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Was he really going to do this? Really going to go through with it? Sure, Richard had already had a handful of moments that he got too handsy with his toddler son, and Richard himself had long since accepted his attraction to kids and young teens, making the decision to take his son in after his ex-girlfriend, or rather her parents, dumped the poor thing practically on his doorstep when Simon was just 3 months old, a very quick one. Despite all of this, even with surrounding himself with likeminded friends, Richard always kept him and Simon's private time behind closed doors, away from prying eyes; but here he was, tossing a camcorder between his hands, leaning up against the front door of the little trailer he'd managed to scrape together enough money for for himself and eventually for his son, too. Richard looked the camcorder over, running one of his large hands through his short, but clearly greying brown hair while he thought about what he was doing, how his friend convinced him to record himself doing what he always did with Simon, but to record it so he could watch it, giving Richard a $100 bill in exchange for the recording. Richard wasn't even asked to do anything beyond what he already did to the small boy, why was he having such a hard time with this? Ugh.
"Simon!" Richard called out, his voice filling up the space of the mostly empty trailer, deep as ever with a twinge of a southern accent peaking out. It only took a few moments before the light but quick sound of little feet scampering to the living room were heard, and only a second more before his son came into view. "What?" Simon's little voice rang back, Richard's eyes flicked over to the small boy standing in the doorway of the trailers hallway; dark eyes scanned over his son like he regularly did when he was deep in thought. Simon was small for his age, but he was about on par for his height age-wise, making him look a little scrawny. Curly dark brown hair messily sat on his head as his similarly-dark eyes peered back at his father behind a pair of black, square child-like glasses, having been deemed that he was practically blind as a fucking bat barely a year prior. Richard moved off of the door, and flopped himself down on the clearly-old, worn sofa right beside it with a sigh, opening the camcorder with one swift motion before motioning the boy over. "You wanna play our game?" Richard asked, his dark stare peering through the small boy as Simon shuffled over with a soft, "Oh.. okay-", walking over until he was standing in front of his father, worried eyes glancing down at the camcorder for a moment before his soft, sweet laugh came out as he swayed his arms back and forth humorously. "Where d'ya get that from, daddy?" the boy asked, eyes looking up at his father before his mused look dropped back into a more guarded gaze upon seeing his father's face, Simon was already used to the lack of emotion his father showed on his face, but now he found himself feeling uneasy as the man stared back at him, his dark gaze unmoving, unyielding in intensity for what felt like an eternity before Richard broke the gaze with a sharp inhale and a half smile, waving the camcorder in one hand as he squeezed his hand through the strap on the side, hitting the 'record' button before he found himself snapping his fingers and pointing down at the floor, and within an instant, the young boy dropped to his knees almost on command as his hands tucked themselves between his small thighs. "A friend let me borrow it, he wants to see how we play our game." the man mused with a grin, making Simon visibly relax a little at the smallest slight of emotion from his father, because even at four years old, Simon much preferred any emotion instead of deadpan from his dad. Simon put his hands on his father's knees with another sweet little laugh, cocking his head slightly. "Why?" the boy asked curiously, the childlike curiosity and innocence not yet being something Richard found annoying yet, no, for now, the boy's inquisitive little nature was enough to make his heart and cock ache simultaneously. "Mh.. I think he wants to learn so when he has a kid, he knows what to do, y'know? No one knows how to play it better than you, huh?" the man replied with a soft laugh, making the boy laugh right back as he leaned his head on Richard's knee, shaking his head as he popped back up, bouncing a little on his knees. "Nope!" the boy mused back as Richard reached down and cupped the side of the boys face, squeezing his cheeks inbetween his fingers lightly until Simon leaned away with a playful grumble. "How about y'show him then? Go on.." Richard purred, adjusting himself to slouch a little as he steadied his slightly shaking hand to keep the camera steady just as Simon scooted forward, reaching his little hand forward to rub across his father's crotch, the older man taking in a deep breath as he immediately felt his cock twitching under the boys familiar touch. Simon didn't take much time before he almost expertly pulled Richard's half-hard cock from his jeans, playfully wriggling it around in his hand with a soft giggle.
