy beginnings of horns as his hand glides down Luca’s back and gently pats the two milky smooth globes that are his son’s buttocks. A soft giggle is William’s reward, the father’s chest swelling in happiness to hear utterance of joy, something that had been very rare the past half year. Fuelled by this, William chuckles and starts nipping and squeezing his son’s back, sides and buttocks, tickling him as the boy giggles in response. The plush toy is left at the side of the other pillow, as Luca’s little fingers dart out and start tickling his father’s sides as well, the adult male bleats out in surprise.

Both father and son giggle and laugh as they keep assaulting each other’s sensitive areas, tickling away as their bodies shift to get away from each other whilst still keeping up their own assault. Finally, Luca ends up sitting on his dad’s chest as William’s surrenders, holding up both of his hands to show his son he’s given up. The radiant smile on his son’s lips and those golden eyes full of love make William’s heart melt as he sits up and Luca slides down to his father’s lap, the adult male embracing his child and vice versa. The moment is intimate and full of love, Luca nuzzling his face in between his father’s pecs and into that tuft his fingers played around in earlier, William’s arms around him making the boy feel safe and secure.

William gasps out when suddenly his feels his son’s lips close around one of his nipples, his body freezing up as his son gives the sensitive nub a few suckles:”Luca, sweetheart? What are you doing?”
Instantly, the boy pushes away from his dad’s body, his lips releasing William’s nipple as even in the dark Luca looks clearly bewildered, as if he had done this instinctively and not consciously:”S-sorry, daddy!”
William instantly hugs his son back to his body again, wanting to let him know he’s done nothing wrong:”It’s okay, champ. Just a little surprised is all.”
Luca remains silent for a moment as he’s hugged by his dad, William just assuming it might be the boy’s nursing instinct having taken over there, when his son pipes up:”I just felt good, daddy.”

The adult ram nods and cradles back and forth lightly with Luca’s face against his chest, planting another kiss on top of his head:”That’s okay, son. You know, that’s how mommies feed their little kids, that’s how mommy has fed you when you were more little.”
Luca pushes off his dad again to give the adult an incredulous look:”Really?”
William nods and smiles at his son:”Yup, mommies make milk from their breasts for their babies to drink.”
Luca seems to work through this information, sitting on his father’s lap, both naked as the day they’re born. He then looks at his daddy’s nipple, the one he just sucked on, and asks:”What about daddies? Do they make milk?”

William smiles a bit sheepishly, realising he’s having ‘the talk’ with his son and debating internally how much information he should give for now:”No, son. Daddies don’t make milk from their nipples. But…”
The ram can see the curious look in his son’s eyes in the dark, the boy hanging on his every word as he seems to listen intently:”Some parents… Some daddies do feed their babies with their milk, but they don’t use their breasts.”
Male nursing had been on the rise the past decade, the taboo breaking through the social norms as newer generations grew more accepting and openminded versus the older generations’ hang-ups. But how to explain that to a little kid without it being taken out of context?

Gently, William takes hold of his son by his sides, sliding him down more so that Luca is now sitting on the adult’s legs, revealing the ram’s crotch to the both of them. Luca’s eyes lock on to his father’s soft penis for a moment, then move back up to William’s eyes:”They make milk from their weenies?”
William smiles and feels his chest swell a little in pride again, his son being a very smart boy for his age:”Yes, sweetheart. Daddies can make milk from their weenies, or penises if you want to use the grown-up word, for their babies to drink.”
Luca looks down again at his father’s impressive humanoid penis, the shaft rather thick and long, with the bulbous head hidden by his foreskin but the ridge very visible through it. Without thinking, the six year old lamb takes his father’s penis into his hands and points up the tip at his face, drawing back the skin to reveal the fat mushroom head. William gasps in surprise, trying to keep his mind straight as he puts a hand on his son’s small shoulder:”Luca? What are you doing?”

Luca keeps holding his father’s penis, the head exposed and all, as he looks back up at the adult’s face:”Just looking, daddy. Is that bad?”
William gives his son a smile, shaking his head:”No, sweetie. It’s okay, but just remember that you should always ask first before touching someone’s privates, okay?”
The six-year-old nods, his slender little fingers feeling his daddy’s meat pulse in his hands as it starts to become stiffer. With eyes wide of wonder, Luca beholds how his daddy’s penis now stands up without support, the head shiny in the little light coming through the curtains.

It’s quiet for a moment again, when finally the boy just utters a ‘Wow!” and releases his father’s penis to see how the organ bobs up and down slightly with the adult’s heartbeat. William can’t help but feel a little inappropriate, though he’s giving his son the talk about the birds and the bees and male nursing is an accepted normal thing. Still, to show off his erection in front of his six year old son makes him feel conflicted still.