"What?" his father replied with a laugh, groaning slightly as the boy started to jerk him off until he was fully hard. "Y'sure noone else will see it?" the boy asked, covering his face with his arm as he laid on his fathers leg, jacking him off with his opposite hand. "Mh-- You don't want daddy to show everyone how cute you look, boy?" Simon shook his head quickly with a soft whine, removing his hand from his fathers cock to bury his face completely in his fathers leg. Richard paused the recording before cooing at the boy, swiftly pulling him into his lap, Simon pushed his hands into his father's broad chest with a worried look, too nervous to look into his father's eyes. "Why? What's on your mind, kiddo?" Richard mused, patting Simon's side lightly, his hand taking up nearly half of simon's torso. Simon shook his head with another whine, "What.. what if they think I look dumb?" the boy asked, eyes finally locking onto his confused, taken-aback fathers. "What? Why would they think that? No-- Why do you think--" Richard replied, looking very confused by his son's sudden.. self-consciousness. Despite the years of bullying ahead, Richard currently had not really.. said anything to him, and Simon hadn't even started kindergarten yet.
"I dunno.." the boy replied quietly, lowering his gaze as tears welled into his eyes. Simon pressed his hands into his eyes behind his glasses as he started to cry softly before Richard patted his back, bouncing him in his lap a little. "Hey, hey. You're the cutest little guy I know, anyone who tells you otherwise is a dickhead and you shouldn't even give them the time of day. Y'look like your old man, and i'm not half bad on the eyes, huh?" the man teased, tickling the boys side which made the boy laugh as he wiped his eyes, shaking his head in agreement. "That's my boy. Now.." Richard cooed with a smirk, pressing Simon down on his cock with a stifled groan as he grinded up against Simon's ass, making the boy laugh and press his small hands into his fathers chest more for support as he rolled his hips half-heartedly back and forth. "There you go.." the man groaned out as a dark red rose on the little boy's face as he lowered his head with a stifled pant, leaning forward to kiss his father deeply, wrapping his small arms around his thick neck, while Richard wrapped his own arms around the boys waist.
As the night went on, the two settled into their usual 'game' before Richard remembered the camcorder at the end of the couch. Ugh, right. Richard sighed to himself as he was hovering over top of the boy with his oversized shirt hiked up, revealing his soft and small body. Richard leaned back with a huff and grabbed the camera, focusing it on his son's abdomen as he pushed one of his large hands against it with a shaky sigh. "Put your legs together for me-- Yeah, there you go.." he purred as Simon complied immediately, already knowing what his father had in mind. Richard began to grind his cock between Simon's plush thighs with a groan as his free hand held onto the boys legs to steady himself. Richard panned the camera from his sons thighs to his blushing little face as Richard snickered to himself as he began to thrust between Simon's thighs faster now. "Mm.. T-tell the camera why daddy doesn't fuck you yet, say it.." the man demanded, making Simon let out a stifled, pathetic whimper as raised his hips a little needily. "B-because i'm little, daddy! I'm too small." the young boy replied with a laugh, biting his lip with a whine as his dad groaned as he watched some precum leak from Richard and onto Simon's exposed lower belly. Simon played with it a little as his eyes rose to his fathers behind the camera with a giggle. "That's right, baby. Too little to take daddy yet, huh? Fuck, i'm gonna--" he groaned out, feeling his cock start to twitch as he pumped his cock faster between Simon's legs, Simon panted quickly in anticipation while he squirmed under his father. "M-mhm! Ah!--" the boy yelped out just as his father came, splashes of Richard's cum shooting out and landing everywhere from the boys exposed hips, and even some on his face.
Richard withdrew his cock from between the boys thighs slowly with a heavy pant, falling back onto the couch as he ran a hand through his short, dark hair after turning the camera off. The man sat up and patted his knee after Simon pulled his shirt off due to the cum, he gingerly sat sideways in his dads lap as a hand reached up to wipe his face with a whine. Richard grabbed the boys arm and shook his head. "No, wait." he replied, a wicked grin appearing on his face as he ran his thumb across one of the boys cheeks, wiping the cum from it before moving it to Simons lips, the boy letting his tongue fall out of his mouth with his eyes half-open followed by a sigh. "Good boy.." Richard groaned, feeling his cock twitch as he ran the finger across Simon's soft tongue, the boy pulled his tongue back and began sucking on his fathers thumb with another sigh, grabbing his dads wrist as he swirled his tongue around the mans thumb, Richard took his free hand to reach down Simon's back, pushing one of his fingers against the boys hole, making the boy jump. "Ah, relax.." he cooed, but Simon jolted again when Richard prodded further. "Ow--" the boy cried out, jumping off his fathers lap with a whine. "I don't like that--" he pouted, making the man stifle an annoyed groan as he left his head fall back as he stared at the ceiling followed by a sigh. "Alright, fine. Go wash up, and get ready for bed." he replied coldly, making the boy let out a pathetic whimper but knew better than to protest, as he scampered off to wash up. Richard's eyes panned to the camcorder on the couch, sighing and turning back to the TV, grabbing a little remote and turning it on as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Fuck.
The next few weeks were much of the same, aside from the fact that Richard had handed over the camcorder to his friend, and upon the very giddy response he received the following day, had managed to swipe some sort of pills from his friend who swore they would help Simon relax and especially be willing to do more, if he wanted to record another video with more going on for another 200$. Sigh. Richard sat in his beaten up truck outside of the trailer for a long time after picking Simon up from daycare, the boy already inside. On the way home, he'd given Simon one of the pills, "It's a vitamin, yeah, like the flintstones ones you take." he'd told the boy, who had no reason not to trust his father yet-- If only he knew that in a few short years, that would change. Richard stepped out of his car and into the trailer, eyes seeing Simon sat in front of the TV with a cartoon playing, it being his current favorite that he watched every day after daycare. Richard took his work boots off and sat his lunch bag down on the counter, along with the camcorder on the little table next to the couch. The man walked over and opened the fridge, grabbing a beer from within before coming over and sitting down with it, the hiss of the can being opened making simons eyes dart from beside him, then back at the TV without a word, though he looked nervous. "Y'wanna get pizza?" Richard asked plainly, rubbing the bridge of his nose again before his dark eyes peered over to the now very excitable little boy. "Yeah!!" Simon chirped, bouncing a little in his seat as Richard laughed and reached over to their landline, picking it up and dialing the local pizza place that he ordered from at least often enough to warrant memorizing the phone number. "Hi, yeah. 565 Willow Street. Delivery. Uhhh, One large supreme, thanks." Simon continued to excitedly bounce in place, waving his little hands around That he would one day know is 'stimming'. It didn't take long for the pizza to get there, Richard's eyes fell over the teen boy who presented him with his order, Richard noted the teen was scrawny, short for his age, a bit of an acne problem in the face but arguably very cute. Richard smirked and slipped the boy a staggering 50$ tip with a phone number on a little note that said 'If u ever want to party, hmu :)" the boy looked the note over when he received it, followed by a nervous laugh and a meek 'thank you' before leaving. This wasn't uncommon, Richard was too well known for hitting on anything that moved, really, Simon's very existence was evidence of that.