He’s just about to end the conversation and guide his son back to sleep, when Luca asks:”Did you feed me as a baby, daddy?”
William’s erect cock gives a little throb at the thought, a sticky bead of clear pre-cum appearing at his tip for his son to see:”N-no, Luca. Your mother produced enough milk so I never needed to.”
Luca leans closer as he smiles and points to the pearl of moisture forming at the slit in his father’s cock head:”Is that the milk coming out now, daddy?”
The ram gulps and nods slowly, for the first time reaching down to squeeze his own shaft as more pre-cum wells up and starts running down the frenulum on his head:”Y-yes, sweetheart. Daddy’s penis is starting to make milk because he’s feeling happy.”
Then came both the most wonderful and most frightening question a dad who has never cock nursed before could hear:”Can I try some, daddy?”

Luca is sitting straddled across his father’s legs, his eyes big and curious as they look up into his father’s, the adult male ram’s gaze sliding down to discover his six-year-old has a stiffy of his own now and is not even aware of it. William’s throat is dry, his mind racing but before he can even come to a conclusion his lips move on their own and utter a soft:”Go ahead, son.”
Immediately, the little lamb leans forward, reaching his little hands to hold the fat shaft of his father as he points it towards his face. His pink little lips open up and without a trace of hesitation they close around his daddy’s tip, locking around the ridge of the fat bulbous cock head. William exhales a loud sigh of pleasure, the sensation of a warm wet mouth eagerly sucking his member an experience he’s not had for a very long while.

His son is a natural it seems, the boy gently nursing with his eyes closed and savouring the taste of his daddy on his tongue as the slimy little organ softly laps along the ridge of the adult’s cock head. William can’t help but lie down again, his head nestling in his pillow as his large hands reach down to cup and stroke his son’s curly haired head, gently playing with the little horn nubs. He moans out in appreciation and pleasure, cooing sweet little encouraging words to his son:”That’s it, that’s good. Such a good job you’re doing, champ. Daddy loves you.”

William is in heaven, writhing around on the bed as his little boy slurps up the copious amounts of pre-cum his daddy’s fat erect penis is leaking, his little hands massaging the shaft as he works the skin up and down. The adult ram starts to tense as he feels his body quickly working up to his orgasm, when suddenly Luca pulls off and holds his jaw, whining a little:”Daddy, my mouth is sore.”
Panting and denied of his orgasm, William grabs his son and gently slides him up over his slightly sweaty body, hugging his boy to his chest:”That’s alright, champ. Just suck a little softer next time and it’ll be okay.”
Luca’s pink little lips are still shiny with pre-cum and saliva in the moonlight as he smiles up at his daddy, hugging himself to his father’s frame tightly as the adult can feel his stiff little member press into him:”So can I have your milk from now on, daddy?”
William strokes his hands down the back of his naked son’s body, kissing him on the forehead as he hugs back:”Whenever you want, sweetheart. If you had sucked a little longer a lot would have come out at once!”

Luca gasps audibly:”Really, daddy?”
William nods and gently squeezes his son’s buttocks with both hands, massaging the silky soft globes in his palms:“Want daddy to show you how good it feels to nurse someone?”
Grinning from ear to ear, Luca nods and William can’t help but grin, sensing he and his son are feeling and bonding better at this moment than they have done in a very long time. The adult ram gets up from the bed and lies his son down in the middle of it, resting Luca’s head in the pillows as he leans over his son on hands and knees. The boy looks up at his daddy, eyes full of trust and love, both their hearts beating fast and excitedly at this new ground they’re exploring. William leans down to kiss his little boy, allowing Luca time to withdraw or say no, but the lamb is eager and leans up to press his pink lips to his daddy’s.

With their eyes closed and one hand supporting Luca’s head, William kisses his son intimately, their mouths opening instinctively and their tongues darting around each other in a passionate if inexperienced dance. Luca isn’t afraid of these new sensations his young body is experiencing, moving on his own accord and clumsily enthusiastic whilst his dad is slow, loving and careful.

Finally, they part their lips and stare into each other’s eyes, a strand of saliva still connecting them as the scene feels surreal. William smiles down at his son and plants another peck on the boy’s lips before placing some more in his neck and down his small chest and tummy, eliciting happy giggles. Then the adult male is confronted with his son’s little erection, the small shaft hard as steel and yet soft and silky to the touch. William takes the hard little rod between thumb and index finger, gently stroking the silky skin up and down as his son’s pink helmet is revealed on every smooth downward stroke. Luca gasps and bucks his hips up, his daddy now laying himself down next to his son and placing an arm over his boy’s chest to keep him from squirming too much. He stops masturbating his son briefly and looks up at Luca’s face:”Luca, sweetheart. If you don’t want me to do something, or if you’re feeling uncomfortable at any moment, let me know and I will stop. Okay, sweetie?”
Luca nods but his response is clear when he reaches down to grasp his father’s horns and push him towards his crotch whilst also bucking up his hips:”Please, daddy.”

Without another moment to loose and such clear invitation from his little boy, William closes his eyes and his lips around his son’s little penis, Luca instantly arching his back and pulling at his father’s horns in ecstasy, “Oh, daddy!”
The adult male’s tongue is bigger than the cute little rod in his mouth, the slimy organ sliding all around and over the six year old lamb’s little balls and shaft, tasting his son’s essence and flavour for the first time in his life. If innocence had a taste, this would be it. The smell of soap and little boy penetrating William’s nostrils as he pushes his nose into his son’s pelvis, engulfing the lamb’s penis and balls at once.

Luca is seeing stars, clawing at the bedsheets and trashing around as his small body experiences powerful sensations it never felt before, moaning out for his daddy constantly and holding on tight to his father’s curled horns. William pulls back off a little, letting his son’s tiny balls slide out of his mouth as he instead now nurses on the tip of the stiff little rod alone, his fingers pulling back the foreskin to expose the sensitive helmet to his tongue. With a buck of his hips and crying out, Luca’s body shudders and convulses, pushing his little cock as far into his daddy’s mouth as possible and freezing into place. For a few moments, father and son don’t move a muscle, the only sensation being the pulsing little cocklet in daddy’s mouth. Then, Luca’s body falls back down to the bed, the boy panting and seemingly crying.

Fear takes hold of William’s heart, his head jerking up and releasing his son’s penis from his lips as he looks at Luca’s face. He doesn’t find sadness, though, the boy just making a sound in exhaustion that sounds like crying. Luca holds out his arms for his daddy, William accepting as he’s pulled up so his son can press his face into his father’s neck and hug their naked bodies together as the lamb hooks his leg around the adult’s hip. William can feel Luca’s little stiffy, still wet with his saliva, press against his lower stomach, his own cock leaking copious amounts of pre-cum on his son’s inner thigh and the bed:”Are you okay, sweetheart?”
Luca just nods and pulls himself even tighter to his daddy, pressing his little dick into his daddy:”I love you, daddy.”
- “Love you too, sweetheart.”

They lie together for a few minutes, William inwardly cursing at himself as his penis throbs in frustration, wanting release so badly. Luca’s little boy cock never goes down either, the silky but hard little rod continuing to poke into his daddy’s belly. William leans down and kisses the top of his son’s curly head, stroking his back as he softly asks:”Sweetie, would it be alright if daddy… gets to finish too? Make my milk?”
Luca has calmed down a little, just experiencing his after bliss as he nods, looking back up into his daddy’s eyes with a curious glint:”Sure, daddy. Do you want me to help?”
William smiles:”If you’d like, but daddy can do it himself too.”

The adult ram gets back up on his knees, straddling his six year old son’s legs and resting his large hefty sac on top of his son’s cute little balls. William then takes his penis in hand, winking at his interested son, as he starts to masturbate. His free hand roams over his son’s body, gently flicking the still stiff little rod which elicits giggles from Luca. The little lamb looks on fascinated, watching his daddy’s big balls dance and bounce around onto his upper legs and his own smaller sac, the shaft so large and the bulbous head so plump as slick pre-cum runs down the length freely. Big drops of the slick lubrication drip down onto Luca’s groin area, the boy grinning at his daddy as he bucks up is hips and presses his own little erection into his daddy’s balls. William moans in pleasure, his free hand now reaching up to pinch his nipple as he grinds his sac over his son’s little cock:”Ngh, gonna shoot, baby. Daddy’s gonna shoot.”

Before Luca can even ask what that means, the little boy gasps out as his daddy’s penis seems to explode, the adult groaning and throwing back his head in pleasure as thick ropes of white cum spurt out of the hole in his helmet, one by one landing and covering his son’s little chest, tummy and neck. The first jet even landed on Luca’s cheek, the boy leaning up on his elbows as he looks on with open mouth, experiencing his daddy orgasming for the first time in his young life.

After a few long seconds of bliss, William is starting to come down again, feeling the weight of the world returning heavier than before as his chest heaves and his eyes look down upon his son. He finds nothing but love and fascinated curiosity in Luca’s eyes, making the single parent smile as he releases his penis from his grip, the still semi-erect member leaning down and planting a sticky wet kiss on his son’s tummy:”S-sorry, kiddo. Daddy’s been saving up for a while.”

Too tired to get his son into the shower a second time that day, William opted to lick it all off instead, a decision met with lots of happy giggles and moans from his son. Luca was curious to taste the thick milk his daddy made too, the adult ram just smiling as he allowed his son to grab his semi-erect penis and slurp the remaining semen out of his cock head. Luca instantly proclaimed his love for the taste of his daddy’s milk, William’s chest once again swelled in pride. They then went to sleep for real that time, snuggled up and embracing each other as they muttered again and again how much they loved each other. Their bond had grown stronger than ever before and now they could heal together. As father and son, and so much more than that.