Richard sat the pizza on the coffee table, putting a piece of pizza on one of the paper plates and then handed it to the boy, who came and sat next to his dad as he began to pick the little meat bits off. "Why do you do that?" Richard asked, a hint of annoyance in his tone which made Simon jump a little, just being an overly sensitive kid, maybe. "I don't.. want to hurt their feelins' by eatin' them" he replied with a shrug, making Richard laugh as he bit into a slice of his own. "They're already dead and they're meant to be eaten, kiddo. Gotta get over that shit." he replied, making Simon look down a little sadly as he forced himself to eat the little bits of meat first, somehow in his brain it wouldn't ruin his pizza if he just got the meat out of the way first. Towards the end of his second slice of pizza, Simon noticed his vision getting heavier. The room felt.. lighter, though. He sat his empty plate on the table, slouching down as he focused on his breathing, unaware that he was breathing aloud. Richard looked over and grinned, noticing the boy was blushing and his pupils were.. a little dialated. "You feelin' good?" Richard asked, leaning over to run a hand across Simon's chest, making the boy let out a whine as he squirmed under the touch, which currently felt 20x more intense than it normally did, shaky little hands grabbed his fathers wrist as his eyes looked up at him. "D-daddy-" he stammered out, a look of confusion washing over his little face as Richard hushed him again, grabbing a little bag from the side table from earlier. Inside were a few.. items his friend had also given him, but he pulled out two of them. A bottle of lube, and a vibrating plug. Just diving straight in, I see. Simon's eyes looked the items over before Richard pulled the boy into his lap face down, Simon barely protested as he laid his head on the arm rest of the soft couch, turning it to face the TV. "Can you be good for me and be still?" Richard asked, running his hand down to grope his son's ass, making Simon bite his lip and whine helplessly followed by a nod as he tucked his arms up under himself. "Good, good.." the man purred, pulling the boys cargo shorts down, feeling his cock twitch at the sight of Simon's white underwear with a baby blue trim around it, little bits of his ass cheeks visible at the bottom of each opening on the underwear, Richard stifled a moan as he groped Simon a few more times before he pulled the underwear down too, making the boy shift a little but barely enough to matter. "Mnn.." the boy could only reply, as drool began to fall from his mouth as the room spun around him but little shockwaves of pleasure hit him each time his father touched him, making him nearly begging for it. Richard ran his middle finger across the boys hole with a groan, as Simon began to shake slightly as a new sensation hit him-- Discomfort; but this time, instead of hurting it just added to the overstimulation he was experiencing as a whole. The man smirked and grabbed the lube, coating his finger very generously before rubbing Simon's hole with it again, pushing his middle finger about halfway inside as Simon let out a loud howl into the couch cushion. Richard groaned as his son squeezed his finger for the first time, his cock throbbing now as he imagined how good he was going to feel around his cock one day-- Fuck, stay focused. Richard took his free hand and grabbed the back of the boys neck, sort of half-heartedly pinning him down as his finger pushed back and forth harshly in the boys ass, making Simon moan with every movement, his flushed little face becoming doe-eyed and more drooly by the second especially when he was pinned down. He liked that feeling. "Da--daddy! O-Oh! Oh--" he whined out, grinding himself back against the mans finger needily, making Richard only take that as an incentive to continue. The man set up the camcorder above the couch so it could see everything but Richard's face, but sat in a way he didn't need to hold it, resuming holding his son down by his neck as he added a second-- and then a third finger, slowly but roughly working Simon up. Simon nearly cried when his father removed his fingers, the boy shaking with ecstasy as Richard pried the plug from its packaging, looking it over with a grin. "See this?" he purred, grabbing Simon's throat and lifting him up a little as the drunken boy tried desperately to focus on the plug, his eyes half-closed and his mouth just drooling, giving a half-hearted nod before his dad let him lay back down. "This is the next step in our game, okay? Mm.. You're never to remove it without asking me, no matter what, you understand?" he purred, gripping the back of Simons neck which made him whine and grind his little cock into his fathers leg with a nod. "Y-yes-" he stammered out, followed by a loud yelp when Richard buried the plug into his son without much of a warning.
"This is special too, because it comes with a remote.. see.." he purred, turning the remote on and waving it a little before pressing the button, turning the plug on and vibrating against Simon's insides, making the poor boy groan out in pleasure as he shook his head. "Oh- Oh--" he managed to get out, whining as he slunk down on the couch until his face was directly on Richards' crotch, rubbing his face against his hard cock through his jeans. "Mm.. You want my cock?" he asked cruelly, keeping his hand on the back of Simons neck as his free hand groped his cock through his jeans, Simon nodding as quick as his dazed state would allow him. You didn't need to ask him twice. Richard undid his pants and let his cock spring out, grabbing the base and tapping it on the side of his sons face, making Simon let out a whine as he nuzzled against it, his tongue falling out as he panted while he squirmed against the couch with the plug vibrating so relentlessly inside of him. "D-daddy--" Simon replied, little hands pawing at the base of his fathers cock as Richard rested his free hand on his own chest, grinning down at the boy who was drunkenly desperate for him.
This was going to be a fun night.
To be continued...